Long Shapen Poems
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Have mercy upon me O God sorry!
according to thy lovingkindness according
unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin
For I acknowledge my transgression and my sin is ever before me
But my Lord against thee and thee only have I sinned
correct? and done this evil in your sight right that thy mightest be justified
when thou speaketh and be clear when you judgest me right?Well
I will make my statement clear this is my testimony Behold!
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
Behold thou desirest truth in the inward parts and in the hidden part of me
thou shall make me to know wisdom make me to know joy and gladness
So I can create and you can create in me a clean heart O God and renew a right
spirit within me
Please!
My Nightlife Prayer before leaving my house every time
From ten years old to today a shared emotion
Created in the Truth.
In my days of innocent child,
Imagination would run wild.
Seated at the television...
Typical was this decision.
At the time, there was a theory.
This, I would constantly query...
Too much viewing without a care
Would see my eyes shapen to square.
Something not to be argued with...
Discovered since, this was a myth.
Still, I consider without surprise
That I have television eyes.
So much that I have heard and seen
Projected from and off the screen.
In my young days, animation
Was nothing short of sensation.
Morning cartoons on the weekend
Saw me trying hard to pretend
To imitate my heroes drawn
Upon the paper in their spawn.
In between, commercials playing.
Some, I still remember saying...
Advertisements and promotions
Of their lotions - other potions.
I would also find it groovy
Watching genres in their movie.
Seeing these in repetition
Gave me a sense of ambition.
Film director - wanting to be...
This ended up escaping me.
To this day, my eyes remaining
Without desire of refraining
From television broadcasting...
Impacts of it everlasting.
These of which do not go astray...
Snippets in their constant replay.
Scenes of dialogue and their quotes
Of which my eyes have taken notes.
Television - if not for this...
Out on so much, my eyes would miss.
I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask
Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see
I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers,
each with a little stem bud
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love
begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
eyes, and bumps have a high
concentration of compounds see
I’m not human
I am a potato
The Construct of an Essence Forming
Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor
Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more
Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls
Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls
A nieche in the marketplace, an advertisement that lies
A piece of someone’s face falling plastic from their eyes
The grief of the replaced calling out for compromise
Attitudes of servitude that call for investigation
Gratitude for the interludes that fall for the relief of compensation
Exactitude that can only conclude to stall the consternation
Platitudes that are borderline rude based on weak configurations
Instantaneous satisfaction born from greed and lust
Sub-cutaneous mathematical fractions that only scientists trust
Spontaneous interactions that are based on sense and must
Contemporaneous fine contractions that are born from the modes of break and bust
An ethical integrity that cannot be mistaken
Umbilical propensity that will not be mis-shapen
Ventriloquist alarmists miming political ideals
Soliloquies, pharmacists, timing hypocritical appeals
Contrite sensibility coming from a place of inherent goodness
Finite possibilities running the race of concurrent couldness
Hematite magnifications of ions colliding for war
Israelite pontifications of lions at the gates of Daniels door
Cocophonies of entropy expanding out through space
Topographies and symphonies sounding with an air of grace
Corroborrees and ancient trees expressing wisdom from a race
Soliloquies and poetry forming from a lifetime of disgrace
The basic convalescence of a soul pure as white
The corrupt adolescence as the whole begins to fight
The abrupt incandescence of a goal reaching the light
The construct of the essence of a mould in pure delight
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Morozl
Oh! please, please, hear me, listen
See me, shackled to the dirt
Won't you loose these chains, that bind me
To a life, of pain and hurt
Sing me sweetly, to my slumber
In the darkness of the night
As my nightmares tear asunder
The resolve, left in my fight
Help me, hold it all-together
As the reins, slip from my hands
Tears of sorrow, wet the leather
Only You, Lord, understand
If You show me, what's before me
Will I fear the broken truth
Will a wave of hope, restore me
To the glory of my youth
Am I worthy, of a mention
As in awe, of You, I stand
Will you part my sea of sorrow
Smite my giants, with Your hand
All the rapture of the living
Lies, entombed, among the dead
The promise of the Gold to be
Lies sleeping, in the lead
As a candle, burning brightly
Is mis-shapen, over time
Will You hold me all- together
In Your tenderness divine
Though, I Thirst and I am Hungry
In a Soul, that's growing, cold
I'd not sell You, for their Silver
Nor, betray You, for their Gold
Beautiful woman with your heart full of love;
Blossoming flower shapen with God's own hands;
Ever so wonderful I embrace the thought of you;
Channeling expanding my plans of life with you;
And in each measure of time that goes by;
I relive the option that I;
I am ever in love with you;
Tantalizing vessel I'm do view;
Ever presents is my life I want to share with you;
I'll be forever true;
If you were just to allow me
Prettier than the deer eyes, the fawn;
Gentle as the fall's early dawn;
Delicate is your warm and tender grace;
You face as oval as an egg, and yet your sweet as grandma's marmalade;
And in each measure of time that goes by;
I relive the option that I;
I am ever in love with you;
Tantalizing vessel I'm do view;
Ever presents is my life I want to share with you;
I'll be forever true;
If you were just to allow me
Beautiful woman please let your heart be full of love;
Blossoming flower shapen with God's own hands;
Ever so wonderful I embrace you with the thought of you;
Channeling expanding my plans of life ever after with you;
For you see abundantly I love, I love you,I love you;
I really do love you;
8/19/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
From anthology “A LOVE FOR YOU”
Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
How many times have we heard this?
on TV, in a play, in a movie…
Have you ever read it in the bible?
The very book of life!
He that made all things,
you, me and the trees,
is the true creator.
Sadly the high in chair,
stare into the dark willingly.
They are using You.
Those in the seat of power.
They speak Your precious word,
to bludgeon others into their own belief.
Not the truth at all,
But a miss-happen, miss-shapen, explosion,
of warped possibilities all gone wrong,
culminating in a virus that closed down,
the whole world!
Now we watch as our friends pass.
Now we take note,
if not too late;
that people are worth more than money,
that hurting others is a bad thing,
that killing unborn babies is a sin,
and murder is murder…
regardless of reason.
We need to bow are heads,
and know that our prayers…
are desperate.
This will pass, stay inside, God is real...
I LOVE YOU WITH MY- eYeS--
Frantically I spy;
Alas I love you from afar
I love you with my eyes
I love your heart, your soul, your mind;
It's heavenly;
I won't ever deny
All these they do rise
Your on my mind
I love you with my eyes;
A pottery glazed made of clay;
Fashion from God's own hand
Shapen to be a from of beauty
Breath into her beautiful soul her spirit
A love meant only for me
It's heavenly;
I won't ever deny
I love your heart, your soul, your mind
So beautiful your insides
I love you with my eyes
2/2/19
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LORD I WANNA BE WHOLE MAKE ME OVER
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Be whole cleanse me white as snow…
Lord I am unworthy, dirty by my choices
Lord I am dirty by my world
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Lord have mercy blot out y transgressions
I want to do your verdict I’m on your mission
Wash me wash me, thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me from my daily sins
Make me ever so whole again
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
For you are holy and I praise you your name on high
I adorn you for I want to be your child
Against you God and only you Lord have I sinned
And it’s you Lord only you whom I need
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
I’m blessed, Lord give me rest forgive my future now and past transgress
Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
09/29/10
Inspired from Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
EVER SO LOVELY
I look at you and my eyes smile
Your plumb lips suckulant crisp
Body framed liken an vintage hour glass
Again lips shapen like two strawberrys
Your mind intellect none comes second best
Fitm are your appendites plumb as grapefriut
Beautiful sweet-petite are your tainty feet
I rest my head the the small of your shoulder
The beauty of your mind hard to get over
Your hips run to and fro like a river creek
Men close their mouths when they look at you
Captured and frozen solid by the beauty of you
Skin carmel brown tender as baby skin
Hair dark brown auburn curly long
Just about when I check my vison
Legs as long and lovely as a gazelle
Running, running, ever so lovely
2/20/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©