Long Raying Poems
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Awesomely sweet is God’s Word* to my soul
Benefiting beyond Milky Way’s role
Curbing cravings for Charleston Chew pleasure
Delightful dainty more than Dove for sure
Enriched with wisdom, not of Smarties load
Fortified to triumph along Rocky Road.
Glazed by divine savor above Pay Day’s
Heavenly taste of Lifesavers with grace
Irresistible midst Heath’s rich flavor
Joy-source from holiness’ Spree and favor
Kindling activeness more than Kit Kat’s might
Lifting spirit is God’s precept-insight!
Mouthwatering Mounds can’t surpass Scriptures
Nourishing Now and Later faith-ventures
Over limitless Take 5 service grants
Pleasant, devoid of Starburst sour rants
Quelling stress much better than Skittles
Relishing prayer times midst Nerds-rattles!
Satiating trust-appetite’s fervency
Thrilling not just tongue as does Galaxy
Unmatched are the Lord’s statutes-nourishment
Value-filled, it exceeds Skor’s fulfillment…
Well-coated with Zero sin-calories
X-raying heart midst Snicker victories
Yonder Mr. Good Bar’s yummy cheerfulness
Zooming beyond 100 Grand preciousness!
(Abecedarian and Couplet forms)
*Psalm 119:103 How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
Indeed, the Word of God is absolutely sweeter than all those delightful sweets - candies and chocolates- combined (Psalm 119:103). The Lord be thanked, praised, and glorified for making His Word available for our salvation, spiritual growth, sanctification, and service-steadfastness!
October 3, 2018
1st place, "How Sweet It Is" Premier Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell; judged on 10/16/2018.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Its the end of summer and the flowers are readying for fall
guess its just September's way of putting in her hooting call
London trees are sighing and the city folks are buying mohair
the sun is raying softer shades as we put away our lawn chairs
Writers tuck their hats and trade their benches for a cozy home
poetizing about Italian memories they pen about a trip to Rome
Here he comes Mr. freezie by morning, Mrs. warm by afternoon
I really did enjoy this happy summer but I think it left too soon
its the end of summer and the flowers are finally waving goodbye,
funny how people cling more to life, when their making ready to die.
Always striving
Lost in the eyes of each others windows of their soul
Open communications being often prayer and thoughtful talks
Visiting each ones spirits
Involving the mind-soul- and heart in reverence
Never not speaking words"I Love You as Christ"
Giving most of me to you while still praising and pleasing our God
Speaking often the love I savor for "U"
Praying without ceasing together daily
Omitting temptations a spirit of unending forgiving
United faith, hope and genuine love husband and wife
Saved by the power of our all mighty God
Everyway everyday speaks of longevity of spiritual and physical life
and love
3/3/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
King of kings, He is on the throne,
Lord of lords, He rules the earth,
Mighty God, comparable to none,
Never-ending One, who can measure His worth?
Only Potentate, He is true and just,
Perfect, He is the Ancient of days,
Quenches the soul when on Him we trust,
Righteous, inscrutable are all His ways.
Shepherd and Bishop, our souls does He keep,
To Him be all glory forever and ever,
Unsearchable are His judgments so deep,
Victorious, He will reign as King forever.
Who is there like unto our God?
X-raying us, every thought He has read
Yesterday, today and forever, He is Lord,
Zealous to perform all that He has said.
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8.9.16
Amidst AGGRAVATION of sin-game schemes, I appeal to the Almighty…
Beseeching His pardon for my transgression-caused BOGGLE
Cleaving to His compassion with mercy’s CATCH PHRASE
Declaring earnestly “I’m SORRY; please forgive me”
Enabled with repentance, not religious TABOO, to confess humbly.
Free to pray thru Jesus Christ, never by any CODE NAMES
Gladly I fellowship with Him, purged from guilt’s TROUBLE
Hoisted toward praise-driven heights beyond PHASE 10…
I LIKEWISE delight communing with Him thru His Word
Jubilantly HEARING THINGS of His truth in joyous worship.
King of my heart, He can SPOT IT it among iniquities and doubts
Lord of my life, He leads me against vain TRIVIAL PURSUIT
Maneuvering me by His omniscient holy MONOPOLY
Nurturing my spirit with His serenity, midst din of MAD GAB
Opening to me opportunities for love-filled service OPERATION.
Propelled to ask from my Provider thru faith’s PASSWORD
Quoting Scriptures of assurance-SEQUENCE, I tell Him my needs
Reaching out to me, He rescues me from discontentment’s RISK
Satisfying me with blessings’ SPOONS that SPEAK OUT abundance
Testifying of rich grace for my TRIP TO RIDE to eternal sufficiency.
Unwavering omnipotence my Saviour radiates in PERFECTION
Victory, too, vanquishing Devil’s MOUSE TRAP of attractive CLUE
Worthy is His wisdom waking my weary CRANIUM to work well
X-raying my spirituality against iniquity SCRABBLE thru the Holy Ghost
Yielded to Christ I know and trust vis-à-vis varied GUESS WHO masters...
Zealously, I’ll run the race*, winning for God's glory over worldly bouts of 5 SECOND RULE.
*Hebrews 12:1-2 “…Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.”
February 19, 2019
1st place, "Anyone Game?" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell; judged on 3/15/2019.
I.
I’ve lost my sense of silence…
I’ve lost my self
So now I hate everything
I want nothing to do with anything
Does this make you sad?
It makes me sad, sure,
And even as I curse even that sadness
I cant not rip it off
I wish to burn my angel wings
The game to me is cruel and dumb now
There is no merriment where there is no place to re-fuel
Buried in the thickets of eyes and ears as I am
Let me be
Retreat and I will learn some other trick
And never ever tell you about it
I will show you, like I do my own tears,
To me in the mirror
But just as my tears that I keep hidden from you
I will never tell you my reason for living
My own intents of love
This I will burn in my own memory
I am tired now…
Of you, world…
I wish not death or darkness
But light and warmth, out of ear shot from all savages.
II.
I was pulling strings of beads--
They were dancing!
I lumbered to a lull,
The lighted eyes raying into me--I shot upwards!
A rebounding blue casket flash,
I slip onto wet pavement as Wendell
Dropped salt spit from his brow,
Patting me tender.
Wendell lived alone.
With the many fresh faces rolling along the lawns
Pattering and clopping against the silent realm of wood,
Piercing my silvering sounds
With shuttering glimpses of the Great Blue and White
There was always a party with Wendell.
Woven in nature’s diagonal rings, as they appear against the sun,
There is some irate lust for human companionship,
Like mad scientists a-muck about the land,
All on differing timetables, differing desires,
Thoug with a thirst for air like me.
Perennial wonders of full chromatic light
a gush of crimson red a splash of shade
I'm fortunate enough to catch her flight
as tendrils fall before the bramble fade
she dances me around oh! such a bless
caressing both my eyes this pilgrim dream
is leaping in the air with seasoned kiss
and gifting me her loveliness supreme
each daffodil - a splash of yellow
a gathering of flowers on my pillow
I long to be a rose between two weeds
raying everything that owns a seed
and as she gifts me summer's grain
I too in silence turn it right as rain
this sweeting hour of repose this bless,
I claim it in as love, no more no less.
May 9, 2019
"Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” John 14:6 of the King James Bible
Expedition toward heavenly adventure... beyond
Xanadu pursuits marked by sublime spirituality
Propels our souls for faith-soaring endeavors
Exalting God while reaching-out to others
Despite difficulties, trials and challenges
Inspired by the Saviour Who is the way..
Transcending earthly, selfish ambition
Instructed by infallible truth precepts
Optimizing grace along mercy
Now ready to reach goal!
Expedition still on the go
Xenacious will of mine keeps on
Praying to the Lord for great victory
Empowered for service by divine grace
Desirous, determined, devoted, dedicated
Imparted with Gospel seed for new-creation bloom
Triumphant midst faithful stewardship and discipleship
Illumined by the Holy Spirit toward worshipful adoration
Openly accepting admonitions and reproofs for virtuous glow
Nurtured while nourished to become a blessing with eternity in view!
2nd place, "Ethereal or Expedition Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/19/2023.
Aim to answer the big questions and go—
beyond the scope of science and religion,
challenging assumptions and beliefs.
Define concepts and terms,
explore the arguments and evidence,
find the flaws and fallacies,
guiding the inquiry of dialogue.
Hope with your whole self to reach some clarity, wisdom.
Inspire curiosity and wonder;
join tradition and history,
knowing no limits, only possibilities-
learn from the masters and your critics.
Make the connections and distinctions,
nurturing virtues and values alike.
Open the mind and heart.
Pursue truth and meaning, at the same time
questioning reality and knowledge.
Reason with logic and ethics,
seeking the beauty and harmony within
the testing of hypotheses and theories.
Understand self, and other, the same as
viewing the world and life,
writing thoughts and ideas,
x-raying the hidden and unknown,
yearning for the good and right.
Zenith of thought dreamt greater than Horatio.
How a buzz in my pocket
changes the way I think
Like an anagram of the eyes
rearranges how they see
An unseen picture appears
sensitive to my touch
expands on its side
but becomes clear straight up
I’ve opened a family thread,
a child image of me was sent
one I’d never seen before
takes time to comprehend
why temporal snapshots
alter perception, if not my past
and how fractures will be camouflaged
under his thick mop of hair
Yet that kid I barely knew
has somehow willed his way through
as if to check how he’s grown
for back then can’t be known
his future shaped by wounds
that fused together too soon
He’ll face denial shortly enough,
when closure sets in, he’s f*cked.
Maybe a few shallow X-rays
could’ve exposed his flaws
Held them up to the light
until it fully dawned
Guide him past the negatives
where black inverts on white
Instead a darkroom of maybes
tries to redevelop his life
So with hindsight today,
I’ve been X-raying my life away
like an existential poet
finds cracks in perceived certainty
Best to exhume old bones
from beneath dirt and stones,
as undying proof
of foresight’s hidden failures
I won’t write off all my past selves ~
just the one I didn’t see coming
Which is me
By
David Kavanagh