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Perfectly conceived in the Almighty’s omniscience
she was breathed with life wondrously by the Creator
granted full freedom to accomplish entrusted role
which according to the Scriptures, is “an help meet for him*.”
As such, what right has anyone to chain her?
to imprison her soul?
to enslave her being?
to diminish her feminine quality?
Completing the man by virtue of her God-granted attributes
she is vitally needed with her significance
a home can’t be a home without her
and a family devoid of her touch loses its verity.
Then why is she treated as a mere possession?
as an object of masculine’s lust?
as a darling partner to meet sexual cravings for a night?
as a comfort-giver who is not emotionally compensated?
The woman awesomely created by the Sovereign
is that lady with a unique task to perform
she can be your daughter, sister, mother, or girl friend
who’s doing her very best --- thru love's commitment of gracious trust.
Woe unto anyone who is undermining her and her personhood
mistreating her contrary to justice essence
abusing her against righteousness precept
minimizing her worth along unfair value system.
In the name of the Lord Who is the great Defender
the ultimate fortress, protector and sustainer of life...
everyone is called upon to stop chaining the woman…
since depriving her of genuine freedom means mankind’s liberty-loss.
Christ be praised for His compassion-propelled dealings
with women during His earthly ministry:
He showed them His care, forgiveness, comfort, appreciation
...brought to them healing of wellness favour
reaching-out to those grieving with mercy...
...lifted the ones humiliated publicly, granting His pardon…
rescuing their repentant souls from the condemnation of sin’s wages.
As a woman privileged to enjoy God-driven freedom bliss
I strive with faith to help advocate for human lawful rights
while praying for and assisting victims of "violence against women"
and spiritually leading them to the divine freedom Source.
*Genesis 2:23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
August 31, 2020
3rd place, "Woman in chains" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/1/2020.
Dear God,
Why am I like this?
I look back.
I look back at Egypt.
Looking back feeds my ego.
Lots wife and I carry no Comparison.
I don’t miss Egypt.
I look back just to see if Egypt is falling away.
Does Egypt see me?
See me here in the Land of milk and honey?
Too embarrassed to say that I have yet to discover that very milk and honey.
Too embarrassed to admit that after my exodus I have to make another grand escape.
Yet this escape would now be within.
I wonder if Egypt is miserable?
But so am I.
At least Egypt offered stability at the cost of slavery.
Now that Im free stability isn’t.
It cost.
It requires much.
The price is what I can’t afford as of right now.
The price tag says;
“Self discipline, consistency,drive,patience,long suffering, endurance, healing, death.”
Death?
A price I thought I paid in Egypt.
I just wish I could burn the entire existence of Egypt out my mind.
But without it, there would be no me now.
Does Egypt regret mistreating me?
Does the abuse relapse in their mind?
What if Egypt has forgotten about me and it’s my soul that is still enslaved?
I don’t miss Egypt.
Just part of me wishes Egypt would say…admit that if they could turn back the time to make things right they would.
To finally give me the chance to tell them “if going back to Egypt was wrong I would gladly choose to be right.”
If I had the power to turn back time I simply wouldn’t.
I may not be exactly where I want to be but being away from you is all I ever wanted.
All the pain may have almost driven me to an early grave but here I stand in between this parted sea.
That the God of Israel separated just for me.
This is my exodus.
And as I walk through this Red Sea,
I’ll look back just to see the waves of this ocean, crush you in and bring you to a sink.
I’ll look back with a smile.
To reassure God that he did the right thing.
Yes this wilderness is killing.
It’s killing the you that was inside of me.
The fire burns but it’s refining.
Staying or leaving both have an extreme price to pay.
However, leaving has given me the better opportunity to be everything God has called for me to be.
Not perfect but his love makes me whole.
And now from Egypt I call fourth all of my soul.
Looking around our country and the world as I’ve watched hatred and misogyny soar
I have to wonder why more people aren’t ashamed of these feelings anymore?
Then again, I’m too old for you to ban the history I’ve read…
a history that shall and should never be forgotten…
I know our great acts as a people…as well as our most vile, shameless and rotten…
From the founding of this country we find incidents of how some people were depraved
from the way they treated the indigenous population…to the people they enslaved.
Wait! What! We forced people off their lands while other people we owned!
How did we not know behavior like this is wrong…and should never be condoned!
There are those who say we’re not the same country… all that happened back in the day
to them I say, look again…look how we’re still mistreating one another today.
It’s amazing how the fear of someone different can harden up a heart
because we’ve been mistreating people…right from our country’s start.
Japanese-Americans, Asians, people of a different color, women…pregnant women too
people with disabilities, from different countries, different races, different religions…the LGBTQ
All of you born to be the people who they are
or who worship a different God…the one you think is great
You’ve all…at one time or another, felt our prejudice…and hate.
With this mistreatment of people is still occurring around the world today…
it appears we have a history of mistreating one another this way.
Which brings me back to my original question..as I’ve watched hatred and misogyny soar:
Why aren’t we as a people more ashamed of these feelings anymore?
But as we continue to mistreat one another…now I’m not so sure.
If I should I be wondering why we’re not more ashamed…
or wondering if we ever were.
Superstitious tongues childhood blights
Exorcisms and voodoo fill his nights
A cursed birth, a an evil within
Only he knows that the devil is him
How else can a child so bright
Make sense of such a plight?
No spell can cast his evil out
But leaves him scarred
and in no doubt
That those who care are mistreating him:
Youthfulful belief had him filled with fear
Now he knows that those he held dear
Saw only the power his shadow could weild
Untramelled knew not his mind is a sheild
hes the founder of a design business lo and behold!
Recessions see it fail, misery round the world
But each time anew, his charismap so bold
Saw business and enterprise for him unfold
"Mind razor sharp
Strategy got me through
Both violence and crime
And a degree or was it two.
The devil within had a different plan
Twas but disease afflicting the man
Who every adversity had over come
Stronger than me, not a single one
" I fought for my place
I fought to the top
Even when hopeless
I fought left to rot
They can take it all:
faith in my father
hollow loyalty
Gone is my eye but
never clearer I see:
No place on earth now
Is safe for me, trusting and
Loving no more I allow
Family and friends I disavow
To live is to sufffer
And pain has no end.
Trials far tougher
Just round the bend
Now love turns to hate
As delusions grow
My hurt so great
Hurt I cause less so
Promise of tomorrow?
, that I have none
No feelings of sorrrow
Just safety of my gun
Behold and shiver!
My venimous rage
a deadly viper
... I spring from cage
My tongue whip smart
Knows just what to do
A future in which I'll play no part
Or so I thought but things do cbange
What I did is done, but life is strange
And the carnage I caused can be erased.
Humankind iLL-Humane--
Left on a chain in the rain and in summer’s heat;
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass
Remains left on chains--caged up dogs
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Lassie
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
Only this and a benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass--caged up dogs
Remains left on chains
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
Shed whats left of their fur make it a hat
How morbid…--caged up dogs
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos--caged up dogs
Rin Tin Tin
Benji
Much I marveled this humane temporarily
I felt compelled to sniff the occupants
Remembering many protohuman, caring residents
Only this and a humaneness
To warn me about the ungodliness--caged up dogs
That moment my soul grew evil
It was shrivels, primeval, medieval!
Upheaval, upheaval!
Beethoven
I heard a monstrous, hermetic inconveniencing
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence--caged up dogs
Bruiser
Buddy
Chopper
Cujo
Daisy
Chance and Shadow
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Bark bark-bow wow, what’s the use-wow, primeval, medieval!
Marley, Hosehead Hooch
Upheaval, upheaval!
Stop mistreating canine animals
You subhuman protohuman?--caged up dogs
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
7/5/19
A glowing presence appeared before me. Was I asleep or was I awake?
I thought her first a stranger; she wasn't a stranger at all.
“What is your name?” I asked. She said her name is: “Photon!”
I thought: How weird a name to be called.
“Who are you and where are you from?”
...thinking how mysterious she was.
“I was discovered over a million years ago,
and abide by whomever gives me cause!”
“You've known me all your life.” She exclaimed.
“I am powerful, mighty, and transcendent.
If not tamed, I deliver widespread loss & destruction.”
“Only God is omnipotent and omnipresent!” I clamored!
"That is true; but I was created that way for a reason.
Mistreating me results in death; respect me, and you will rejoice.
I can be a friend or foe...a good servant or a cruel master.
It is you who must make the choice.”
"Are you some kind of a god!" Seemingly irritated she replied:
“I am not! The power is in your hands, not mine!
You decide to use me for good or for bad. I must respond to both.
I can be a friend or foe...bring darkness or cause a light to shine.”
As her brilliance began to dissipate, I asked another question:
“Where do you go from here?” “All over! My work will never end.
My task is be a companion forever, to those who chose not to believe;
but the true, obedient, and faithful, they shall never see me again.
“Just one more question,” I pleaded, 'before you go away,
tell me: who are you really, and when will you transpire again?'
I travel the world over, and manifest whenever I am called.
My name is Photon; but to most, I'm known as: FIRE! So long my friend!”
By Milton L. Delgado
May 16, 2016
Form:
Holy
Holy
Rats coming from under my bed;
With the pieces of dried out day old bread;
Near North side poorly holy, holy and poorly
In the ghetto tho, there’s beatings within;
Vandalism's, burglaries, drug use and gambling;
Everyone fishy, everyone wishing
For the revitalization's…
In the 20’s used to be nice
In the 30’s used to be nice
In the 40’s used to be nice
In the 50’s and early sixties used to be nice
Riots, burning houses, vandalism's of business not once but twice
Blacks mad at the whites no more pride
In the Near North Side
In this ghetto there’s bearings within;
Bear faced people standing in line;
Police have little children standin in those lines;
Poorly, poor, hurting jobless
Hungry discouraged unemployment high
Nothing, hardly enough food to eat
Wonder bread is really “wonder bread”
Oily commodity peanut butter free;
Everybody fears, little babies tears;
Little baby in the crib waits for mother to give him love;
While daddy in them streets hustling, mistreating his Thursday lover;
Dangers it lies everywhere;
It’s not even save to breath the air;
Everybody fears grandma in tears;
Near North side poorly holy, holy poorly
We people here we are all alone and lonely;
Never doing the President we got he’s a phony
Children have more fun seeing bad guys win;
While sunning under the sun running from policemen’s guns
Omaha town, near North side nowhere bound;
Near North side you can bum a ride;
Near North side you rent a guide;
Omaha town near North side nowhere found
Where the people are fed up
In Omaha’s
Near North Side
11/09/70
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1970, 2019
Father I am walking the grounds
Of this life my feet have gotten dirty
From the wind of your lips I confessed I am a mess but not with you oh God I am blessed
And I've been unfaithful and mistreating
Now I come alone with hatred and my heart and strife
I ask Father that you turn it around I am a mess
This alas I confess
Now I am blessed for I have ratified no longer hiding my sins
I blossomed
Now into a new life
I am a new creature in Christ
Once again
From the wind of your lips I confess I am a mess but now I'm with you oh God I am blessed
So God in repentance in my sorrows
No longer saddened by my past and yesterdays I know
I am borrowed the gift of love
From the winds from your lips, I confess
Now witness I am blessed
I come before you whole now
Repented and forgiven one day I'll be living
Walking the streets paved with gold
For while I'm here on this dirty soil
From the wind of your lips I confess I am a mess and now with you oh God I am blessed
This earth this world I await
Repented
to a walk to jump, to fly with wings around my head
I will fly away one day alive
I pray I'll fly to you my Lord my Father God
Hallelujah Glory
Father I need you
Once again
From the wind of your lips father God I confess I am a mess but now with you oh God with your help now I am blessed
Hallelujah
12/16/20
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
From anthology "Just Jesus. "
I think back to a comfortable place,
And from inside of it there is an image of your face,
The image is permanently burned there forever to dwell,
Always there in its own little shell,
As i think back my memories of you unfold,
Without these memories of you my life would seem so very cold,
Im extremely careful with them acting as if they're delicate glass,
Cautious to make sure they're always safe so they won't smash,
I sit and wonder why it was my heart you had to steal,
Mistreating it and leaving me here to kneal,
I dont regret god leading us to meet,
Whenever i was around you my heart was warmed by your heat,
Ever since the day i caught you in my sight,
My love for you immediately took flight,
And since then you've always been on my mind,
My love for you shines so strong it sometimes makes me blind,
So that everything around me is barely noticed or felt,
And it burns so hot sometimes that i feel like im gonna melt,
I remember you so well that i still know how your kisses taste,
Though your gone now i dont think of my time spent with you as a waste,
You are the only one in this world for whom i actually care,
And when i say this to you it's true i swear,
When i was with you i wished for the clock to just be still,
As i gave you my heart which with your love i wanted you to fill,
As of now my heart is tired and worn,
Yet i still hold my love which to you i've sworn
My heart.......Heavy
confused
to say the least
intrigued
at the very best
all the while
falling
eternally down, into a well of insanity
clearly aware
but
unabashed of fault
and
for the life of me
cannot understand why?
Im crazy in love with you
mistreating me......keeping me
captive your slave.
My heart......Hurts
It cannot take anymore of your cruel, midday beatings
in which you seem to enjoy
noticably
giving me
Although not in the physical sense but
stictly metaphoricaly
which seems worse, but also safe
and I know that you can see me
although i feel small and alone
My heart....... Torn
like the pictures I cut out of magizines
while sitting cross-legged at 3am
making a collage of love for you
and all the while I am seaching for the glue
needed
to fasten together the detached peices of my soul
My Heart......Broken
SHATTERED
like that lamp you knocked over in the heat of passion
on one of our erotic rendevous
(we have had many)
Broken yet still intact
and do you know that it still hurts
to breathe
without you
My heart.........Gone
took off
in the shoes you have been stepping on it with
all the while you stood in the dust of my demise
watching me grow void and empty
and for the life of me
I cannot understand
why you said that I was crazy
when it was you
who wouldn't
love me back