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Masters of the sacredness of silence
O, morning, speak to me gently, silently, softly
Resurrect and relegate me to what lies ahead
Nothing stills me more than the early mornings
I pray, praise, read, and I am at ease and poise
"Now" is the secret weapon created by the mornings
Gifts of peace, protective shields provided to face the day
Sacred morning songs speak to me, saying, "Let there be light"
Oases of melodies in the quiet zone are heard by the inner ears
Nutrition-like qualities abound that build strong lives
God made the mornings for quiet experiences and meditation,
Separating the light from darkness and filtering our lives
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I watch you dance at my demise
for you there's pleasure in my pain
I witness you're only happy
when I'm miserable once again
if I were burning in a pan
you would be turning up the heat
Somehow I am not a person
on my sorrow you wish to eat
I see your eyes as they sparkle
on those cruel lips you have a smile
I'm wired to your electric
you're the one turning up the dial
my only hope is to escape you
or you will hasten my demise
You are unconcerned with the truth
you luxuriate in your lies
I chose the ones who celebrate
who's spirits rise upon my glee
I'm lifted on their good wishes
they only want the best for me
I relegate you to memory
for me it's easier that way
You could have lived in my happy
now your locked in sad yesterday
We all have so many decisions in this world we must make
But none of them, could ever cause such eternal heartache
None of them will ever push your soul so far away
Then the day that you delete your own Child's birthday
I like the color blue and maybe you like red
But this is a matter of what the Creator Himself has said
And if you choose to trample on such hollow ground
Then wonder not why with all other such evil you have found
So worldly easy to relegate it to a choice
For you have never even heard that little baby's voice
Remember the other side and allow it speak to you
For satan has always lied and here you are giving him his due
Such a valuable prize stealing your soul in this way
Choosing not to see his wicked lies but you will one day
Oh trust me children are so very hard to raise
But that is just one more way that I can give God praise
Please reach out at this time for the Lord's Hand
He will give you the strength in helping you to understand
For the Lord understands knowing this won't be easy for you
But in God's all complete wisdom, He picked You!
Deuteronomy 30:19
I call heaven and earth to record this day against you,
that I have sat before you life and death, blessing and cursing:
therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:
Nothing means
anything any more
Empty language
swirls in the fetid air
“signifying nothing”.
Our hard-won Constitution
no longer promises.
History? What history?
Our White House,
the very symbol of democracy
with its famous rose garden,
tended with love by many
presidents’ wives,
destroyed, paved over
like any nondescript
hotel courtyard, sterile,
uninviting, lacking relevance.
East Wing façade only
to be removed (we were
lied to, as usual) as we saw
entire East Wing illegally
demolished, making way
for Trump’s monument to
himself, a tasteless nouveau-riche
ballroom, cheapened by
show-off gold and more gold!
History be damned.
Slavery, abuse of
native Americans
and their children?
Separation of children
and parents, no legal recourse,
never happened, we’re told.
Did we once have a
black president?
Portrait hidden in
an unused stairwell.
Only whites need apply.
“Word of Law” now
meaningless jargon,
Decrees and decisions
bought and paid for
by the highest bidders,
sycophants to the power
at the top, evil radiating in
every direction,
like rivers of sewage
from a burst pipe.
Hate contaminating
all facets of life.
Governmental goals only
power and vengeance.
Grifted cash by a felon,
Our elected representatives,
sworn to protect us and our
Constitution, instead relegate us
to the dustbins of yesteryear.
While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies
While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which meekly disarm,
Seeping virtuous beauty, sad sensuous charm
While I gaze in your eyes, bleeding fiery blue
Ever tempting with treasures, with pleasures for two,
Being caught at the core of a blazing sapphire
Possessing, enthralling, aflame with desire
While I gaze in your eyes, misty emeralds, deep green,
Veiling laughter and banter, and echoes between,
Then I dream, so it seems, in whatever the place,
Of your scent, of your breath, of your radiant face
While I gaze in your eyes, at times placidly blue,
Near’ as calm as the weirs in the woods all bedewed,
Forty winks relegate to a shimmering lake,
Gently floating on lilies, while waiting to wake
While I gaze in your eyes, caught engulfed in the greens
And consigning my fate unto verdant ravines,
My reactions, at length, become shyer and shyer
Reminiscent of ravens at risk in the briar
While I gaze in your eyes, restless, hesitant blues
Overwhelming sensations with turbulent hues,
I’m succumbing to waves of a storm battered sea,
Being cast like a plank, never meant to be free
While I gaze in your eyes, shadowed, Midnight Lake green
Glowing hazy with dreams, misty thoughts so serene,
Sudden silence befalls me, a fast sinking stone,
Looming lost in your eyes, I am never alone
While I gaze in your eyes, saddened, lachrymal blue,
Spilling trickles of rain, pearls obscuring your view,
I’ll attend to your anguish and feelings morose,
Lightly kissing your tears, touching, holding you close
While I gaze in your eyes, pulsing infinite green
Of the earth and of heaven and all in between,
It is simple to see that my hands can hold all
Of the treasures I find which so humbly enthral
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re bountifully blue,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning is granted to few...
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re blindingly green,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning cannot be foreseen...
Yet I hope... and I wait...
Observe the rise of the virulent greens' attention demanding; with outbursts obscene' the desire to relegate
All humanity' a great lust to destroy; time proven means, in
A mad push to the bottom fragmentation grows; as order
Is dis-placed chaos is at full throes.' Much sacrifice to
The pagan is now behind closed doors, yet is claimed as
A virtue on legislators floors.? There is exclusion for reason
As false piety soars. Sacriledge now is as our daily bread.'
Most teaching is inverted' any balanced; is almost dead!
War is encouraged. Its seen even as holy? In fact e u
Leaders gather; 'just to thrash (the same old pony) yet the
Winning post, has by now rotted away.' There is much overgrowth and bramble.' For now rules the (no mow May)
The Children
By: Tom Wright
5/31/03
How oft are the children sacrificed
for an unjust cause or belief.
From hunger, with swollen bellies,
they beg for morsels of relief.
Accounted as hostages to grating words
orated by another in haste.
While clay mores relegate playground
to the status of vegetated waste.
Viewing with fear a chartreuse sky
as munitions are expended.
Leaves scant likelihood of future days
being enhanced or extended.
Groping in darkness, amid tremors,
finds collateral damage from bombs dropped.
From this, the hunger will only abate,
for those lives that will have stopped.
There is no true victor in war,
likewise, let there be no vanquished in peace.
The Revenant
due revenant
My love
I am of God
though I energy
derivative from
My love
heaven givings
Him Graced
put in a space
My love
In the special
body part I make innate
Vested pkaced in vessel
My love
I am that I am for Him
My Father look for Him
and it's Him I am
My love
Graced given
Until one of one
Home I would leave my mother and father
My love
One other I embrace
the Awakening
To giving my beloved.
My love
I am chosen by a 1
The one I share my essence
With I share my body
My love
Due reverence
I share my body it's His words
No one else we're coming in...
Blood Covenant
Becoming one flesh
My love
We witness blending of Spirit,
Soul. Heart and Mind One Pieced
One with them
We are loved
My love
We are love incarnate
We are of God
We are soulmates
Beyond this, my love
We relegate, procreate or bonded we one in Jesus
Assured shown we fit together
For our Father's Glory
Holy
Blessed
Due revenant, my love
10/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
”You will forget me, the love we once shared
Has vanished in the attempt at disguise
The dreams we once knew can’t be repaired
It’s gone with the light that once lit your eyes”
And yet, lest I forget, love is an outpouring unconditional
Does my judgmental tirade, relegate love to a trade
Seeking an echo that amplifies clinging yearning origin
Signalling that I dwell in the past memories, living in denial
Oh dear soul, friend and companion of long years by my side
Feel by touch vibrational, imbibing my virgin seeds of love
Do employ not, narrow filters of ego spawned deluded desire
Instead, go in, within into your heart, where my arms beckon
Love is a divine fragrance, enriching, vivifying and enabling
Each time like the first time, making us feel complete
Love alone is, nothing else is, magic within in renewal
Dear heart, with attention softened, feel love within glisten
All love begins with self-love, for we cannot share otherwise
Dear soul, plunge into the vibrant void of joy in fullness
Light refracted through a prism cannot be imprisoned
So feel free, my love, if it is now time to say goodbye
25-April-2021
Choose your form poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
First stanza, contest prompt
Winter cold moons its way
through my bedroom window.
Frosty beams glint off Dad’s photo,
a standing sentinel
to memories of a live ill-lived.
Wooden-framed seductive smile,
handsome rugged looks,
bely the sad inside his mind.
“Regettsive behavior” I called it.
Regret for not loving our mom more,
for not honoring their marriage vows,
for not being a good, good father
to four daughters who idolized him,
yet hated the pain we saw in our mother’s eyes.
Winter cold moons its way
into the depths of my soul
reminding me of childhood days
filled with paternal love insecurity
balanced with fierce protective mother love
that gifted me with resilience.
Resilience to release to the clouds
what was, what can’t be recreated,
a naïve what-wasn’t-ness that lulled me
into thinking things were better
than they were.
Winter cold moons its way
into the darkest corners of my mind,
illuminating the cold truth of life.
Icy moonlight rays remind me
photos are not true pictures of the past,
prodding me to relegate the smiling father
to the pile of faded photographs albummed in my heart ...
faded memories, faded hurts, faded reality.
But with deep-down, cold-moon clarity,
I know he loved us.