Long Shield Poems
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I dreamt of blue birds
and buzzing bumble bees.
I roamed with the bison herds,
prayed with mantis on our knees,
and butterflies in the breeze.
I greeted the cheery chickadees,
dragonflies, and snowy owls.
I marveled at graceful manatees.
raucous sounds of guinea fowls,
and warblers’ velvet vowels.
I raved at ravens
dancing on a fertile field.
Mice sought havens,
safe shelters that red ants build
in hopes from spiders to shield.
I spotted rain-drenched
autumn leaves in tapestries,
their beauty strangely entrenched.
Purple hues imbued in varying degrees,
of gladiolas and sweet peas.
So many perfect pleasures,
many another than these.
All of God’s treasures,
created with love to please,
arranged to calm my world with ease.
They tried to deny
me and you…
who we are
and who I am…
as the beloved of
I am who is…
but you can’t deny
creation…
Out of the darkness
of creation I have come…
beautifully adorned:
I am a cloud of joy
and the burning bush
of flaming faith…
I am a river of Jordan…
and a lion tamer
in a David-like den…
I am a tri-cooling shield
in a blazing furnace
and the wind in the sail
of a Noah-like ark…
I am the force of the exodus
out of the valley
of the shadow of death—up
to Zion’s Mountain top…
I am the wheel in the middle
of a wheel and the fuel of a train
of an underground railroad…
I am the energy of marching
feet over trouble waters and
resuscitation of deferred
dreams still overcoming…
I am the strength of hued Simons
still aiding Calvary resurrections
of soaring peace and love…
I am indeed the child of the Alpha
and the Omega—the soul of the God
of the oppressed—the nourishing
blood baptizing their coming renewal…
I am—you see—the Trinity’s third:
the Holy Spirit riding the Holy Ghost
chariot and nothing can neither
stop nor turn me around…nothing…
I am the juice of the fruit
of the vine of your liberation—
the liberating juice of the God
of the oppressed…
I am the solidifying matter
in your hued lives—
enlightening the blind world…
I am the Holy Spirit
abiding in you and yours:
I Am That I Am…
Word
Without
End…
Callisto, the chaste, was Artemis’ ardent acolyte,
Daugher of Lycaon, was most beauteous and fair.
Zeus, besotted, imposed his Divine Right,
In Artemis' guise he seduced Calisto without care.
Daughter of Lycaon, was most beauteous and fair.
Artemis, furious of her disciple's break of vow,
(In Artemis' guise he seduced Calisto without care)
Turned her Ursine, said that was enow.
Artemis, furious of her disciple's break of vow,
The hapless young lass was left on her sad fate to bemoan,
Turned her Ursine, said that was enow
But Juno, most jealous, wouldn’t leave her alone.
The hapless young lass was left on her sad fate to bemoan,
Zeus taking pity Callisto did shield.
Juno, most jealous, wouldn’t leave her alone,
By Artemis arrow she wanted her felled on the field.
Zeus taking pity Callisto did shield,
Foiled Juno's schemes by clever ruse,
(By Artemis' arrow she wanted her felled on the field).
Ursa Major and Minor were formed for mariners’ use!
Foiled Juno's schemes by clever ruse,
The Northern skies adorn them yet,
Ursa Major and Minor formed for mariners’ use,
For eons now, below horizon they never set.
The Northern skies adorn them yet,
Zeus, besotted, imposed his Divine Right,
For eons now, below horizon they never set,
Callisto, the chaste, was Artemis’ ardent acolyte.
A Rhyming Pantoum of Five Stanzas Poetry Contest sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Date written: 09 May 2022
Merciful Father,
Humbly, I approach You with devout thanks
for blessings bestowed on me and my family.
The world is in turmoil, suffering calamities.
Illness and death abounds, but Lord,
You continue to shelter us from all harm
and safeguard our health from a deadly virus.
My heart is filled with gratitude,
my provider, my righteous protector,
my shield from tears and pain,
although I am undeserving of Your kindness.
Your Word brings me great comfort
and the peaceful calm I piously seek.
My faith is bolstered by Your scripture.
The world around me is quickly changing.
Life's trials are becoming more intense,
but I do not cringe with fear amid the chaos,
for I have confidence in Your promises,
and with faith I will endure to the end.
Dear Father, with tender affection
I offer You my solemn prayer
through Jesus Christ, Your Son and my Savior,
who gave His life so sins could be forgiven.
Amen.
November 9, 2021
Thanksgiving Blessings Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
As the Nordic gods all gathered around
for there is a treasure that I have found
The Celtic gods all came as well
To listen to what I had to tell
For the Fenris Wolf has been unleashed
no one shall save Odin from this beast
Both the gods of Aesir and Vanir alike
when comes Ragnarok will have to strike
Brother against brother shall fight this day
And the Midgard serpent no one can slay
Thor takes three steps, after being bitten by the snake
no man or god will ever see him awake
As the Celtic gods, all looked on in awe
None of them could foresee the fall of Thor
So the Celtic tribe of Danaan formulated a plan
to help the Norse gods they’d be led by Bran
The mother of the gods, Danu was there too
And the Morrigu joined in with their Ravens flew
Nuada and Lugh led their warriors to the field
With the sword of light, a magical spear, and shield
But the Norns had weaved in runes this event
and no matter how they tried they could not prevent
The outcome may be bleak but there is some relief
A man and woman survive in the Old Norse belief
May God grant His grace to those who wish me harm
and shield me from masked smiles.
I moved forward on my own to turn solitude
into a relentless companion.
I offer respect and affection to corrupted beings,
to sealed vaults crawling with unstable secrets.
I cross this chaotic dimension on autopilot,
guided by a force beyond calculation.
I find myself compelled to destroy anyone who stains
my dreams, my dignity, or my values.
When pain cuts through me, even Lucifer tightens,
fearing what I might be driven to do.
If my hand reaches toward you, the other stays armed,
ready for the final response should you aim for my arm.
I place no trust in humanity.
Childhood is early years spent in life, but much too short the stay. In the family into which they were born, they crawl, then stand, walk on wobbly limbs, try running and failing, fall into the arms they trust. Children, each and every one, innocent and pure, they are gifts from God above, meant for us to protect and love. They do not see in black and white for their world is a prism of bright colors, centered around fathers and mothers.
innocent and pure
roses blooming in gardens
born into this world
Each new thing learned is an accomplishment. Eager is a child to please, for the want of praise in early days is innately born in their hearts. First words become a rattling of sentences describing cows grazing on a hill, a puppy wagging its rhythmic tail, or expressing fear over a thunderstorm. They are heedless of what lies beyond today, for tomorrow brings a new adventure, a quest they carry out. They've no idea what danger could be lurking, for the mind of a child hold no fear as they venture all about.
heedless of danger
emerging from safe cocoons
learning to fly free
Days come and go; passing years bring joy and tears, uninhibited in the way of youth. If truth be told, it takes courage to allow them to make mistakes. I'd much rather shout, BEWARE! But what lessons would be learned if each undertaking, I would spurn? With prayer as a shield, I watch children grow. Little do they know yet what life ahead may hold. What's most important in a child's eyes is to know they are loved. That innocence they bear is something I wish I could hold within my heart. My words to each child would be given with a smile... "Go gently into the world. Let your heart guide you to where you belong. In your Father's safe keeping, I pray you will always stay."
no time to linger
when it's time to leave the nest
fly in safe keeping
July 3, 2022
Like a Child Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
He says, "Anyone", and that's you and me.
He knows everything that we are about.
But what can he do if we shut him out?
Standing at the door, he knocks.
How long will he stand and wait?
By our choice the door is locked.
How many times will he knock?
Only he knows for sure,
And he alone has the cure.
Everything he offers is free,
But we alone hold the key.
No entry can occur until
Our will removes the shield.
It's been shown throughout history
That not even he can force an entry.
It matters not the depth of our sins.
It's in our best interest to let him in.
No matter what we've done or where we've been.
He ever waits, and his patience never wears thin.
He loves us still and only wants us to let him in.
There's never to be found a better friend.
But he can only help us if we let him in.
060922PS
COME ON INTO THIS SERVICE LORD
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on into this service Lord, come, Lord come
I need you, need you so
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on into this service Lord, come, Lord come
I need you, need you so
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in, come on in
So that I may win
My trials, Lord you keep me over agin, and again
O' Lord I am ready you are mine, you're mine
Father, you are so kind
I need you, need you so
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in this service, Lord
Come on in, come on in
So that I may win
My trials, Lord you
Come on, come on into my presents Lord
Come on into my arms and hands
So I can praise you on and long over and over and over again
Forever again
Come on into my feet so that I can
Git my dance on, dance on like David danced so
Come on into my presents Lord
Show me time and time and time agin
Your vision your message
Come on into this service Lord
Show me, console me, shield me, hear me, heal me, revile me...
guide me, hold me tightly
Forgive me for all my erongs
Gonna praise you Father keep singing your praises and all your songs
Come, come, come on into this service Lord
Father, Won't you come
11/15/16
WORDS by: James Edward Lee Sr.2016©
ARRANGED MUSIC by: Edgar Baker
I knew a man
who smoked one cigarette each day,
mid-afternoon,
accompanied by a cup of black coffee.
Beyond feeding his ego,
control was his raison d’etre,
so he probably did smoke just the one.
Not so with me.
I was far too gone,
reveling in excess on several fronts.
Cigarettes were
my shield,
my pointer,
my distance-keeper,
my comfort in the evening
with one or more neat scotches,
and, of course,
my addiction.
I’ve left behind that obsession,
yet I am plagued by
a particular cigarette memory:
that sweet after-sex smoke.
I miss that singular pleasure,
but then, life requires loss.
I suppose I could try it
one more time,
just the one cigarette
to see what might happen.
But that wouldn’t work.
Unlike my unpleasant
one-a-day associate,
my self-control requires vigilance,
else it dies with a vengeance
that I’m ill-prepared to manage.
Given that,
a smile of recollection will do nicely.