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Hey, Brother I've noticed that you talk to God;
And you see into the Lord;
And you talk to him profusely;
And you're not ashamed,
to speak his name;
privately or publicly...
Well could you send up a prayer for me;
Could you pray for me;
For you could send up a prayer for me;
Could you pray for me;
Would you pray for me;
COULD you petition a word for me,
to the heavenly FATHER
I don't think it would be a bother;
Pray for me I'm your lost brother, I'm your brother
Could you send up a prayer for me;
Now you have two knees
Could you bend down and use one for me,
to send a praise report for me;
Because you're not ashamed
Speak his name, Amen
8/3/11
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2011, 2020
From Anthology " The Writing's on the Wall "
Hey! brother
I've noticed that you talk to God
could you pray for me
could you send up a conversation all about me
I've have failed the Lord our God miserably
Please pray for me
And you see in to the Lord
and you talk to Him profusely
And you're not ashamed to speak His name
In private or in a room full of human beings
Publicly nor privately well could you send up a prayer for me
In Jesus name
could you pray for me
In Jesus name
I don't believe or think He would hear me
To the heavenly Father I don't think it would be a bother well could you send up a little
Prayer
Now you have two knees could you bend down and use one for me
To send up a praise for me
Because you're not ashamed to speak His name
Amen
from anthology "The writings on the Wall"
James Edward Lee Sr.
08/03/11
It takes a long time for a tree to die.
Though its trunk be almost severed with the axe.
There was plenty of sap above
Then the leaves began to wither
and fall though it was spring time...
It takes a long time,to forget.
Not to remember
How to live.
First the tree stops growing.
It pauses,as if waiting for a message.
Then,as I said, the leaves turn brown.
It all takes time.Time to stop waiting
The leaves drop,then the smaller branches shrivel.
Humans also find that when ill, the hair may stop growing
And the finger nails.
We sacrifice the less important pieces of ourselves.
Even the most.
The small branches shrivel and dry out....
Yet the tree still looks alive.
Then gradually we notice it's drying out;
it's branches are parched and soon the trunk dries too.
It may split in places and insects make their home there.
It takes a long time before the trunk dies.
From the top down it dies.
The sap is too limited in quantity
To climb the trunk....
So the sap stays near the ground.
Eventually the whole tree seems dead
Yet in the roots there is still subterranean life.
The tree has died and is now brown and leaning a little sideways
No longer magnificent in display.
Time is all it needed
After the sharp cut...
And sometimes the roots are strong enough
To begin to send up new shoots
Another tree may grow..
I have seen that.
People ,of course ,die more quickly.
We have no roots.
And what of love,how does love die?
Like a tree,like a tree,like a tree.
Forever my love
~
Simple reminders of conscious belief
Filter my mind midst the moon’s silver glow
Satisfied truths sent to spell my relief
All that my beating heart now needs to know
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Temptations cry out for all that is real
Filling the void that I now can explain
Cloudless these night skies of star sprinkled mist
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of time
Delicious the thoughts of your warm tender kiss
Found in these endless illusions of rhyme
Memories harbor the moments we live
Photograph remnants we’re longing to share
Telling the story of all it can give
Building the dreams now worth capturing there
Still we are standing alone on this eve
Counting the stars in the heavens so bright
Dreams can come true if we only believe
Whispering prayers on this warm summer night
Hear my desires a float on the breeze
Finding their way to the one I adore
Listen, my love, for I hope but to please
Biding my time till you’re with me once more
Down on my knees with my fingers entwined
Solemn requests I now send up above
Pleading with heaven to be ever kind
Allowing this man to receive your sweet love
All that I ask is now all that I need
Merely the chance I may prove ever true
You are my life and in that I believe
Forever my love shall be only you
Good night Soupers
A risk taker is an adventurer, a taster of the fresh dew;
never satisfied until he has found that something so new.
Celestial bodies are clearly seen on a starless and mild night,
when the grayish sky invites a painter to invent his own light.
So fly up and glide over your extraordinary planet, and finally discover
what poets and dreamers only imagine to exist in their passionate gesture.
The unmitigated impudence of this season has already brought its first, despised pang;
changing emerald leaves to dull auburn, reminding me of the briefness of life's span.
Can't find any excitement in the boring ways that spoil your day and make you sluggish?
Try flying up and glide over this planet's panorama that can grant the spectator's wish.
Earth-bound with that satiated feeling, departing from a glorious view and a gibbous moon;
glad to land on a snowless ground, too anxious to send up, on drifting winds, my red balloon.
Winter P’s and Q’s
Poised in the alluring perfume
Of dawn’s first light,
Robed in views of new unbroken snows,
Like winter’s penance of poise,
Palms of Spanish Dagger with steel blue spikes
Send up quick questions in quaint quandary
To threatening platinum skies
Of their intentions to quiver in a repeat rondeau
With the poise of a midwinter minuet
By sending snowflakes to cover the harbor quay,
The gaudy gallery of empty tree limbs
And haunting gnomes of frozen fences posts
To fill the space around their round hearts
Then leave their empty arms entreating the cold sky
Now wearing new identities as porcupine snowballs!
Based on seeing spikey plants in a snowstorm.
Eight words used:
platinum, penance, poise, perfume
quay, quiver, quandary, quaint
3-1-21
Contest: Mind Your P’s and Q’s
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
IN AND OF A PRANKING TRAGEDY
(Apropos Of A Poetic Homily)
We must remind
Our children of
Those false-fun
Pranks,
That can cost
Their lives,
And false-glory
Thanks:-
We must not
Allow ourselves
To be parents
That endorses pranks
To warrant
Our children’s thanks
For being allowed
To inject pain and fear
Upon those of us
In which kids’ pranks
Are not so clear:-
Indeed, with a prankster
Child shot and killed,
We can’t just
And say, “It’s God’s will!
No! Let's get down
On bending knees
And send up
Healing prayers
For each family
Suffering such
A tragedy:-
And may God
Forgive parents
Like you and me,
And all others,
Who may have
Been blindsided
In the unawareness
Of such a tragic
Possibility:-
Merciful Father God,
Bestow Within Us,
Your Divine Wisdom
And Guidance;
Navigating Us
Along The Pathway
Of Righteousness,
In Giving this
Ding Dong Ditch
Prank Game,
It’s Hell-Bound
Exodus:-
Heavenly Father,
Strengthen Each Family
Suffering This Horrendous
Tragedy:-
Precious Father,
In Our Hours
Of Love’s Moaning,
In Times
Of Keloid Memories,
Let Us Ever Be Mindful
Of Your Forgiving
And Healing Grace;
Strengthening Us
In The Words
Penned in
Psalm 30,
Verse 5:
“In…[God’s]...Favour Is life.
Weeping May Endure
For A Night, But Joy
Cometh In The Morning.”
Amen…Amen…Amen:-
Those who hurt us the most are those who most need our prayers
Father, Son and the Holy Ghost and all the responsibility that bares
With words that pierce our very being and actions that openly reveal
However, it is in the seeing, such a beautiful Queen dressed in Teal
With our hearts being all broken they become so sensitive to touch
All those angry words spoken over what really doesn't mean much
Standing there so lovingly before such a gift of peace for your heart
There's no reason to open angers door so why would you even start
Every single rude comment that slam up against our fabric of pride
And what that had meant in the nerve of those who had even tried
Still standing there She hasn't moved, Her Hands now outstretched
A Peace that has so often soothed despite the lines that are etched
We'll continue to make mistakes the only thing we can call our own
Feeling everyone of life's aches without any true Light being shown
Kneeling down before, each day, as to thee do we send up our sighs
How in Your sweet and gentle way You so often allow me to realize
Queen of the Universe
Our life, our sweetness our joy
Pray for Us!
Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes,
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.
With what rich ruby ring of radiance he appears,
Smearing liquid gold, he gracefully moves.
Sparkling splashes spread and the world becomes bright.
The punctual rooster raises his raucous revelry.
Birds and beasts wake up from their slumberous sleep.
The feathered folks begin to warble their symphony.
The verdant vales below send up a welcoming sign.
The leaves stay bright tipped with dainty droplets of dew.
Morn, the bashful maiden with modest grace,
Peeps through half drawn curtains in the East.
Removing all trace of a worn out yesterday,
Sun comes and mellow murmurs grow into melodies.
God’s blessings are new every morning
I awaken to send up praises to Him
And I want to remind you of His warning
For those who do not believe, the end is grim
God sent His one and only Son into the world
To be a sacrifice for those who would believe
Find salvation in the One who has whirled
Each of us into a dance that we could never conceive
A dance of faith that believes in real praise
A dance of joy that fills us up with pure wonderment
A dance of hope that reassures all our days
A dance of love that gives true abandonment
God’s blessings are alive with a roaring fire
Revealing compassions that come from above
His revelations are the miracles that inspire
Enlightenment and a rich creativity built by love
God sent His one and only Son into the world
To save us from sins that would be an end to us
Thanks to Him, all our sins have been buried
In a past that is cast far away so there is no fuss
We no longer need to cry about our dreadful past
He has saved us from the darkest night of terror
He answers prayers that come from the heart if asked
And gives renewed hope to those who prepare her
Heart… Give it to the Lord God above, Jesus of Nazareth
The One who brings the greatest peace and love
The One who brings blessings that are earth shattering
His salvation is the greatest gift sent from above
Jesus is the answer to every problem!
Have faith and believe He is the good Shepherd
He is filled with a love and peace that is awesome
With Him living inside, you’ll be alive forever