Long Organized Poems
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She twirled in like falling autumn leaves of gold.
The ultimate heroine of fabricated stories of men of old.
Her castanets clicked in a gleeful, happy friendly way.
Tambourine Woman had entered the fall fest fray.
She brought in dragonflies, they flew at her command.
She is here! Someone said. They organized an impromptu band.
Tambourine Woman was no legend or myth.
Her sapphire eyes danced as she lived her pure bliss.
We were perplexed, bewitched, enamored and astounded.
Corn moon gave her attention that was mostly unfounded.
Butterflies surrounded her, and flitted their truth and love.
Her glorious dancing must have been given by those from above.
Murmurs went through the family on that October night.
She is real! She exists! We saw her, in all of her bright!
To others we could never spread this truth or express our zeal.
Because they were not ready to admit this myth was actually real.
Partnerships contract primal economic,
civil,
cultural rights between consenting mutually subsidiary parties;
ecojustice solidarity mentors relationship-building.
Marriage contracts regenerate deep ecological sacred rites,
a liturgy of procreative mutual polarity and parity
bi-naturally systemic.
Iconic of nature's quintessential binomiality,
bi-normiality,
bionically balanced as dipolar "tension" or intention
and daily life-recommitted liturgical practice
of mutually subsidiary economic
and ecological perma-cooperative Union.
Ecology includes biological systems,
but also binomial self-regeneratively organized information systems,
patterns,
organisms,
paradigms,
language,
and natural systemic Yang/Yin
CrownLight/RootPower integral balance,
neuro-systemic nutritional flow functions.
Ecotherapeutic contracts evolve best
co-invested equal partners
of Wisdom's co-gravity functional patterns
AND Light's good humor flow rhythm.
We evolve a darkside for every exegetical Truth,
just as we revolve a lighter side to every False-False
paradox:
Fear of Fear Itself,
Hating Haters,
Love of Beloved Bicameral WeSelf
Not Negativing our Double-Binary
space-1/time-0 bilateral
Win/Win resonant Positives.
THIS MY WITNESS
Don’t want no organized religion?
I just want to get into heaven;
Don’t wanna be saved by man’s ways;
Don’t wanna be saved by man’s way;
Wanna be saved by what and how the bible says, hey!!
Don’t need to be saved denominationally…
Ooh, Jesus come, come to me..
I am, sorry sincerely for those sins I’ve done;
Come to me, restore me before my conception;
I’m a wretch undone… God I’m yours come..
Don’t want to be normal, ain’t got time for judging you;
I ain’t got none, NO heaven nor hell to place you;
Don’t wanna be saved by mans ways;
I am no longer myself nor Satan’s slave…
Because I’ll stopped, repented not I believed, I received and now I’m Saved
I just want to get into heaven;
Don’t wanna be saved by man’s way;
Don’t need to be saved denomination-ally…
Ooh, Jesus come, come to me…
I am, sorry sincerely for those sins I’ve done;
Come to me, restore me before my conception;
I’m a wretch undone… God I’m yours come..
7/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From forth coming anthology “Old Gospel Songs Sung"
We are called to love one another as sisters and as brothers. We are called to pray for one another, our mothers and our fathers. We are called to spread the good news of hope, grace and mercy, across the seas and across the lands. We are called to understand.
We are called to preach peaceful solutions in times of peace and of war. It is one of the reasons Jesus Christ put his peace keepers on planet earth for. We are called to be the disciples of our beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We are called to follow in his footsteps. We are called to feed the hungry.
We are called to offer shelter to the homeless. We are called to provide shoes for the shoeless. We called to provide shelter from the natural storms of life. We are called to spread the gospel news of Jesus Christ. We care called to provide hope for the hopeless. We are called to become the friends of the friendless and lonely people of the world. We are called to speak out for social, domestic, and political injustices.
We are called to speak out for freedom and justice. We called to liberate all of the slaves held in captivity by their fellow man. We are called to become the voice for those who have no chance or have no choice. We are called to be united to be called "for liberty and justice for all." We are called to await the morning's sunrise and thank God we are still alive.
We are called to always be there in good times and in bad for those who have no mothers, no fathers, or no sisters or brothers. We are called to comfort and provide care for the orphans and needy children of the world. We are called to rescues those in the drug trafficking and drug cartels, street gangs, organized crime and the sexual slavery trade. We are called to reach out to those who are afraid and are unable to run away from sexual slavery and domestic violence.
We are called to reach out and help single and unwed mothers or unwed athers and their unborn and born children. We are called upon those who are unable to take care of themselves. We are called to become the mouth, the eyes, the hands and the feet of our beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 28, 2020
There have been operatic Voices
in my aria love and tragic fear lives,
each one speaking of epic PermaCultural Paradise hopes,
some actively seeking more cooperatively organized habitat,
a student/teacher deep learning few,
green ecoschooled in some polypathic way
To hear LoveVoices mostly scrabbling through disorganized pipe dreams
of this unrealistic Win/Lose violent culture-devouring reality
surrounded by an outdoor mostly WinWin Earth
of economic
and political
and personal
and community
and family cognitive-affective climate health
and chronic YangEgo dominant stress disorders
Rather precisely planted
where we had originally intended
the sun best never shine
in a public kind of way
While we continue more actively hoping for PermaCultural Paradise
for growing abundantly healthy wealth,
sometimes curious therapies
always rooted in multicultural self-growing cooperative guilds,
courageously resilient
SelfHealth and OtherWealth Mutual Trust Care
ZeroZone Democracy CoOperative Contracts and Win/Win Constitutions
Resilient/Confluent Body/Mind Nature/Spirit Ego/Eco
health/care cooperative trust designing,
paradise daily implementing pro-life strategies
as appropriate to resilient ego/ecosystems
through all four seasons of development
and eight regenerations of Operatic Scale.
Each with our own DNA-fractal structured
holonic reasoning epic memories
of deep sacred ecology
theologically resonant positive light energy
multicultural meaning,
nature ethological,
and spirit vocational health/wealth humane/sacred purpose
Declared transparently
with full WinWin operatic
Fertile epic Voice.
Deep in peaceful rest, lay I.
Not a hint of what would come by.
In my dreams chasing ludicrous fantasies
Seeking out endless possibilities.
But away, far and away, have I gone from there.
Far and away due to a stirring in the air.
Rousing from somnolent state I noticed but one thing…
What, in my unconscious adventures, for I had been searching.
Reach out! Take hold!
But I could not bring myself to be so bold.
Now I am awake, now I am alive.
And finally my restless soul needn’t wander.
In those eyes, yes those eyes, I see all I need to thrive.
And “should I love her?” is a thought I needn’t ponder.
“Give it all away and hold nothing back” screams my heart.
But what happens when everything falls apart?
Logic shouts, “slow and steady and the race may be won.
Besides what are the chances this is the one?”
“Tattered and torn, tattered and torn.
You have been there before,
And you know your heart is worn.”
Logic speaks from my core.
Flumadiddle flumadiddle they all sing together.
They make it difficult to determine whether,
Whether or not the risk is worth the payout.
And to determine if I have any doubt.
But then one concept sticks out to me.
Why? Why is what I should be answering.
Why I love her, let me list the reasons…
But that list is too long, and would last eternal seasons…
So not why, but why not?
One solid answer is all I need.
I have thought and have thought
And can’t find a single, doubtful seed.
“She is too strong headed and opinionated”
And that is what makes her beautiful.
“She is too organized, she’ll kill your chaos”
My Balance is what makes her wonderful.
She is passionate and pure,
Faithful and true.
There is little more I could ever want from you.
To the end of all things,
I don’t think I could bring,
This soul to ever wander when all I want is found in you.
A balance for my strengths,
A mind to sharpen mine,
A reason to always strive,
An equal finally by my side.
I love all things in nature.
My passions are plants, gardening and bird watching.
I also enjoy good mystery books or television thriller series.
I love to collect old clocks, art and whimsical antiques.
My home is my peaceful sanctuary.
I am often oversensitive and can feel other people’s pain.
Clairvoyance and empathy are gifts I bestow, but often ignore.
I enjoy being creative and busy, it soothes my mind.
I love to cook and follow new recipes.
I have a huge, sweet tooth!
Luckily, I really like to exercise and take daily walks.
I don’t believe in organized religion, only a higher power.
Spirituality based and all things unexplained;
these are my life beliefs and soulful truths.
Born to a Catholic family
Each Sunday spent kneeling in pews
Taught to accept Christ as my savior
And that Hell is for those that refuse.
As I grew older, I wondered
How good people of different beliefs.
Could be destined to spend eternity
With adulterers, murderers, and thieves.
I learned more and more of our history
It defied my indoctrination.
Through Papal Indulgence to bloody crusades
I was given my own revelation
People, by the book's definition
Are sinners, and each is flawed
Yet somehow. we hold expectations
That we've passed down the true word of God
So I can no longer walk blindly
For in my soul, I have realized
That faith can be found in every heart
And it needn't be organized.
:For If you build it they will misuse it contest
Legs slowly extend
moments push and bend
I sigh
must the morning end
as sun meets the skin
deep sigh
Eyes close once again
sheets are folding in
oh my
Fingers are tracing
a day in waiting
like this
air is exciting
lips are inviting
oh yes
Stay in my morning
anticipating
such bliss
________
~ moments worth waiting for ~
Something playful and romantic
Form of Poetry - Lai
The lai is another French form. It’s a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables; the “b” rhyme lines have 2 syllables. It feels kind of like organized skeltonic verse.
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