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You are beautiful in your soul
That, that comes out of you love
Beautiful, spiritual, bountiful, wonderful love
you're well versed, got such a brilliants in your point of view
How could God have ever let you. . .
Go
You are beautiful soul;
You know your craft, ha! ha! and you're where it's at
At a drop of a time,
You pick up a dime
Well versed, got brilliants such a point of view
You only you such a beautiful
Soul
The words you say reverence
You are beautiful in your soul in every way
You are beautiful the words come from grace
You are a beautiful soul and I'm never letting go
Your loving kindness
Your heaven sent
Bringer of such joys
Bountifulness you implore
And
I, and I
Both God and I love you more
For the beautiful
For your beautiful words that come from your soul
dedicated to all the Poetess everywhere
written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017
"There's praise in words and words in praise"
from anthology "God's Children New Poets Poems and New Friends"
Empathy defines my poetry,
a collection of smiles, tears, and rage.
Poems forge the emotional keys
that free fragile feelings from their cage.
When probing for deeper awareness,
insensitivity risks my wrath.
For it hurts to suffer criticism;
from those following a dead-end path.
Seeking answers to complex questions,
I find truth resides between the words.
My poetry takes snapshots of life;
the human psyche to fledgling birds.
In the reality of my world,
dreams turn to frustration as time slips.
But the memories stored in my heart;
frequently brings a smile to my lips.
Through poetry, I open your eyes,
exposing my heart and soul to you.
And though I speak of what's familiar,
I offer another point of view.
Words on the page
A face and a hand in a grand illustration,
still in the corner I hide
Formed of this feel and its lengthened frustration,
longing to come but inside
Thoughts that I bear, like a weight ever growing,
changing my whole point of view
Staring the crowd it is who I am knowing,
given the old and the new
Reaching a bit, to evade their detection,
what would the words seem to say
Scared and amiss and in fear of rejection,
cast but the hours away
A shrug of my shoulders, the look on my face,
all as an act and a dream
For I have fallen this road to retrace,
words on the page they do scream
Take what you want, it won’t wait any longer,
nothing to lose but regret
Tell her your feelings and watch it grow stronger,
jump in, get both your feet wet
Still I stand firm with my legs feigning motion
fearful of answers to find
Happiness laughs like a fool hearted notion
wishing to only rewind
When you appear and my pulse reacts pounding
courage I force to my veins
Reading a poem of love so resounding
checking my voice as it strains
Seeing you smile in the grandest expression
taking my trembling hand
Sighing my words are your deepest obsession
gladly you do understand
Now as we dip in the future’s endeavors,
drenched in the moments apart
For in this fountain we’re swimming together,
writing of love from the heart
Well, I did it again. I wrote this for a contest and THEN read the rules…duh.
It’s too long but...I wrote it so here it is
Too early to call all the winners although a few got thru
All so far are Democrats and the house now more blue
My predictions last election on US leadership came true
Was it enough to stir and change folks point of view?
The polls close soon give or take in every state
They want to gerrymander our votes—it awaits
I hope you come out and vote tonight for what is right
Justice for all, due process and to continue the good fight
Unless you still feel the same with nothing to else gain
but more hate not fostered from God’s love He gave
I’d rather you not bother—stay inside your man-cave
I Am Anaya
Election Day
11/4/2025
The eyes are a two way mirror reflecting
whats seen
& behind their glassy stare many things
lay hidden
We're driven by these invisible things & are
passengers in a way
on a journey to self discovery
Recovery of our identity is imperative as it's
just one piece of the puzzle
in the narrative
Your story is written by the experiences that
interact with your being
& it's up to you how things are set at the end
of your days
This maze is an illusion as the straight & narrow
path is the only way
to reach the destination
The accumulation of experiences is what we
call life
so try to accumulate what you want
so everything goes right
Despite the appearance of things the ugly parts
of life are beautiful teachers
It's the ugliness that shows us how to be
beautiful in a vain world
that only values beauty
There's irony in this & we must iron out
the wrinkles internally
Don't seek shelter from the storm instead
convert the rain into steam
& train yourself to press forward
Sometimes we must go backwards to get
a better look
at the track that lay ahead
Hindsight is 20/20 if you adjust your
sights just right
& view things as if life is an
open book
Don't look for the evil in bad things
but see what good the bad
has to offer
Our perspective determines what's viewed
as bad in our lives
& sometimes perception can be
deceptive
Look at life as a mirror that shows you
what's hidden behind
the glass
& know it's always full & only
empty if you aren't receptive to
learning from the past
He thinks he's a real man
I know a few guys
who won't look you in the eyes
they wear a great disguise.... yeah
maybe you know them too
All the fancy gold he buys
real work he never tries
spends his days inventing lies
got no time for goodbyes...
but, he's ...gonna end up alone!
Chorus
His heart is stone, his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.
Himself, he always tries to please
he only likes her, when she's on her knees
he doesn't like it when you tease
he only loves her when she agrees
but, he's gonna end up all alone
His point of view he does enforce
his language is real coarse
he screams until he's hoarse
he's surprised with the divorce
yeah, he's gonna end up alone
Chorus
His heart is stone, his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.
I know a few guys
who won't look you in the eyes
they wear a great disguise.... yeah
maybe you know them too!
Chorus
His heart is stone, his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.
yeah, thinks he's a real man
yeah, thinks he's a real man
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 3,2017
Inspirations
Where shall I find the words to appease such queries
What shall my mind seek to evolve, to invent
Countless thoughts within endless theories
Constant seeking new ideas to circumvent
I In the silence of your mind
N New ideas come of new
S Solace of the heart so kind
P Preparing for thoughts askew
I Is this new beginning by design
R Rational awareness anew
A A phase, perhaps left behind
T To help with a phrase or two
I In that moment when we find
O Or that word to share your point of view
N Now is the time to share thoughts in your mind
S Solutions you may have, to help others start anew
Your gift to inspire, past experience to share
Your words of encouragement give hope, may heal
Giving of yourself, self growth beyond compare
Granting love and gratitude, life's wondrous appeal
Hanging out with me may be whatever,
But talking to me,
When you really begin talking to me....
It's just like a flip is switched..
Or I flip some kind of a switch all of a sudden
And quite unexpectedly
And you start pouring out..
Saying and revealing things about yourself
About things.the way you feel.or have felt about
Everything or particular things
Because to me ,it's like talking to your own soul,
Infact,I may be just that ,
Sure, I'm out here living
and walking around now,Same as you....
But it's just like that inner....
That inward point of view and being..yours.
He is suddenly right here with you
Before your eyes,right besides you
Caring, listening, urging, compelling,
Just setting you free
Many are so scare or frightened..Frozen
They never let this anger out...
This fear.. sorrow.. pain.. whatever it is
Whatever else it is..
These things bury me
Conceal and cover up
So scared of what they might say
What that then would mean too for having being said..
Fears, frustrations, confusion, am i a coward?
Am I a terrible person now?
I must be crazy,horrible,a monster, or terribly good....
Authentic,true being, kind, compassionate,
And if so ,what now
How can I , How could you?
So many things ....and these things...
Be they experiences or true feelings over things..
Not allowing these things to be spoken..
Heard by themselves...suits me out....
Then their soul...
It's like a dump truck of thoughts..
Feelings and emotions are overturned and really upon me..
And all this ...this weight ..covers me..
And forces me to go hard..
To just deal with this ever rising and increasing weight ..load..God it's heavy
And then I come around
Most never are really aware this has even happened
An old southern tradition said to bring good luck throughout the year,
Is to eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day, a custom they hold so dear.
This Yankee boy had never heard of such 'til I wed my Confederate spouse!
Now, sixty years later we still observe that strange practice at our house!
Be that as it may, I'm not all that convinced that it really holds true,
And I'll relate for you a few curious events to prove my point of view!
In January of last year it froze so hard that my water line burst!
Mind you, the year had hardly begun - that was on January the first!
In March it snowed so hard that the blossoms froze on my apple tree!
There'd be no luscious fruit to chomp on for the squirrels, birds or me!
On the fifteenth of April I faithfully submitted my tax forms as required.
I received a notice in July that my presence for an IRS audit was desired!
In August the neighbor kid hit a home run that shattered my windowpane!
My 'in good hands' insurance wouldn't cover the cost, much to my disdain!
In October the airline lost all of our luggage, which is no great surprise!
(Hence, we'll ride AMTRAK when we travel in lieu of the friendly skies!)
I reckon my run of tough luck is just one of the rummy vicissitudes of life,
But oft' I muse, "Lord, is it only to me that such things happen so rife?"
(This was written with considerable tongue in cheek and to have a little fun.
I'll keep on eatin' black-eyed peas to better my luck, when all is said and done!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I won't wake up to the constant ringing of the doorbell…
I ignore
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, looking like hell,
Once more
It's too hard to recognize your soft voice
In the chaos of my family's music choice
You used to do such dumb things to me
You accused me of being the fool too, I see
Days and weeks pass us by
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Months and years go on by
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
But silence speaks too…
I don't want to hear your complaints about me all day and night
Change is a challenging chore
I won't let the sun shine down on me as I sweat a storm with fright
Open up the opportunity door
It's too hard to recognize your soft voice
In the chaos of my family's music choice
You used to do such dumb things to me
You accused me of being the fool too, I see
Days and weeks pass us by
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Months and years go on by
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
But silence speaks too…
I silently shower upon me radiant relief
From this squalid grief...this cruel grief…
You should have heard me out in the brink of my unfailing demise
You laugh at me cuz you don't know the truth behind your lies
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Know that my silence speaks too...