Long Receptacle Poems
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Witnessed something today so unbelievable
Thought my eyes were deceiving me
Lounging in a comfy easy chair at Starbucks
It was busy in the store as usual
Everyone buying a cup of their favourite brew
People filling up with the necessities
Cream, sugar, and stir sticks
One young chap picked up all he needed
But accidentally knocked a white plastic cup on the floor
Then walked away without a thought of picking it up
That in itself was bad enough
Astonished, I then watched perhaps twenty or thirty people
Pass by it, around it, and over it
Without a single one stooping to pick it up
And deposit it in the garbage receptacle
I was totally blown away in utter disbelief
Until finally I could stand it no longer
Got up, walked over, picked it up and disposed of it
As I write this, I am still flabbergasted
What has happened to people
They certainly saw it lying there
A white plastic cup on a dark brown wooden floor
Is it below their dignity to perform this simple act
Is their day so filled with such important things
That they don't have the two seconds it takes
To stoop down, pick it up, and dispose of it
I am still shaking my head
© Jack Ellison 2014
Vessel of blessings
ready to share love
oozing with blest hope
midst joy-bubbling peace…
such heart I pray for.
Grace receptacle
bearing contentment
seeks to overflow
with blissful delight…
Lord, grant me that soul.
Horn supplied with oil
reaching-out sans doubt
led by light divine
treading service paths…
my steps follow on.
Leaving cache status
toward vibrant use
indeed triumphant
cheerful despite gloom…
my spirit worships.
Propped by truth-anchor
cleaving to God’s might
I yield selfish will
pleasing my life Source…
as faith perseveres.
*Acts 9:15 But the Lord said unto him… he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name…
April 14, 2021
1st place, "Anacreontic Verse" Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 7/29/2021.
Intrigued about cremation,
I sought GOOGLE to assuage curiosity
significant questions answered
clicking the following website
https://www.funeralwise.com/plan/
cremation/cremation-process/
though summarizing article
some oven death defying act,
yet summarization satisfactorily completed,
thus herewith briefly describes
kickstarting, mystifying, pulverizing...
tantalizing, yielding, enterprising, lasting,
yelping, holding, surviving dearly departed
1. deceased identified
2. official cremation authorized
affiliated with deceased
3. lifeless body prepared
4. medical devices removed
5. jewelry recovered
6. corpse secured
into burnable cremation receptacle
7. encased entity transferred
to retort i.e. cremation chamber
8. temperature range adjusted
between 1400 degrees -
1800 degrees Fahrenheit
9. 1.5 - 2 hours elapsed
10. magnet applied
residual metal removed
11. remains ground into ashes
12. once process completed
remains secured within urn
13. family representative entrusted
with ashes.
Burnt offerings distributed
ideally according to stated
wishes of beloved,
whose remembrance sustained
as tears expended
necessary to mourn
eventually sorrow lessened,
photographs visited
after crushing grief decreased.
I have emptied myself out in front of my friends,
poured onto their shoulders,
poured onto their tissue paper,
got up from their floors,
and finished their drinks.
I have spewed pain onto your screen,
and hopefully into your mind,
so that people may relate,
and see the beauty that can be born,
from an inconsolable heart.
I have smashed crockery and my knuckles,
I have turned over my bed and tables,
the need for my abode to reflect my heart,
so I do not feel out of place,
and I do not smash myself.
I have cried every day twice at least,
for 60 passings of moon,
but it does not dilute my living hell,
so I wade through slowly,
and I eat and I sleep.
The insolent would think me weak,
but I would take them apart,
for I am trained to handle that,
the obvious part of humanity,
as I realise I am still in training for rest.
But, all hope is not gone,
for I have not bottom
and I still pour,
and there is no monster behind my eye,
my spirit is broken but it is still, good.
I will not stay cold bitter and closed,
I will warm up again and exude the sweetness,
I have discovered thus however much
ugliness and hurt is inflicted upon me,
I am an alchemist.
For Love and pain share a receptacle,
as do hope and torture,
my coffers are large and will run dry,
and I will learn to choose
with what I have them filled.
If it is not given freely, do not give it back,
if it is unrequited, realise the error in your ways,
for your feelings, they are yours alone,
they are given not taken, they are gorgeous,
even the ugly ones, and they are all you have.
Once upon a lightning strike
Children frightened from the storm
Found an ancient jar intact but empty
On the forest floor before a cave
A rare, rose colored slice of history
Hidden by thick leaves about the entrance
With translucent see-through features
A perfect pure light receptacle reflector
Holes punched in the thin tin lid on top
Driven there by nail and hammer
Somewhere in the distant history
Some time before they showed up
Lucky to find the cave before the storm
Children get lost while out exploring
A master plan came up inside their minds
To fill the jar with lightning bugs
To give them purpose while being caught
Breathing is important
Insects like the simple things in life
Creature comforts and survival
They like air and glowing in the dark
Once captured they find a home inside a jar
We wish that they were smarter but they are not
Lid screwed tight for their protection
With holes for breathing pleasure
What could make them happier
Being employed by little children
In dark caves is what it is all about
Kids know exactly what they really want
And what is best for insects in a cave is trust
An old jar made as a lamp with bugs
Not exactly lightning in a bottle
But thanks to glowing insects and the kids
A close facsimile
Compliments of nature inside out
Kids inside a cave, bugs inside a jar
Once upon a lightning strike outside
Who could ask for anything more
"I'm a vessel
I'm a temple
of the Holy Spirit
I'm a vessel
taping me feel me I'm a container
a receptacle
suppository a drum
have not any disintegrating bones and dust I am not call a urn
me with sign hand mold me shaping me
until I an imaged All Father grieving me to me
until design plans tell me about plans
give me receive I be for your purpose qualifying
quality used me for thy Divine Purpose
Kneed me mold me shape me
need not leave me 5 a.m. solidify me
My flawed forgotten or broken reshaped me
Mold me He chose me He's spoken wholeness and peace
Sweet release amend bend me mold Me Hold squeeze me never leave me in
Mme concessions hold me whisper to my ears I am a blessing
Dress Your Vessel God mode me Temple of the Holy Spirit
I am a vessel sleeping me fill me your container I am the drum
You're calling me I am insured I am endowed with just a drop of your power
For the Masters use
Use me for the Masters use mode me for the Masters use
and shaped me remake me absolute Oh! Lord
I Am Your Vessel
thoughtful inciting security exposed to the Father
you and words and works
I am a vessel
I am shaping I am filled I am contained with his ever-present
I am love I am just calling I am called on to me to be God's vessel
Into thine image All Father speak up into me
you mean much to me received me
I be will purposed I qualify with quality used me for thine Divine Purpose
may not leave me Father feeling flawed forgotten or broken
You spoken to speak wholeness in my life
and peace sweet release in my life
you molded me get a hold of me
if you squeeze me never leaves me but. Still, since of your calling,
you made me your son and daughter.
I Am Your Vessel! "
6/10/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Ana's lips were cunning
as a linguist she knew
how to twist them
and elocution lessons
had done her tongue
a lot of flexible good
smooth and passionate
she explored his mouth
labial passion play
pleasured unknown depth
crescendo culmination
unspeakable joy
the intimate sensation
spread through her body
an intimate mind
caught fire and seized
reason with emotions
she was a writer
but some feelings
cannot be expressed
with mere words
on eloquent thought
further aroused
ink well and nib
happily mingling
she knew that he was a poet
and she the receptacle
of pure poetry in motion
25th August 2021
Marvel films have a way of grabbing our interest.
Superman, Batman, and Robin can't interrupt.
Superheroes are a common childhood fantasy.
Some dwell on villains who are full of fallacy.
Everyone wishes they could fly or be a superhero.
The pride of possessing their own unique billow.
Our desires for a flight might shift each day.
And I've been obsessed with writing essays.
When I'm upset, I strive to be clever and back.
There are also fine days, that I wish to be on track.
Children who seem to be ill, suffering, and insane
I wish I could heal away their pain and grief again.
I often wish I could create money out of thin air.
But then I realize that I would surely turn evil there.
Instead, I'd yearn to bestow hope on the world!
Probably, alike garlic, finding a cure is absurd.
Then I realized that all of us held distinct skills.
We all are born with imagination, and this is real.
That incredible receptacle you name your body.
It's artwork, as love, passion, and care to embody.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
thank God for all He has done and let there be no division to find
we are all part of one body and as Christians of one mind
the wisdom of God is all knowing and not to be questioned
don't be like the Pharisees looking for signs of imperfection
for God will use the weakest things to make fools of the wise and the strong
and He will choose lowly things to show the boastful where they belong
the message of wisdom is for the mature in faith and not based on one's age
and It will be revealed through the spirit in you by The Holy Sage
so regard yourself as a servant of God entrusted with sacred words
judge not others on the evidence of something someone else might have heard
for you are a receptacle that God Himself will use
just don't go beyond what is written and be careful of the words you choose
be most aware of the company you keep, be surrounded by others with the spirit
watch out for the pagans of this world, pray that someday they will get It
to practice sacrifices to false gods and participate in sexual immorality
will lead you down the road to hell and not up towards divinity
just run your race with a godly pace and eventually you'll come to realize
that others run for no reason at all never to receive God's eternal prize
everything isn't permissible and not everything is good
everything isn't acceptable and not everything seems as it should
seek the good news and not only just for yourself
include your fellow man and spread the wealth
the body of Christ is a unit made up of many parts
and we all have our own gifts to share and a place in God's heart
we all have words of praise even If It Is spoken in tongues
just let them be revealed to all through the Spirit of The Holy One
and through the resurrection of Jesus Christ
we've all been given salvation from living sinful lives
so let's worship Him as one body in Christ all together with praise
let It be an orderly procession with our hands and voices to Him raised
It was never my intent to collect the creepy crawlers
but I couldn't make myself swat them with a broom.
I thought they might be useful one day, on brawlers
who make trouble, like aphids on roses in bloom.
So, the meshed bag became the receptacle I used
to keep them alive. One by one, I joined them together
but fed them daily. Of spider abuse I'd not be accused!
I watched them interact in the prison tied with a tether.
There was no fighting among them when there were three
Respectfully, they kept their distance in separate corners
even when I threw in a fly, a moth and a tiny dead flea.
I wondered if they died, would there have been mourners?
It seems arachnids could teach humans a lesson in humanity
When my bag began to move on its own, I knew it was time
to set them free. You may question my sanity and the inanity
of releasing the creatures but keeping them would be a crime.
Where would they best be turned loose in one fell swoop?
The rose garden! Infested with pests on which they'd feast!
I opened the bag carefully and they marched as a troop,
conquering heroes of the Rose War, each bug eyed beast!