Long Proclaim Poems
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You a fake yell from hot tin roof top
Nobody listens but you don’t stop
You pronounce you will make a great name
In high pitch voice you pine to proclaim.
You say there are colors in your eye
We all know it's nothing but a white lie
So you think you are a born artist
Such a strange creature doesn't exist.
You surmise your brush has Monet touch
But your trees are cluster of plumb crutch
Water of the grimy pond is ink opaque
You can’t even make semblance of fake.
When you gloat you’ve got Picasso flair
Abstract art drips on palllid paint layer
I see formless faces in warped cubes
As a pile of squeezed out color tubes.
April 16, 2020
Contest : Write A Rhyming Poem For Fun
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
It is a beautifully warm and sunny day.
Here in the pleasant spring month of May.
It is the month's very first Saturday.
It is here in this place, I am to marry Elaine's daughter.
The church is full of flowers in each corridor.
The organ plays the melody of Richard Wagner.
What I see next is such a lovely sight.
My Stephanie draped in her gown of white.
She appears as a lovely delight!
Standing alongside of me,
she appears a bit misty,
as the priest begins the ceremony:
Dear family and friends of Michael and Stephanie,
we've gathered to witness these two in matrimony.
Michael, will you take this woman Stephanie to be your wife?
It was quite a long time for me to wait for this day.
However, it has arrived, and here is what I say:
You now stand before me. In your sapphire eyes I see,
a sparkling of unending love between you and me.
The joining of our hands exemplifies unity.
Symbolizing relationship in complacency.
Our universe continues to unfold endlessly.
Each star’s light shines upon us until eternity.
As we both live, they shall guide us on our life’s journey.
May we both come to share in a plentiful harvest.
As He looks down on us, and makes us forever blessed,
May we come to share happiness, until final rest.
Now mutuality is considered coalesced.
Stephanie, will you take this man Michael to be your husband?
I love you because you are special to me
In everything you do
You make me laugh
And touch my heart with your kindness
Your words expressed so lovingly
All I want to do is be near you
I want to feel your arms around me
Holding me close to your heart
Now take me on this journey
As we unite as one
For the rest of our life
To be with you
Is like music
That enters my heart
Soft and gentle in you’re loving ways
You came to me from afar
Showed me how to give love never ending
And receive it back
Completely surrendering
Tonight a thousand stars will look down on us
And Angel’s sing
Of our great love
A kiss from heaven is sent
It enters our hearts
Our souls have touched
Never to part
My love I give to you
As pure as the snow
Take it my love
It’s a gift from the heart
To remember this day
Until death do us part
By the power invested in me
by the Diocese and State's authority,
I proclaim Michael and Stephanie
in the bond of Holy Matrimony.
May you live and grow happily!
Beautiful soul
I'm not letting go
Of the loves wayward flows
Just want proclaim to all
I am blessed to console
I thank God, Always for
My live for your, beautiful, beautiful soul
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So emotional
Promises devotional
Choose heart Set Apart
GOD'S decision in a vision
Thoughts through faith based
Fundamental joy, promises of His love
Only He consulates
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Beautiful soul
I'm not letting go
Of the loves wayward flows
Just want proclaim to all
I am blessed to console
I thank God, Always for
My live for your, beautiful, beautiful soul
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My desire unto and through Him
In my My Father love and heart
To prosper and stay on course
Be a blessing, a good person
In dwelling within with the Heart and Power of the Lord
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Beautiful soul
I'm not letting go
Of the loves wayward flows
Just want proclaim to all
I am blessed to console
I thank God, Always for
My live for your, beautiful, beautiful soul
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Such should a man love a woman
Like Our Father God genuine loves all His children
Proclaimed promises hue
Spirit, soul heart, mine
Visions pans dormant trues
I am unequivocally unadulterated drawn unto you
Onslaught beginning denial true
I fought the devotion of being in love, with a Father's Daughter
Such a one whoms my Lord and Father knows
Instilled in Him by Him He so co-created a daughter
so...
Instilled Instilling more in His love His Beautiful Daughter
Hallelujah we give God the praise
For what He's made
He's giving us, much more than we deserve
For with the Glory God is unstoppable,thank you Lord
Thank you Beloved for such a Beautiful soul
4/22/23
Written words & Arranged music
by James Edward Lee Sr 2023 (c)
There is indifference if I fail by trying
But there is jubilation if I finally succeed,
To persuade contrast faces quietly marvelling
With kindness to those who are in need.
There is love and sometimes there is peace,
The unknown scarcely threaten our realm,
To know the fear of hazards exist in space,
Will it be a virtual atmosphere or real pain?
There’s assurance, both of spirit and soul
The Kama of surety on earth we try to claim,
Our conscience inherits this virtue as gold,
In heaven, who knows what will be our name?
The future is unknown; unseen by our deeds
Permitted only with glimpses of what we feel,
Model upon other foundations reality succeeds
But those emotions are not always real.
The unknown advent angels secretly proclaim
Celestial beings with stern human face arrayed,
How will their awesome presence reign?
Over the fallen nations that they upbraid.
No pruning or pining or resurrection wishing
Entity elsewhere to share the unknown eternity,
We will stand with our lives overwhelming,
Witnesses in the surrounding world of plenty.
Upon this rusted hook, I've hung for years;
I can't recall when I last touched the ground.
The rust on me is creeping- oh, my fears-
I'll just be cast away and never found!
You see, right next to me- a newer one
so shinny-bright, with an unblemished blade,
is always used- their fave has now become!
They leave me here alone- feeling betrayed.
But then, one summer day, their Grandpa came!
He graciously pulled me from that old hook-
then patted me with love- to then proclaim,
“I need to borrow you, my friend”- and took
me to the garden, which was overgrown,
to manage it as we did long ago;
since then- neglected, wild, and left alone.
Together, we set memories aglow.
An old, worn shovel, with no purpose, hung;
A senior Grandpa, with old, rigid hands;
A vegetated garden- gone unsung!
Each, with the other- old age understands.
Oh, the cruelty of Hippocracy,
The double standard of society,
Where people preach one thing,
But practice something opposing.
Fairness, equality, justice for all,
But discrimination still stands tall,
Injustice, prejudice, intolerance,
Such displays of hatred and arrogance.
Promoting kindness, caring, empathy,
But selfishness still rules supremacy,
Ignorance, indifference, apathy,
These traits of Hippocracy are a tragedy.
So let us be true to what we proclaim,
Let us not let Hippocracy's shame,
Undermine the virtues we hold dear,
Let us live with integrity year after year.
from "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke:
"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go."
Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love. Explain, support, convince. Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!
A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To carry away the sins of the masses
You took the fall Massiah
Carrying that cross and driven
To Golgotha carrying a heavy burden
A redemption for those willing to partake
Of the blood of the new covenant..
A lamb slain at the foundation
Of the world.. by name Word..
It took your life Uhai to create Wahyi
The prophetic word ushered life
The creating Word as the world took form
The Almighty is enthroned between the wings
Of the mighty Cherubim.. the living creatures
And the 24 elderls decree Holy holy is the Lord
Worthy is the lamb to receive the scroll
And open the seal, and proffes judgement
Lest we forget the pain and the slaughter
The rape the plunder and all the maafa
Of the land and children of the mother land
Lightening strikes, it then thunders and rain
Pours all over the land bringing renewal
Regrowth of the land signaling
As long as there is day and night
As long as harvest and planting persist
We will tend the sacred groves and proclaim
We are born of the Covenant with the Creator.
You see all of these protesters out
chanting and screeching on the TV,
convinced that we’ll solve all our problems
Ii we just get rid of the police.
They claim that they’re targeting people
merely of the color of their skin,
though by the per capita numbers
whites and Latinos tak it one the chin.
But they keep screaming about privilege
in a strangely religious fervor,
and use it as a helpful excuse
to release all their pent-up anger.
But when it comes to dark-skinned people,
whose interests they claim to pursue,
they all proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter,’
but they sure don’t’ act as if they do.
First let’s look at all the businesses
that the rioters torched and destroyed,
they were mostly in inner cities,
so the end result we can’t avoid
is that the people they claim to help
were the same people who worked those stores,
which means countless folks with much melanin
won’t have productive jobs anymore.
Their own siblings, mothers, and fathers
bow have no method to bring in cash.
Basically, their lives have been ruined,
I wonder did they care about that?
Did looters realize that their actions
would make their communities much worse?
they all proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter’
…except for those they put out of work.
And then there is the late David Dorn,
a dark-skinned grandfather, former cop,
who saw the evil burning his town
and went outside to protect the block,
hoping to provide security
for the pawn business of a good friend.
For wanting to protect his hard work
vile looters brought him to his end.
But strangely you do not hear his tale
when you watched the evening news at night,
the rioters get interference
but a good man’s death is not in sight.
Not one of these damn ideologues
care that a hero’s life now is done,
I guess that black life didn’t matter,
since his narrative was the ‘wrong’ one...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
We know her as Camellia...that fine name,
a perfect one for someone sweet as she;
her silky skin and amber eyes proclaim
a charming, pristine beauty, all agree.
Just like the flower's petals, pure and white
are shaped into a cup of perfect form,
Camellia molds her care to help them fight
the painful journey to more healthy norm.
Our dear Camellia comes most every day
to nurture our close friend who cannot walk.
Her tenderness and kindness lead the way
with her fine therapy and gentle talk.
Her steadfastness and excellence outshine
the beauty and the presence she portrays;
it's what's inside her heart that is sublime
and marks her loveliness in many ways.
Just as the flower does, Camellia lives,
with meaning of a pure and lovely soul;
perfection, beauty, in the care she gives
to her dear patients...help, her only goal.
August 25, 2016
~13th Place~
Contest: And In Words, She Blooms
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 09/14/2016
"The symmetrical beauty and long-lasting quality of the flower have long been appreciated. White camellias with their pristine and pure hue depict an adorable quality. The white blossom may also symbolize perfection without blemish. Camellias, no matter what the color have meanings attached to them like steadfastness, and excellence. Once the white Camellias go into its fully bloomed form, it takes the shape of a delicate cup of petals...for the white camellia, getting blossoms with a perfectly shaped cup will embody your message of admiration for someone’s adorable qualities."