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O what ye have been doing here?
I’ve been watching my life pass by.
Just that and nothing else?
Why, is not it enough?
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O man, ye just cannot afford to be
A mute pair of banks on meditation
Forever watching the river flow by,
Nor yet a stone getting grounded as sand,
Ye better watch this life of yours pass by
And try, be part of its perennial flow.
You’ve twenty-four hours a day and enough--
Nearly one and a half thousand moments,
Each with potential possibilities,
This life’s no distant goal, it’s here and now.
O never think that thy life’s joy lies far,
Far off ‘pon finishing a given deed,
But ponder, true joy and bliss lies right here
Wait not for that moment thy deed is done,
It is in the adventure of journey,
Not just in reaching the destination.
And yet, indulging in fancy dreams of
Destinations and thy goals duly scored,
Ye tend to forget very life to live,
Forget to give the due deserved by life.
Alas, we mankind has this bad habit
To turn all of the life unto habit,
To turn love unto mere relationship,
And that in turn unto material thing,
Thoughts go in grooves of habit to get lame,
We fancy giving our feelings a name,
And try to fit moments to timetable,
To put on life on to a much-paved way
Rather than make a newly carved walkway
Our own, turn vibrant life into habit.
But why oh why should a man be like this?
Perhaps, he tries to insure all the life
And make it secured sans any a strife,
And sleep sound, assured like Kumbhakarna
Unmindful, he makes life a commodity.
What he likes he postpones for all his life,
And goes on doing what he never likes…
Till one day comes his life’s late, late evening,
Not having ever stood oh face to face
With what’s his life. Full of regrets he dies.
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O Time, O Death, don’t ye scare,
In invincible thee,
Undefeated dwells me,
O ye better beware.
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Reflections |25.12.2024|Blank verse, life, time,
SHE INSPIRES ME TAINT NO PLAIN OLE NOR BEAUTIFUL WOMAN KNOWS MORE THAN THIS-KH
U know God done- He don’t make no mess!
Yawl! Know God don’t make NO MISTAKES
He made Woman
And she inspires me…
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
There’s ain’t none not deserving,
To be called His Daughters
For in all creation God ain’t made NO plain Woman
For they (we) are beautiful spirits and souls
Created by the ALL Mighty
A beautiful God
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
And they (we) are bearers of humanity
Ain’t nothing plain bout’ me?
And I am a nurturer
And I am made in HIS image
And I am Mother(s) of the World
This world…
Only I bear in my chest humanities Children
To be called His Daughter
Mother of the World
To be His bride,
On His spiritual side
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
Plain things are simple, unadorned,
That ain’t me
And plain even a little boring. ...
And that ain’t me
One meaning of the word is, as in a flat prairie or low lying
I stand ever tall nothing horizontal bout me.
I’m gorgeous and elegant a queen
God’s HOLY daughter
No obstructions. Embellished, baring, or unimpressive love holy things.
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
I am more than a
Plain women
I know more about men than beautiful ones do
God has made me (us) more than pain, more than beautiful you see
Even sinner, saved men need a holy woman too!
12/14/19
For She Inspires Series KH Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
| "Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
-Katherine Hepburn
Ne'er was there wife, nor love, more Pure than Thou,
Spontaneously funny, innocent,
Heartfelt, who had no harm, nor malice -- how
Delightful, every hour with you I spent!
In earnest, clean, your thoughts and motives were,
Imperfect, and impatient, willful, strong!
As lovely, purple lilies in wind stir,
But not as lovely, the impatient gong
That called you to Ascend the Crystal Stair.
Ne'er were there eyes as clear, dark, twinkling, 'mused
Nor hair as thick, soft, full as flax - despair
Encloses me like dark about me fused,
When I remember you have upward gone,
Yet all these gifts burst in my heart, like song!
3/20/2019
I sometimes feel I am neither here nor there
My mind wandering there sitting here
I wish I was more here buts there gives me wings to fly
Here life is routine and wont take me to the moon
There I create and ride out my fantasy
To twinkle like a star or bloom like a flower
But here stuck in reality all drab and not fair.
So there I create my characters who reflect
bits and pieces of my fancy
Here my wins and losses wont matter when I am gone
There I get to showcase my talent of feelings weak or strong.
Here grudges resentments and frustration’s
will surely run me down
There I get to build myself up, sometimes
wearing a crown
Somewhere today in the middle,
with a smile and a frown
I step out of here and climb in there without a sound.
19.11.2020
Juxtaposition
Sponsor Silent One.
I am thirsty but at first no not
Hungry so sore I am I am not
Empty flesh vessel body devout
I have not cause I ask not
I am before you see at thirst for the wrong thing I no longer thirst for my throat and my belly I no longer hunger for flesh fruits and vegetables I thirst and hunger for the Lord God Almighty for in him is my plentiful because I am plenty
High energy a brazen though my flesh not satisfied
I keep my hands so raised high
Glory and Grace fills my space
I am completely surrounded
Body's cleansed Spirit field filled soul is full and whole
You see I hunger and thirst no more
1/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
I don't desire mountains,
Nor do I desire coasts
But I hope when I knock your door, Death,
You would be a gracious host.
When I come to meet you Death,
I hope you would be kind.
And shoulder to carry me,
None I'd need to find.
I hope when I lay there,
There would be people who would listen,
And there would be some titles,
With which I would be christened.
I hope there would be someone,
To whom our separation would cause swan-like despair.
But I hope there would be enough memories,
To ease the pain they would have to bear.
And when I sleep forevermore,
There would be millions of days to cherish,
I hope there would be heights I had soared,
Making my name impossible to perish.
Then when I come to knock your door, Death,
You would be so kind,
That departing from my world, and greeting you
I wouldn't mind.
I don't desire mountains,
Nor do I desire coasts
But when I knock your door, Death
You would be a gracious host.
praying
knowing
faith is
growing
blessings
flowing
Scripture
reading
God’s Word
heeding
Spirit
leading
my soul
feeding
on the
right road
such a
light load
God’s peace
bestowed
*******
tide is
turning
feelings
churning
anguish
burning
trouble
knocking
Satan
mocking
faith is
shaken
peace is
taken
*******
life can
plunge me
from the
mountain
to the
valley
God can
lift me
from the
valley
to the
mountain
dwelling
with me
at each
level
of the
spectrum
February 28, 2023
written for the Brian Strand You Pick Again Poetry Contest Placed 3rd
The intellect will not solve our problems, nor will it feed the soul with the essence of eternal life;
we often lose ourselves in the whirlwind of an extraordinary world that we do not truly see.
The leaves dancing in the mysterious wind remain unseen, and the grass untouched by our hands,
for we do not feel the quality of its being; we get lost in sterile discussions and cold examinations,
when the essential thing is to feel life deeply, not to lose ourselves in intellectual branches.
The intellect is not the path to true understanding, for it is limited by our conditioning;
it can reason, analyze, draw conclusions, but it cannot reach pure and unaltered sensitivity,
which frees us from fields of fear and anxiety, offering us true freedom.
We spend years cultivating the intellect, arguing, fighting, forgetting to simply be human,
and this wonderful and rich earth is ours, regardless of borders and provincialism.
Unfortunately, we have divided it through our pettiness, seeking security and better jobs,
playing political games that make us forget we are all part of the same cosmic dance.
But sensitivity can bring us back to the essence, to the simple joy of being and living;
this earth is not just of one place or another, but ours, all of ours, a profound truth,
offering us the chance to live in harmony with nature and ourselves, in an eternal story.
The time police were at my door
they said my time was done
and what’s done can’t be
undone so they were
here to do it.
But I outsmarted them
wasn’t hard after all
they were cops
not detectives.
I caught a quantum
quark that liked to bark
rode it into the dark
continummmm.
Now I must excuse myself
as nothing ever comes of
small excusions into forbidden places
for I wass on a roll of
sssevenssss and sssssturnssssss
till sssssssnake eyesssssss ssssssssstruck
and blew it al to Slytherine.
And Potter was potted
in a Grecian urn along
with Keats’s ashes.
6/12/2020
Not nowhere near a mastermind just highly inclined
To turn mental pictures into verbal masterpieces
Not really into the rap hame message want get through I'm
Gone be honest unless you got a gimmick or sell big drugs don't nobody hear you
Young black man going through the struggle don't nobody
see you
These days you gotta use social media get your followers up
but if it ain't making them dance it ain't what's up
The rap game done switched to you tube views instagram the
Hustle is likes that's how these new cats getting rich
Artist don't want record deals everybody independent
made top 10 greatest hits 2 pac didn't make the list tell
me this who had more hits
All I'm trying to say is I don't think message gets through
Scarface tell real stories if your not him or have a gimmick
Don't nobody hear Nor See you