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" A Godly man pursues a woman
Agape
to glorify God
I am a Godly Man
in pursuit of a woman
to glorify God
Agape
I a Godly Man pursues a woman to glorify God
And the only man pursues a woman
to glorify God
Just as I am just as like Boaz
Love as Boaz I am going to glorify God
Through the pursuit of a woman, Agape
I am going to purpose Glory by God
Through my action for His glory in Him purpose
And I am that I'm all such as I a Godly Man
Pursuing a woman to glorify God
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Beautiful creative a Godly Man in pursuit
Of a woman to glorify God that so I am
Agape just I am pursuit liken just as Boaz
Agape
Here so I am loving as Boaz "
10/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Quatrains of Hibernal 2020
By David J Walker
I
The hibernal task of passing a year of Retributions
Scribes of the Anno Mundi write in prose of those who are left behind
Those who did not believe the mask and the lambs' blood
Were one and the same
II
The solution was said to be written on a paper ballot
And the change in the balance of power
would bear salvation to a
nation still divided by dry ideas
III
The joy of the seasons were seen, if at all,
In a black and white rendering
Of the world with faint memory of
Any other color
IV
The end, of course
Would not be the end
But the beginning of an undetermined
Measure of recovery
QUINTESSENCE
an absence
of
fervent
intensity
in miniature
with
infinite
equivocation
an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations
a resurgence
of an elide
intermix
apparently
remote
from
abiding concern
obliquely
descended into
a preoccupation
with the sensual
such
eloquent
perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
of continuity
with cohesion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I love you when your quiet
I love you like this
Chilled and laid back
Peace at long last
I love you when your playing
I love you wrestling too
Pulling on a sock
A tug of war is cool
Archies giggling and the snorting
You'd think he was a horse
Snorting and sniffing at the cat
Upon the wall
Barking Mad
She swaggers her tail
walking tall
Archies just a young lad after all
Uncle rocco takes it all in his stride
His coat of black and white
A look of peace and pride
Bounding like a big puppy through the music hall ...
Here comes Rocco
For some Rock and Roll ....
Marks can get you a degree or fame, But life doesn't play the same game. You memorize laws, quote the rules Still stumble when life bends the tools You can top every subject and win every race, Yet still lose direction in life’s lonely maze. You chase good grades because that’s what they praise, Yet no one teaches how to survive the hard days. You polished essays, following every rule But life has no syllabus and that’s it’s cruelest rule When the bills knock hard or the gas stove sparks, No one ask’s u about your calculus flair They'll ask you to mend what life tears apart, Not just recite what you've learnt by heart. They'll need you to fix a flat tire's plight, or cook a roti when the stove's not right. So, focus on skills that truly matter, Not just chapters that make your grades flatter. The answers that matter don't come from a page, They find you somewhere between fear and age Perhaps, Books may give you a career or name, But only wisdom teaches you how to play life's game. - MOKSHA JAIN
As I look back I see a girl
She is at a quinceanera practice
She suffers from leukemia.
Like a bright star from heaven
The sun and water brought life
Then leukemia drained it
It’s sharper than a knife
To see her alive is blissful
Her light sparkles even in illness
The illness is sad but not sinful
As the river runs freely
The mountain does rise
I see with my own eyes
Medicine has helped her recover
Life hasn’t looked so bright before
I’m proud not to see her suffer
We’re all glad that her pain is lower than minor
The rainbow was painted full of light
Like a bright star from heaven
Like the flower that shattered the stone.
Light hearted
Being just four ,that loud knock on the frosted, front glass door!
The fierce ringing of the handbell meant only one thing!
That Santa was here with toys, but we have first had to sing.
Then sit on the floor, each had questions to answer and more.
I was so frightened, I would get a black lump of coal?
I looked into Santas soft, blue eyes as I sat on his shiny red thighs.
I relaxed,answered all his questions and with relief, deeply sighed.
But I sensed, Santa had a warm and loving soul.
We cousins, Dennis,Bruce,Madelyn and I, then returned to our places.
Aunt Helen played the piano and we sang to God honoring this season.
As Christmas in our home had a religious reason.
Santa passed out our presents, not one of us got a lump of coal.
Santa had homemade cake and coffee, waved goodbye and left.
He filled us with good, Christmas cheer.
Not one of us was present less nor bereft!
~~~~~~~~~
In fond memory of my younger Cousins, Bruce and Madelyn, who
loved all people, life and the wonder of this planet!
Both are in heaven!
Cousin Panagiota
12/19/2021
A golden sunset setting before them.
Two young teens bewitched, hardly in boredom.
The young teen girl in the soft, coral knee-highs stood.
Oh, if only a kiss on her lips thought he, if I only could.
They stood in wonderment of the tall, wispy weeds of
their sunset Spring.
That undulating moment of sacred, sexual awakening.
He, in his new Chinos and shirt, so vibrantly rooster red.
Matched the libidinous thoughts that danced about in his
tousled, boyish head.
The trees seemed to bow, creating a private love cave.
The boy, leaned over, and upon her lips, the softest,
sweetest, cotton-candy kiss gave.
May 29, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Poem# 1,304
I've been working really hard.
And I haven't done a thing.
The answer to the riddle isn't signaled with a ding.
Professions and confessions leave the door a bit ajar.
I've traveled many places, I've not gotten very far.
The only way to get there must be high up on a star.
Maybe someday I'll find my way with my human radar.
The endless dream of inhibition.
A life long scheme with no ambition.
An entry of just one submission.
To catch that big one while your fishn'.
What is the point of rambling on.
If it's still dark upon the dawn.
And clouds foreshadow yesterday.
Repeating everything you say.
I now have come to understand.
Why an Ostrich hides itself in sand.
It's not because it is afraid.
But maybe just needs some cool shade.
What image can an artist show.
To make the viewer ever know.
The vision that was born within.
That they look for with that sly grin.
Where does the end begin this time.
As I keep searching on in rhyme.
Awaiting a slight glimpse ahead.
To come alive before I'm dead.