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Premium Member Amazing Father God

Closing my eyes, I plea
Unto You God, My Dear
I am certain not to fear
Avoiding a fall of tear

Father God, shine thy light
Unto me yield thy might
Forget me not, I say and wire
Let me not be weary or tire

To my anxiety, comfort me
To my failure, strengthen me
To my faults, mercy unto me
To my confusion, direct me

I invite you come be nearer
Hold me You're my bearer
Gracious love flowing like river
Most precious than any silver

Envelope me with Your grace
Through me, You might efface
Each season, each life phase
Our Father God, You amaze

by: olive_eloi
2:04am
01/22/2014

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Inspired by the BIblical verse II Samuel 22:29 : "You are my lamp, O Lord turns my darkness into light"
Form: Ballad


Premium Member Nature Reflects God - the Sun

Early in the day o’er in Eastern sky
Dawn comes, then sunrise =
Morning comes over the horizon
Into a new day filled with surprise
Standing in the country garden
While the grass is moist with dew
Pink roses emit their sweet perfume,
I watch the heav’nly canvas rise anew
There are colors beyond imagination
Pinks, lavender, reds and streaks of gold
The Master Artist at work for our joy
Providing all our eyes can behold
There, too, is the sun – big, yellow, bright
Ever so gently rising over the hill
This sun God’s creation to reveal Himself
The earthly reminder of the spiritual Father
As the yellow light gradually moves across the sky
I think of how I am the one rotating
Not the sun going around and around
It is planet Earth moving; I’m meditating
A song of long ago told of the sun being “lucky”
“He has nothing to do but roll around heaven all day”
God’s creation always has something to do
The sun gives light for us to find our way
‘”Oh good Lawd above, don’t you know I’m pinin’
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver linin’
Take me to paradise…”*
Like the poor man “pinin’”
We can become miserable as we surmise—
We can forget to look upward
Failing to see God’s guidance with our eyes
In Psalm nineteen verses one through six**
“The heavens declare the glory of God,
And the firmament shows His handiwork”
We learn speech and knowledge without sound
The sun as a strong man moves as in a race
Going forward from the end of heaven
With his circuit unto the ends of it
Nothing is hid from the heat” of the sun
Meditation time is over; I am ever thankful
For the blessing of the sun’s steady movement
And my balancing myself on revolving Earth—
God reveals and teaches with His firmament 
Pinin’ times will come, miserable we will be
Our Father God is aware of our humanity; 
His sun’s painted canvases always 
Opens and close the day for you and me
Nature reflects God - He planned it that way
We are the caretakers every day
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
* " That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rolls around Heaven All Day) " 
music by Beasley Smith and words by Haven Gillespie, 1949
** Psalm 19:1-6 Holy Bible
Form: Rhyme

Decrepit days and months

Suddenly a face in the mirror stares back,
You're growing old...silver hairs in black.
Evening twilight fades into a dark night.
Why do colours no longer look bright?
With small dark rings under sunken eyes
the peach sunset, is just a weary sunrise.
Taut cheeks drooping, wrinkles everywhere 
Carefree youth abandoned to old-age care.
Life keeps melting like a  flickering candle,
a new generation, my wisdom can't handle.
Fatigue of arthritis, a feeble body groans,
dull senses slow down, time eroded bones.
I no longer find people to sit and talk,
nothing new happens round the clock.
Crevices and corners I can no longer reach 
I change the ways of thoughts and speech.
Rejoicing the memories of low and high tides,
a vast field is visible where the horizon hides.
Decrepit days and months turn lonely years,
in doorways of nostalgia, future disappears.
I am again a child, longing to jump and play
my soul grows stronger, on every birthday.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member He is Within Me I am HIS LIGHT-My SpokenWord

He is Within Me I am HIS LIGHT

Below the silver White blanketed coverage Skies
Nothing but darkness round
I received in my eyes 
Yet in the darkness in the blackest sky 

Environmentally a speck of light life I so shine I am the impediment of energy is bright 
Within Me is a Divine Light so Though the skies may be silver dull and white 
My sorrow is left in the night

I Rise abreast above the nest 
I look down as I'm surrounded by my Father’s energy 
For He"s within me 
And within me is He 

For I am one of His lights

12/31/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
A beautiful 
Scriptural reinforcement:
Matthew 5:14-16: "You are the light of the world...Let your light shine."
Psalm 119:130: "The unfolding of your words gives light; it gives understanding."
John 8:12: "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness."

Premium Member From a Deck Chair

Into the mystic and blue water purl
  I watch in motion season’s changing guard,
and rising ocean drafts its far depths swirl
  up silica sandstone cliffs steeped and scarred.
Where silver eucalypts shadow the sea,
  and apple blossom in pink clusters soon
shed soft petals till fruit hangs from its tree -
  and chrysalis to butterfly cocoon.
Hear the honey bees and songbirds’ refrain
  as the September sun over Torbay
invites perennial chorus again -
  and new buds open upon a new day.
From my deck chair I’ll kick back tomorrow 
when spring’s bow lets fly El Nino’s arrow.


             Written: September 1995
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand

Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand,
A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry,
Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity,
Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence.
I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon,
Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes,
While butterflies, with shimmering silver wings,
Kiss the hibiscus dawn, a prophecy born from glass dreams.
My heart, aflame with diamond fires, reflects pages of rest,
Mirroring the soul's gratitude, painted in shades of patience,
Rising from willows of wisdom, like fortified fields,
That crown the peaks of mountains gazing at the constellations of destiny.
The golden gate, adorned with serene sepals, opens silent sonatas,
Erasing refrains written in loops, imitating recited ancient scriptures,
For once I was a marionette bound by time and fears,
The fear of liberation kept me captive in cracked calligraphies.
Now I journey through rose dunes, breathing divine light,
Eager to strip the verses of love from hypnotic illusion,
Untangling the luminous webs of the inner eye,
Realigning metaphors and eliminating the shadows of ego.
O, sapphire rings of seraphic stars, I surrender to the neon mist,
As my spirit rises toward clouds that whisper magic,
The alchemical rain of dreams falls upon me like a blessing,
Purifying the essence and synchronizing with the echoes of stillness.
Touch me with delicate truth and feel the pulse of pink lilies,
The warmth of cosmic healing, tied to conscious manifestations,
Where vibrant valleys bloom in kindness and forgiveness,
Dwelling in the timeless fragrance of the soul's rebirth.
Musk of metamorphosis and oud of revival, steeped in clarity,
My heart weaves the transcendent twilight yearning for all that breathes,
Through illuminated chakras, uniting merciful rivers with zephyrs,
Until the sky sees the Universe living in the tips of my fingers.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Summer's End

The other day as I drove over the hills,
trees some as much as six hundred years
shone and glittered in the hot sunshine,
leaves in multi hues of various different greens

So perfect they looked in their summer array,
magical and mysterious, the trees stand sentry
watching us as we scurry past, going nowhere fast
couple of more weeks and then reds and browns

Silver and even greys, a mixed up pallet of color
as they shred their leaves, becoming stark and bare
I truly was moved by all of this absolute beauty
not yet is it quite over, just a pause at summer's end

written 09/04/2013 

contest   Summer's End

Pure Silver

The inhale, the exhale.  It seems like way too much sometimes, the suffocating beat of my own heart, sounding off like the ticking of a doomed clock, that's taking way too long to stop. When will it end…the madness screaming from within, such violent screams taking that part of me I beg to exist.  The inhale, the exhale. It tortures me, taking way too long to unwind, fragments of hope lost inside the sands of time, a grain I'm thrust upon, leading the blind, Watching the shadows trapped in the walls, taking the loss, then taking it all. Still it comes rolling back again. The inhale, the exhale. A pause between that taunts me, open my eyes just to spite me, closing the door, but only slightly. The inhale, the exhale. It's far too much for me to bare.

A Poem for the Full Moon

Full moon my lovely, fill me with energy
My parched spirit longing to be renewed
The thoughts of you fill all my reveries
As I eagerly await for your appearance in glee

So let me refocus on who is really me
And never forget what I'm living here for
When darkness around is all that I see
May you light up the world and banish my enemies

Time and time they try to tear me down
I fall on my knees and tears wash over
But one day I'll be sitting on a throne with a crown
Moonstone glistening on bejeweled silver

So once again I give praises to thee
Who has guided me through the tragedies
Full moon moonlight cleansing over me
In thirty more days I will once again see
Form: Rhyme

Convene from Keepers Rebellious Gallery

Brother. O Brother.
   O when when we were callow 
	In days young  Shakers  of the movement before 
gray & silver turned our locks we held in idol 

	Spree even damned were we 

	Lessen a very score ’til callous became un-sore 
away had you myth into the far-off seeking a northern star  
	Thus did dim of you re-turn filled 
privileged besiege ferrying scripted jots of the novel are 
	deluged in assure 

Brother. O Brother. 
	Dont forthwith tell to me nor else what I do not  
forth I have continued a militant pace 
	Dont mid uncommon lot tell to me nor else  
demur girding resistance rebellious plot

	If you must speak a hair tell 
of owned stead mid factional fight  In the absence 
	tell of owned gallant march for quality rights 

	If adapt if no longer a sworn knight 
tell of owned rationalism of moralism the plagiarism of 
Quisling plight ill-gots   Are you not at will zealot  

Brother. O Brother. 
	Here in the brawling depth the course bowl clear  
onward the struggle un-stop  
	You we in pledge had warrant to our brethren aged  
to carry the pillars in lift 

O out furthest yon you hither re-turn elope dystopia sum utmost grift   
	—whitewashed literacy  alien pensive — these snares  gate 
earnest mental width so readily turncoat gift  
	in errand of handmade suits and seasoned goose  
be too un-loathed the dandy one who tend the noose 

	Steady are the angered us of sternly force 
undue toil seizing liberty under conquer 

Brother. O Brother.  
	If for reasons untold at sun’s godly will alms’ shine 
shalt fetch flicker of brotherly chime 
	O the left-behind aggrandizing autocrat-kneeler sprawl  
as liken wayward owl  
	cant find luminous in eyes of kinship kind — formed 
across absolutist allured far-off whereat darken desert loom 

	Muse this   Steely-dusk rise leap desert’s sandy sweep   
to the heavens it seeps to hand the moon its imposing greet   
	if for reasons untold
Form: Rhyme

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