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Your love was not a flower
That settled on my heart
Your love had the power
To rip my soul apart
You tore into my life
Baring teeth and slashing claws
Your words cut like a knife
Deep into my hallowed halls
Searing into my brain
You screamed you love me
Those words drove me insane
And cut my chains and set me free
Your crushing grip upon my heart
Your mesmeric glaring stare
Now is the time to start
Our bloody violent love affair
Into eternity our blood will flow
Shattering screams amidst the stars
While cuts and bites and bruises show
My love for you will leave its scar
These blinding thoughts of you
Crippling my strong resolve
My fury cutting through
This bloodied haze called love
Love me now and evermore
Beautiful and devilish creature
You have cut me to the core
Beautiful and devilish creature
Branches frosted in ice
Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw
Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation
Spring in their timeless steps
Candle wax waned
The Little Drummer boy back in his box
Wrapped in kind tinsel for resurrection
Illumination darkened
Nutcrackers remain
Shells of Christmas foreshadow and abandoned
Reality calls for beating another lonely retreat
Granny back at the nursing home
Outsourced happiness
Spoon fed dribbles ooze onto parched kerchiefs
The turnings of life confined to a wheel chair
Business fast as usual
Reindeers on holiday
Santa's temporary visa faded and expired
An immigrant nurse from foreign shores
Gives love and caresses
Crossroads once more
New Year is dawning to the spin of the earth
The token Jesus nailed and forgotten leaves
A silhouette on the wall
Another chance wasted
Forgotten resolve scripted in blood and in vain
Soldiers will march again for irreverent fortune
Guns frosted in ice
27th December 2019
MY GOD BREATH BREEZE ON ME
I am a spirit first
I have not hunger nor do I thirst
I am a spirit first
God breath breeze on me, My God breath breeze on me
My character courage plus mine energy
Ever bounding enthusiasm essences heart
In do part Lord helps us
humored life’s mood morals quality resolve
temperament vigor vitality warmth will thank God
I am a spirit first
I have not hunger nor do I thirst
I am a spirit first
God breath breeze on me, My God breath breeze on me
As He breeze air in me
No longer am I animation ardor now I am a living soul
backbone boldness living breath
complexion dauntlessness full of disposition earnestness
I am a spirit first
I have not hunger nor do I thirst
I am a spirit first
God breath breeze on me, My God breathe breeze on me
8/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Hello January, I see you've arrived right on cue
You always come when I am cold and blue
Your misty smile clouds my thoughts too
As I stare into your countenance of gray
I listen closely to what you have to say
You mention that you are the beginning of resolutions
And the start of new ideas and dreams
I toast you in celebration
As you unravel all my schemes
But soon those resolutions I will break
Averse to sticking to my vows
Your misty smile once again shows
As you cover my missteps with snow
You will leave me in a short while
And as I ponder what I vowed to do
You slip away into month two
Leaving me with your misty smile
And when you return, as I know you'll do
I resolve to be, cold and blue
his mouth was wide open like a whispering heart
‘bring me sex drugs rock and roll back the years’
but prayers went unheard and the little blue pill
failed to arouse healing and he went flaccidly home
from the bawdy house at which he exhaled a curse
still passionate he grasped a manual on hot love
marvelled at positions that took courage and strength
suppleness of body and mind and stealthy resolve
a picture book of inspiration he centred his spine
reflecting on tantra and a magic carpet holding on
to the yoga mat in search of rejuvenation and flow
his mates mocked him when pure Philia took over
'too incestuous' he decreed for 'I can do this myself
I want Eros' but Freud recommended killing his Dad
and bonking his Mom in classical misrepresentation
of Storge under cover of analysis and moist dreams
his lips were parched and he longed for a lover
or at least some dark web site for illegitimate lust
searching for meaning his book case collapsed
and the bottom shelf reached to the top of the pile
how to treat haemorrhoids did not appeal to him
neither did the DIY guide to aphrodisiac verses
Nietzsche suggested that all religion was dead
only Karl Marx appealed to all communal desire
when he considered surrendering to his old age
abandon the vacant vacuum pump he had become
and accept that the highest form of amorous joy
was to bequeath his two rubber dolls to charity for
recycling of a karmic wheel and selfless nobility
he was pleased after a quick look in the dictionary
that such impartial transmission actually existed
and when he wiped irreverent seeds from his loins
became firm in the belief that Agape was for real
19th April 2021
Agape Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
2019 to 2020,2020 to2021
Another year has passed by
Time does fly!
Alone to myself I ponder
Did I really enjoy?
Did i use my time wisely?
Another year closer to death
What am I doing about it?
Am I amassing heaps of happy moments?
Or just whiling away my time?
My wealth, my relations, my body will not go with me
Only my good deeds I will carry
How many did i collect this year
As another year dawns
It is time to make a firm resolve
to forgive all those who were bad
to forget agonies of past
to strive for inner peace and joy
to exercise control over desire, senses and laziness
to lead a fruitful, blissful life.
In Gethsemane's embrace, where ancient olives dance,
A heart, heavy with fate, in the moon's silent trance.
A soul laden with grief, a chasm so vast,
As the world's weighty sins, upon him were cast.
The disciples, in slumber, knew not the strife,
The torment that twisted, the silent knife.
He lifted his eyes, to the stars above,
A plea for another way, a respite from love.
"Father, if this chalice might pass from my grasp,"
His voice, a soft murmur, a fervent clasp.
Yet his will bowed to a higher decree,
A sacrifice borne, for you and for me.
His brow dripped with sweat, like crimson it fell,
A payment in blood, a personal hell.
His spirit engaged in a battle so dire,
To summon the courage, to light the pyre.
With resolve firmly set, he rose from the ground,
His visage serene, though betrayal was found.
He walked the appointed path, with a love so profound,
To the garden of sorrow, where redemption was crowned.
To the cross on Golgotha, the shadows did call,
Where he bore every sin, and he gave his all.
For the souls of the many, he would not refrain,
He embraced the dark night, to loose every chain.
In the garden of olives, where the whispered began,
The story of salvation, for every woman and man.
A testament of love, in the quiet of night,
He kindled the hope, that would turn darkness to light.
After so many years—
aboard a roaring train,
its whistle breaking the silence of the wild.
You,
wrapped in a yellow sari edged with crimson,
a crimson bindi resting upon your brow.
Across the aisle,
two facing seats—
and between us,
an unfinished lifetime.
Outside,
the fading afternoon drifted
through emerald forests
and along the shoulders of distant hills.
As the train rushed
toward its destination,
every gaze surrendered
to the beauty beyond the window.
Mine,
without a single blink,
remained with you.
Not a word was spoken.
Dark clouds lingered
within your wounded eyes,
while every trace of restlessness
lay folded into silence.
Four quiet eyes
journeyed farther
than the speeding train—
into a world
where words were no longer needed.
At least,
we met again.
Our silence
said everything
our voices never could.
Even a burning silence
can be
a blessing.
When you walked away that final time,
your quiet resolve
was something
I failed to understand.
I mistook
the depth of love
for something
that could simply drift away.
When I awoke,
you were gone.
Only scattered memories remained,
and an ache
too vast for words.
Even now,
I hear its echo.
Your unseen presence
still lingers in the wind.
I find your laughter
within the waves,
your familiar touch
in the deepest corners
of memory.
Now,
you belong to my past,
while memory
has become my present.
Loneliness
has learned
the language of love
within every chamber
of my heart.
Yet I remain grateful
for that journey—
because it gave me
one last silent chance
to see you
before you became
a memory forever.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
September 11, 2001
America Under Attack
Written: by Tom Wright
9/15/01
Lord,
look beneath our tears,
And broken hearts;
As we weigh our country's fate.
And through our tears and anger,
Help us dismantle
Our engine's of hate.
Grant us wisdom
Within each new day,
To be tolerant toward those we meet.
Defiling not innocence
As we right this wrong,
Placing responsibility at culpable feet;
For Lord,
lives will be infinitely changed,
Grand eulogies only tranquilize our pain.
We look once again,
In prayer, to You,
That our losses, we pray, be Heavens gain.
Let not us panic,
Nor become as critiques,
Of America and her resolve to defend;
But make common
Our passion for Jesus,
For on none other does it depend.
Two weeks since I began
back on the first of Jan,
my aim, better diet, lose weight,
one more birthday passed
hopefully not my last
so I'm changing before it is too late.
My input of dairy
was really quite scary,
demolishing cheese by the wedge,
my waist getting wider
from real ales and cider,
so time to cut back, eat more veg.
Eating more carbohydrates
cutting back on the phosphates,
ramp up vitamins B6 and B12,
If they've got Niacin and Thiamin
you can bet that I'll buy 'em in,
supplements slowly filling the shelves.
Pantry looks like a garden
as my resolve hardens,
more greens than I've eaten before,
Spinach, Broccoli, Legumes
are now taking up room
from the top shelf right down to the floor.
I'm into week three
for a healthy new me,
there's a few more tweaks I haven't done,
But I think, honestly
I prefer the old me-
this one isn't having much fun.