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I summoned sorrow to swallow my soul whole and save it from its sinister solitude.
I stared at the stars sailing against a surf of sunless skies.
I spoke to the sleek sand in soft whispers, entrusted my secrets to its slithery dance.
I sank with a scene of a silent starry sky into a silky sea of soundness.
And my spirit surrendered to the serene song of the swell to shield my psyche from the screeches of this senseless city.
* * *
Suddenly,
I've been reminded of the truth:
So solid & devastating.
The sea is distant from this city;
I'm only staring at the ceiling,
Sparkling salt water streaming from both eyes.
Strange how the darkness of this place seduces one to lose oneself in fantasies
of soaring up towards a starry space . . .
Just a little wisdom
Oh! God
Quality of having
Some of your experience my Lord
Yet is my choice,
To use good judgment
Wisdom gleaned
I want to be in quality within your life
this the soundness
of your actions the knowledge
the principles that develop is onslaught
the quantumness of being blessed
integrity living fervent bliss
Wisdom gleaned
first give me just a drop of your heart
O' God help me become
victim of your wisdom
I'm bias judgment self knowledge
gleaned from God
this I acknowledge
Wisdom gleaned
God says if you need wisdom just ask God says
if you want wisdom live on the righteous path ask our generous God
and He will give it to you
if you need wisdom
ask he will not rebuke you for asking
this principal thing believe it
within your being
truth longevity of life
Wisdom gleaned
6/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
6/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
(I'm Virgo sun/Taurus moon, both earth signs)
My sun and moon in earth means I require
a stable and terrestrial atmosphere.
As constant as the seasons, I adhere
to courses set; I rarely veer or tire;
I’m self-composed and seldom prone to ire,
for salt of earth has soundness I revere.
And if into a cloud I disappear,
my feet grow roots, and ground is their desire.
Of fire, air and water I have little.
Oh yes, I love to venture into water,
but saner is the land, where I belong.
I cannot fathom those who speak in riddle;
they are of the air, but I’m Earth’s daughter.
Though passion’s flame may burn me, I stay strong.
For Leonora Galinta's Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign
For nette onclaud's Contest:
Zodiac Zones
Verse 1
Epitaph for a Shy Guy
He spoke in secrets ,shadows said so sweet,
A murmur,muted,on the main street.
His silence screamed a story,softly,slow,
A secret sparkle scarcely seen to glow.
The quietest voice was quote,we carefully
quote it still,
His peaceful presence,a perfect,peaceful
perfect pill.
Verse 2.
Epitaph for the Baadjievanger (1)
He snared,the swift,sly,silver-tongued
salesman,
Who wove his webs, winning with wit,when
the world began.
His dreams were a dream, a dazzling dreadful
disaster,
He caught all the cash,moving closer,then
faster.
The final fool fell for fate's false flatter,
His promises proven dust, do they even
matter?
Baadjievanger-A hanger-on,a scammer,opportunist, trickster
Verse 3.
Epitaph for the king of Bling
Here lies a life lined with lovers and
loudness,
A silver sky sparkling several sounds of
stunning soundness.
He wore gold gleaming,his soul's silver song,
But glitter's gone,grandeur's gone,a glimmer
gone gone.
The final flash has faded,a silent, sober
state so swift,
His most mighty magnificence,a memory's
miserable myth.
Verse 4.
Epitaph For the Great Tycoon
A power prince,he piled profits past
the planet's peak,
He bought bank buildings and a billion
bank notes for a break,.
His grip on gold,greatest of governments,
gloomed so grand,
But all his stocks and shares now sleep
beneath the same sand.
He made millions and a mountain of material
money,
Yet mortal making means memory's most
melancholy morning.
Verse 5
Epitaph for a gangster
Here lies a life lived fast and loud,
A silent shadow in the subway street crowd.
His guns are silent,glory's grave,
A kingpin's kingdom nothing could save.
The darkest deeds now dust and dream,
only the diamond death did secretly seam.
Verse 6
Epitaph for a Drunkard
He drank the day,he drained the darkest
dram,
A storm of spirits, slurring slam,
He found his freedom in the fluid flow,
His journey's joke, the bottle's bitter
blow.
The final bar is closed,the tab is settled low,
He's now not near the nectar nor the glass's
glow
Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled
Soundness remains what we will believe
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief
The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!
Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers
Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride
-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal
wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage
rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ loins girded with truth
safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate
love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news
strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield
empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet
God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit
seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly
"The Bravest Thing I Have Seen"
The bravest thing I have seen is that of
my mother's love.
It is a courageous thing and a love that's strong, that lets me sing.
It's a love that stands up tall and proud.
A love that never lets me down.
Her love is a brave endeavor that never wavers or wavers.
It's a love that knows no boundaries and never loses its soundness.
Her love is a courageous force that helps me find our course.
Her love is like a shield protecting me from the world's harsh yield.
It's a love that can withstand any storm and keep me safe from any harm.
My mother's love is like a beacon leading me on when I feel weak and shaken.
It's a love that never falters or fails and helps me through life's darkest trails.
Her love is like a fortress, a mountain, unbreakable and certain.
It's a love that can withstand any blow and keep me safe, no matter where I go.
Her love is like a guiding star, shining bright, no matter where I am.
It's a love that never dims or fades.
A love that helps me through life's trade.
©® Coker Favour A.
Software that’s deployed incomplete,
we are expected to go with the flow.
Agile is supposed to put people first?
I’m looking at a slew of burnt out staff.
Expectations without the proper tools,
I’m not really a fan of looking like a fool.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
The patrons who choose our business
notice the consistent inconsistencies.
Drops, outages, and all flavors of ‘Fail’
are not supposed to be commonplace.
Piling on more the experts won’t survive,
nothing will be left of a fine tuned skillset.
Quality or quantity? An ancient argument.
There is a line I fear we have crossed.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
Junk-bait replaced an aspirational brand.
Is that what we are destined to say?
Well I’ll be damned if I let master class die.
Trash is trending and we have a reputation.
Flexible doesn’t mean sacrifice soundness.
I don’t ever want to hear ‘Remember when..’
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
Is life a psychological and spiritual mess, a being of dismay and chaos,
Misdirected and confused by those of staunch and unwavering bios,
Might have started on a farm, urban home, corporate office, or a college dorm,
Looking for devotees to accept vague ideologies and philosophies like their own?
They stirred up vast doubt, skepticism, uncertainty, distrust, and questions of all kind,
Than principles that would guide, direct, shepherd, shape, and lead to soundness of mind,
That would bring peace and harmony; a grand way of life that is healthy and whole,
You lost focus; you lost courage; you lost hopefulness; you lost confidence; you lost your soul.
Did you cast your life upon that which is destined to disappoint, miss the mark and fail,
And empty rhetoric your buddies constantly and relentlessly wailed,
Or upon that which is eternally and everlasting faithful and true,
That if you accepted, you would be called a laughingstock, a fool, or thinking askew?
Is your mosaic spiritual conceptions satisfying your deep need way down inside,
Is your soul a graffiti wall or a spiritual guide to be applied,
Is your soul just shattered by confusion and has left you empty and cold,
A splattering of abstract work than one of realism or anything worthy to behold?
When facing a fierce raging storm in your mind and heart while dejected, fearful, and forlorn,
Did you go to philosophy, self-help books, or to one who could still the storm?
Do you know the one who can speak to the tempestuous seas and they obey him?
Ever heard of the one who walked on water and could calm the hearts of troubled men?
Let me introduce you to that one who can do for you what you cannot do for yourself.
Learn of him by reading the scriptures, the Bible, find it on many a shelf.
His name is Jesus Christ, Son of God; He and God the Father of the same mind.
Through faith-obedience in Jesus, end of your search for redemption; seek and you will find.
I have nothing to offer you but my love
She knew the promise was true
Her heart liked the dark hair boy
Still in his youth he was beautiful
But simple beauty is not enough
Love is a chance a gamble
What will love for the sake of love bring?
Security? Safety? Soundness?
She kissed the young man with the boyish face
There will be other loves
You will get over me
Tears can cry inside your soul
A heart of flesh can harden into stone
She won't be my love
She needed more than a promise
More than a chance
More than a gamble
More than hope
She needed more than my love
And my love evaporated into the mist of loneliness
My love left even me