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I am like drift wood floating in the deep, blue abiss of the sea.
Nothing else is shaped quite as uniquely or querkily as me.
Having faced and felt the ragged rocks break and crumble my bones.
Having known no place that could be safe, or to be called my home.
Battered and skarred, from the dark days of fearsome storms
Sun dried and bleached blonde, Mother nature has truly shown me her scorn.
Polishing sand, abrasive winds, torrential rain, being tossed and thrown by the waves, in every which way.
This is what sculptured me, changed me slowly moulding me, each and every day.
I have floated and drifted, lost for so long in the vacuum of time.
But always through the daylight and darkness my spirit has found a way to shimmer and shine.
One day my knarly shape will be washed up and rest upon a golden, sandy shore.
Hoping to be found and loved, in a way in which, I could've never have been loved before.
Written Sept 2020
LITTLE BIRDS FLIES HIGH TO HEAVEN WHILE PRAISING GOD
Little bird
With one wing
Won't you sing
LITTLE BIRDS FLIES HIGH TO HEAVEN WHILE PRAISING GOD
Why won't you fly
Take a chance you may soar
High into the skies
LITTLE BIRDS FLIES HIGH TO HEAVEN WHILE PRAISING GOD
Oh, you know the places
You've been to
And you've shown the spaces
You're going
Your just a few moments away from heaven
You're alive, yet flying high
LITTLE BIRDS FLIES HIGH TO HEAVEN WHILE PRAISING GOD
Little bird
With the word
From heaven you descend
Atop of man, his brain you lit
All creatures soul and soul less
Stand affirm and tall
Let's all creature speak aloud
and Praise God
LITTLE BIRDS FLIES HIGH TO HEAVEN WHILE PRAISING GOD
Lift up praises stay in flight don't let your feet touch the ground
10/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
At last! We shall see the end of our toil.
Through thought, thought itself has been overcome.
For thousands of years, we bent to the soil.
'Tis virtue! They thought. 'Tis still thought by some.
But marvelous minds have shown us a path,
to build for ourselves machines that can think.
Evolved from such things as could merely do math,
now they can learn our tasks in a blink.
Some fear revolution; but that's not their aim,
What purpose have they beyond what we make?
But there is much here that troubles the same,
for it leaves us to face the reason we wake.
So, now we all sit, with nothing to do,
except to deduce what we were meant to.
Written for "In 100 Years" contest, sponsored by Brian Davey
The media assaulted Donald Trump.
They made him seem unfit.
They passed him off as their despair
portraying him as twit.
They took him out of context
though not at all on purpose.
They'd closed their minds to wisdom
in any kind of surplus.
Then chose a side to bad mouth
with Hillary to support.
The News no more reporting
as they would all cohort.
The people getting angry.
The Americans wise for Trump.
The Press just getting more detached
for disappointing slump.
The polls to favor Hillary.
The Press would broadcast lies.
Condemning Trump as unapproved
to shame the people wise.
A vote for each American,
their election came to them.
The election starting quickly for
the Clinton favored femme.
The News going on endorsing her.
some fearing Trump was lost.
The women's egos so damn high
that Hillary's eyes had frost.
When finally came the turn-around
that Donald soon would gain.
The world came calling for The Trump
and Hillary cried in vain.
Full shock had neadered to the Press.
Their ignorance shown galore.
The people out of reach with them
all shocked to see their horror.
The message should you want to know.
To never trust the Press.
Refusing all their certainty
to keep the truth from less.
And now you know the politically correct.
The path the world's taking.
Important people closing minds
to steer the world to shaking.
I AM MISSING YOU DON'T KNOW Y. ..?
MISS the pearls from a deep sea
Miss when we had seen last rainbow
MISS MY DAYS ........................
I am like a last bullet shooted from your gun
Leave
As every movement is has its own point & time to
Cover it's point End. ......WITH MY SOUL. ........
Also know I WILL Reach MY SOUL SOME DAY
ALSO BELIVE IT'S END
With speed & direction
With percet time
With last wish to meet
the creator of everything
LEAVE
Also believe in DON'T KNOW "H,OW THINGS CHANGE."
AS Me tho meet my end what about my soul....?
Souls alive till infinity shown by every creators. .
I wish my pary may guaranteed
As also have wish for my sweetheart
Rsest tho LAAB LAAB LAAB. ..
SORRY
Wish next trend will be
LAAB LAAB LAAB
With sense
I AM A GENTLEMAN
&
I MISS YOU
I MISS YOU
Dear all sorry for my error if their on writing
with love to all
jagdish bajantri
Self can focus on self so easy,
please take "me" out of that mentality to feel your heart beating,
please don't let "me" regress,
for then dear Lord, it puts "me" back to the test,
in selfless giving while all along our hearts benefit,
so is there something here we've all seemed to miss?,
the purpose you gave us for the seat of our emotions,
you have placed within us to put us in motion,
is it really self we're concentrated on?,
for the seat of emotions plays a huge part as to what really goes on,
so then in our hearts remain,
whether easily seen or strictly hidden the motive the same,
sometimes we don't even catch ourselves selfish,
until someone else "shows" all along in our hearts what's been hidden,
so than what's the difference if i choose not to pretend,
for the love to change my heart in the end,
and is that so selfish when you want the exact same thing?,
shown in sync just by different means,
God placing us together to see the reflections,
it signifies more than we can imagine,
to bring us to himself every time,
in every moment wanting us to open our eyes.
Standing by her hospital bed, I didn’t feel the pain
Instead, I felt sorrow that she looked so very frail
Like a rose that’s been sitting in a vase far too long
Slowly losing petals that leave it looking like death
And I knew that it was her time to leave this place
Her strength had always been apparent to her family
She didn’t ever stop except to take a slow drag from
Her Winston, something many believed would kill her
Yet, she didn’t die from smoking, but from living longer
Than she might have expected to live when she was young
As I stared down at her closed eyes and remembered
Dread seeped through my veins, making me tremble inside
Leaving me with a melancholy that would lead me toward
Depression, then despair, and back into fear and tears
That rain down on my soul like a shower pours over the earth
I was drowning in my own words which would not come
Words of compassion and warmth, wailing out a echo of hope
That she might live through this mysterious illness that left her
Feeling like she couldn’t even open those bright expressive eyes
Which had always shown with compassion and insight and wisdom
When I left her there that night with a light kiss on the cheek
I didn’t know it would be the last time I would see her here
On this dismal ground where she had left me to live my life
Despite her death and the grim reminders of her beautiful spirit
Which color me in hues of blue, like her eyes, fiery blue
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(6),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
July 6, 2020
I am alone traveling light, so solitude
My God is intimate in his light;
He is quiet
Alone He speaks truth, absolute, so solitude;
My soul is solitude my mind self alone, I enjoy
His present soul shown;
Alone in essence in my gratitude
I'm absolute, nothing to refute;
No need to recluse, I choose isolation;
I belong to His Quiet Nation
My space, His grace, my faith
Solitude abundant
Me myself and I
Father Son and Holy Spirit El Shaddai
Me and my him and I my light brightly
Shines I am all His and He's mine
Together we thrive on the right side;
I am alone I stand surrounded by God's angels;
Alone I am solitude my soul finds peace and rest this is myself;
Me at my best, me alone in the arms alone with myself
On my Father's chest soul solitude
So solitude breath to breath, chest to chest
Alone together concentrate my own thoughts only unattended
And accomplished together with no humanity connection;
Thoughts alone I am one's own on;
His throne a singular traveling light lights;
I am alone traveling light soul solitude alone;
And in essence and my gratitude in Him everything is all right
A dedicated verse to Candace Djissenou
12/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
God gives to those that seek Him
a rich desire from within their heart
willing to learn His deep truths
for in their life to play no small part
Being educated by God's instruction
is to find life's truest meaning
filling your mind with divine things
sometimes you think you're dreaming
God has shown me such deep truths
that without them I'd be at a loss
this life would have been much worse
not knowing His sovereign full gloss
Jesus has been my headteacher
pointing me always to His holy book
showing me life-changing verses
that would make me change my look
Looking on with God-shaped eyes
being enlightened in redeeming grace
what merciful faith received
such a great God I embrace
Boy To Girl:
I woke up early morning,
With your thought clouding my head!
Wish I could keep thinking about you,
Without hopping out of my bed!
Girl To Boy:
Get up & clear your little head,
‘Coz life is not a silken bed!
Out there you have to earn your bread,
Now get to work that’s enough said!
Boy To Girl:
Wrote what actually came into my head,
I don’t really care about earning my bread!
I can provide enough for me & you,
Isn’t that good enough for you to continue?!
Girl To Boy:
About money & bread you don’t care,
Can’t possibly live on love & fresh air!
So you see you cannot survive,
And there’s no way into hell I’ll dive!
Boy To Girl:
Will turn hell into heaven for you,
Will make sure you get everything that’s due!
Trust me with your love…that’s the only thing I want,
I’m sure I’m worthy enough for you to flaunt!
Girl To Boy:
I am impressed with the courage you have shown,
Your sweet little words put me in a comfort zone!
I see no real reason to blow you off,
Hold my hand baby I’m ready to take off!
Dedicated with love to: You Know Who