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I travel back to a nascent time,
when bairn girl sojourner twins arrived.
Born from their earth mother’s womb,
embodied by Mother Nature’s bosom.
Goddesses embraced by the Universe.
Dualism beyond the physical world
Their essence of silvery stars,
sends love’s chemical reactions.
Their beatific smiles so warm and inviting,
and magical thinking inspires all.
Illuminating pure energy that soars from your light,
spreads wildly around, igniting the night.
The delightful bond inside you both, heaven's call.
Qualities, talent, and intuition divine,
Their existence, always sunshine.
Inseparable even when miles apart
They're always in each other’s hearts.
You’re always here in mine.
God be praised and thanked for our Dad, Mr. Roberto B. Agustin whom the Lord called to His glory on January 2, 2019. Likewise, we thank all those who prayed for us, and for those supported and upheld us morally, spiritually, and financially. May the Lord continually bless you.
Responsible father* are you, Dad; reliable, and really loving...
Optimizing your best to give us, your children, life's grand opportunities
Blessed are we to have you as the almighty Lord's gift to us...
Earnestly exerting all efforts to enrich our individual qualities
Ready always to reach out to our cares as well as to meet our needs
Thankfulness to God fills us while we express our gratefulness to you
Our joyous commendation with love is unto you for fulfilling your roles well!!!
Assured are we of good future by your great fatherly leadership
Gracious words, guiding hands, governing counsels you freely grant
Unconditional is your concern for us; unwavering is your support...
Steadfast help, strong guardian, sincere provider are you of our home
Truly upholding our family with your moral-spiritual values
Influencing and inspiring us toward virtuous living thru your example
Nurtured in our hearts will you be as we praise the heavenly FATHER for you!!!
*Proverbs 23:24 The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice: and he that begetteth a wise child shall have joy of him.
December 27, 2018
Edited on January 14, 2019
3rd place, "Your Interpretation of What Love Is" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 1/15/2019.
Alas, the world has changed
As the humans take control.
They, for their own likes and dislikes,
Have defined you, just as they please.
And now, you witness the creation of great walls…
Separating mankind.
By the comparison… of colour, of language, of the way of life.
The beautiful, the clean, the classy, the rich…
High class, low class, third class, middle class…
Splitting the world: once split by geographical circumstances.
But remember, your definition lies within you:
In your honesty, purity, tenderness and virtue.
They are to be measured, evaluated, and to be improved…
So to win the heart of man as a rightful citizen.
Remember; do not define yourself by those futile factors –
For with them, only the stupidity of mankind shall rise.
12/20/2018
It strikes one at will,
As one whose intent
is to kill,
Causing rumbles and
tumbles in the
stomack,
Making you rummage
for solution down in
the sack!
The causer of all
kinds of ulcer
That entity
accompanied with
bitter pains
Which if untended
lead it can to cancer
And from which there
is loss and no gains!
The solution to be
sought when it
strikes is food
Whether large or
small in quantity
So far as this giant
can be tamed for
good
By it, be it of high or
low quality!
Hunger it is that is
one life's equalities
To both with
reputable and
questionable
qualities!!!
Sometimes studying the mirror I'm overcome with chagrin
Feeling disappointed by this shell I'm dwelling in.
With my slightly too thick midriff there above my underwear,
I'm more the rotund apple than alluring luscious pear,
Making ludicrous comparisons to girls with waspy waists,
And my nose, Lord, Pinocchio's, upon my pleasant face
With its odd small accompanying hump placed what!...To accentuate?
Later, however, on better days, my focus redirects
To reviewing my favorite qualities, and what I see reflects
A somewhat shapely figure; Legs lean, well-formed and strong;
Lovely eyes, lips and breasts, and lashes that are long.
So I'm obliged to acknowledge with accepting certainty
My temple, though flawed, was gifted by God
(And there's always rhinoplasty)!
For the "I Am" Poetry Contest of Frank H.
Opening her door
Paying for the meal…
And the movie
Helping her in and out of her chair
Being a gentlemen
The qualities women used to want in a man
What happened?
Is it now polite to be impolite?
Suddenly,
The cars, clothes, and jewelry make the man
Not the soul
I don’t like Girbaud Jeans
You can say my ride’s a ‘hupty’
I wear shirts and ties
But if you look into my eyes
Sincerity lies
Don’t conform,
Stand alone,
A gentleman, lost in time
Dumbfounded with disbelief
A poet, rapper, songwriter, singer, composer, and Christian
Not astonishingly handsome
Decent looking
A good guy, a rare breed
Singled out by society
Rejected by love
Often oppressed
Kind-hearted and compassionate
Yet-
I exist only in shadows
But a mere mirage
Inexplicable,
Why good guys finish last…
A birthday isn’t just a day I was born in
It is the celebration and ecstasy for staying alive another year
Of all the birthdays
I came to look at today as a forgotten recall
Of all the birthdays
I disliked this one
And reviewed my life
Since the start
And regretted the things I wanted to do
And delayed them
But I was willing to do them
With compassion and enthusiasm as ever
But, my parents and specially my dad
Never keeps his word
And that with an disregardful trait
Maybe he has gotten old
Maybe he is starting to pay less attention
And care less to examine thoughts
Maybe, but I wished and wanted and desired
He was younger, so that he could live longer
Because we came afterwards
He has already given all the care and love to the previous kids
Who are now adults and can depend on themselves
How it pleases and sets me happy
When he at least plays with us
That’s what I want
A real dad
Who smiles and speaks appropriate jokes
Who encourages me to follow my dreams
And not let them sink with the days
Who helps me develop my talents
Who really and really understand me
And my feelings
Who can love me and show it
Who can promise me and stick to his promise
No matter what
That’s what I want
Is that too much to ask?
I want dad and mom
To play with me football
And basketball
And many other games
I want to share qualities and moments
With them
But can they at least speak to me
Without making a joke out of my words?
That’s what I want
And I don’t want to blow the 100 lit candles on my birthday
I want to live and experience things I never saw
I want to do stuff I never thought of doing
Play instruments and strengthen talents
Achieve things I never dreamt of achieving
Scoring goals, walking extended paths
So that when I’m about to die
I die with satisfaction to say
I lived a life
Love always thinks it's chosen well,
Discerns no qualities to criticize.
In the loved one all is loveable,
And defects become virtues in a lover's eyes.
To speak, or write, or sing of love,
A lover needs no dictionary.
The words come tripping off the tongue,
For love provides its own vocabulary:
A girl who's pale is jasmine white,
And her purity is felt;
If swarthy, she's a simmering brunette;
One who's wafer-thin, with skin stretched tight,
Is willowy and svelte;
A chubby one's a sugar plum, a pet;
A sloppy and untidy girl's a wild and carefree soul;
On a giantess bestow a goddess air;
A small girl might be a mignonette, button cute, a doll;
A vain girl's assumed dignity gives her charms beyond compare;
Shy girls are smart;
Dull ones simple and sweet;
A chatterbox, engagingly bright;
The silent one's dark and mysteriously deep,
Affected, maybe,
But love makes that all right.
So a truly smitten lover loves all the faults of his beloved,
And ever has it been thus since "the Fall".
Whom your heart says love, you love her,
Not in fits and starts, or selected parts,
But farts…
And warts…
And all.
I gazed upon the crystal
only hard before the thaw
and as you warmed to melt
your gem-like qualities seemed
of mine to adore
unlike the slush of snow
unlike the muddies of rain
unlike a city's drainage
a heart needs only another
willing to sustain
for love is greater immortal
than the many painted temples
with flawless sculpted gods
far greater than most paradise imagined
above the ringing stars and their
singing elucidating bards
love is more the remnant sea
almighty rivers and streams
real lords of man and lands
within their never-ending travails
carrying life's speckles of gold
as well as life's sentient rearranging
sands
Sweet sensual her name is “Lavender”
She is lavender, a scent that heals majorly
Treating anxiety, insomnia,
Lavender she is my Holy herb
Mine sweet floral scent
She’s to believe to be native to the Mediterranean, the Middle East
She’s mine ever sweet
So such a delicate, smell that is floral,
Also she’s mine herbal, evergreen woodsy queen at the same time.
She is my soft, powdery, or Smokey Queen
Calming in a state of euphoria
Created by God relaxing atmosphere
A kiss from His mouth calms without sedating
O’ Lavender she is the “herb of love”
So has soothing qualities
As she manages to stimulate your senses
... Lavender
2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©