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Using deceit to broker, in order to take control
Flattering words to rapt the mind and gain a better hold
A greedy heart seeks to release the buyer from his thoughtful view
Immerse itself in a delightful smile to help the plan push through
Flattering words beg to educate and lift the spirits high
A wink, a nod, a gentle hand and the ego is sure to fly
All in effort to gain an edge, before the deal is done
Pretty words, kindly spoken and the prize is practically won
Flattering words can build an empire and enhance the seller’s fame
A weapon to rule the buyer and present a worthless clam
And when the victim turns his back after giving his hand in trust
Flattering words takes a bow then presents the seller’s lust
This is a New Day Of a New Month Of a New Year 2019---
This is a new day
Of a new month
Of a New Year
And what is the first thing that you did
Some may have went to parties
Alcohol spirits ethno, I'm not judging it's your soul
Some of you in the privacy of your home alone
May be watching the Golden ball dropping on Dick Clark's Rock in New Years...
Even few will be at churches on their knees
Welcoming in the New Year
Fellow humans let us cheer
This is a new day
Of a new month
Of a New Year
And what is the first thing that you did
A day in the Lord is like a thousand years
So do not fear
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Happy New Year
This is a new day
Of a new month
Of a New Year
New hour of new day in a new year
This is a new day
Of a new month
Of a New Year how do you celebrate the dropping ball
Happy New Year one and all
01/01/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
The Green Fairy visits me
From an apothecary jar
And gives me a Commoner’s taste of heaven
Libations for one and all
In close proximity
Not from afar.
In smoke filled rooms
Of curling delights
I see diamonds
Reflected in all the lights
And Illumination
From the green glow
Possessed by the café’s glasses.
All is forgiven and forgotten
Within those walls of shame
There is a warmth and a comfort
To all its dismay…
As night turns toward midnight…
And midnight runs toward day.
There is no real obscure focus…
No magical hocus pocus
No real concentration of veritable belief
That the green fairy hides behind.
As absinthe begins and then continues on
To rule my body and my mind
And spirits me away
To a life of shortened days
But hours lengthened by the devotion
To The Green Fairy.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
In the book of Matthew for everyone to see
It asks a very clear question, Where Is He?
Who are they talking about? Who could they possibly mean.
I believe they're referring to Jesus Christ, the new born king
There were three men from far away kingdoms
known as The Magi
They had come to acknowledge The Son of Man
thus fulfilling the prophecy
Guided by a bright star
on the eastern horizon
They travelled far to see the One that God
said keep their eyes on
Born in a manger to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
He was the Holy Spirit in the flesh, God's prodigy
Laying in a bed of hay
He was sent to show us The Way
We've forgotten what the day Christmas truly represents
It's not about gadgets, new clothes nor expensive presents
It's not about I-pods, plasma TVs or the new X-box toy
It's the day to celebrate the birth of our Savior the Deliverer of our Joy
We can't seem to remember that Jesus was sent as a gift from God above
To deliver us and redeem us with the sacrifice of His blood
That was on the crown and the cross for all the people to see
But the one unanswered question remains
Where Is He?
The Jews betrayed Him, the Romans flayed Him
they kicked Him to the curb
They could not discern that He was God in the flesh
and His flesh was the Word
They tried to corrupt Him, then interrupt Him
when all He wanted was to show them God's Kind
But the passion in Him had subsided because of their closed minds
Where Is He, the one we now need the most?
Where Is He, that manifestation of the Holy Ghost?
Well He's not at Macy's, He's not at Target and
you can't reach Him on the latest I phone
Would you even greet Him or mistreat Him as
the heir to the heavenly throne?
If you were to see Him, could you even perceive Him
as being the most important gift
that Father God had sent to us,
so that our hope and spirits would lift?
Where Is He?, God's only begotten Son,
the child in the manger, the new born king, the Anointed One?
Many now believe Him, many now receive Him
that miracle maker from so long ago
Our Messiah, Our Salvation the One we all should know
Where is He?
She wakes up in a padded room
in an asylum on a hill.
A half a mile from civilization,
spirits loom with an ominous chill.
A skilled
professional in a white cape,
draped,
over casual attire.
enters the room.
A well mannered man, smooth
endearing,
compassionate,
or so he seemed to be.
in this chemically induced
dream.
Screams,
trapped in her mind.
the silent kind.
he leans over her mid-section
it is medication time.
Twisting, fighting
to escape her own mind.
Where is that man in the red bow tie?
She lays alone, drugged,
dull,
a lifeless look in her eye.
slightly crying.
Where am I?
Still fighting.
Blurred vision , diminishes.
she walks with a lean.
Headaches, a redundant punishment.
No longer looming in this dream.
To be continued!!!
11/07/09
Name withheld until contest is over
a cool evening moon glows
she peers with sudden intent
the stars glisten as the wind blows
the clouds flew swiftly as they went
her mind strains with blissful wonder
the moment so fleeting yet cherished
trees bent over as she looked under
oh, that moon wistfully vanished
smiling she pondered the gift
her heart rejoiced as he spoke
her soothed mind gave her a lift
her love so strong in her awoke
ah, romance dwells sweet
our spirits are uplifted
praising each other we repeat
how blessed we are and gifted
said he “you’re beautiful and fair”
smiling she received his praise
his love for her transcended there
she hugged him after a gaze
their walk continued near the beach
the sun reflected on the water
a precious moment they did reach
as their love welled warm and softer
day after day they walked along
sharing their hearts’ desire
mending wounds in silent song
eternal union to inspire
A new day, a new dawn
Last year is gone
A new hope, a new cheer
This year is here
The beginning of a new year
A time for new starts
The beginning of a new year
The hope of many hearts
When the clock strikes midnight
The whole world goes alight
When the clock strikes midnight
Our spirits take flight
With the hope of a new day , a new dawn
Because Last year is gone
But isn’t it a little strange
That we think this way
Because today is
just the same
As any another day
Every day has a midnight
Every day has new light
Every day has a dawn
And every yesterday is gone
Every day can be a new start
And every day we can have hope in our hearts
So this year live every day with a resolution
To make your life a glowing contribution
To your family, your friends and to your world
So that when the hope of new years is gone
Every day will be a new day
Every day will have a new dawn
And every yesterday will be gone
Not fully wakened till I have a sip
of what that sweet aroma leads me to
our breakfast table where he pours for me
my coffee cup filled up with fresh ground brew.
That sip embraces every sleepy cell;
awakes my heart with a new morning hope;
alerts to meet the goals the day lays out
and lifts my spirits to triumph or cope.
For me, this is a waking ritual
not pursued just any time of day;
a morning gift alone at breakfast time-
just us together with our prized cafe'.
~1st Place~
Contest: Wake Up With Coffee Or Tea Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 12/11/2016
As two, hearts dance the embrace of a fire,
plucking your heartstings as a lyre
Distrust, lies, eclipses love's satellite true- natal
loon, into a suicide hot air balloon ride!
Moves aside bend of light, chooses,
side, of a dark malignant side of moon !
In the twilight hour blues,
where passions softly stir,
emotions start to blur, turn sour,
painting pleasure in the night maw to devour two
In the depths of the night, a solitary light wound
casts a shadows upon the heart,
where darkness slowly seeps through
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desire,
a symphony of emotions that sets souls afire
Strings of anticipation strum
in rhythmic delight tuned to
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
Signs, who, hides moons of the truest kind!
O a tale apart
Moves side winds, breath of the dark arts,
to align into hearts maligned
arms folded in death to make with
as a stolen kiss ignites a flame,
like a symphony, our hearts fall prey to again
be betwixt in the game
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desires,
hollows,
a symphony of emotions that sets
souls adrift from the shallows
In passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide their gallows
from the ghouls that preside in it's marrow
In a tale ripped apart...
every 'plete of your heart
Strings of anticipation strum in
rhythmic delight tune
turns to the knife of sacrificial rite
In the twilight raimant so blue, where passions fly,
the jolly roger of motley fools,
selling the fine line
sailing the live mines
Embracing the darkness' essence,
a tale yet for reason
harmonies of ecstasy reaching
a breathtaking peak of reasoning
Oh, the cadence of desire, intoxicating and divine,
as crescendos rise and fall, our spirits intertwine
a symphony of emotions, wild and misconstrued,
leaving souls aflame, forever marked,
for death do you sever
apart partaking your
passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide to
desires lever toggle with every touch, new,
every sight of slight or bruise
Urban decay of a dream,
dream theater of a tragedy
playing looped scene
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
Harsh cold breaths blowing gale force pounding drum bold
to the lightning striking blue diamond against ice freezing cold
Enrapturing a dark ebony satin night sky white silk cream velvet clouds
as the snow capped mountain lights up in a silver mist gleaming sparkles
One chain running a flood down the face as clouds of heaven open gates
lashing downpours of heavy pelting rain mixed with hail driven like bullets
Harshly outside roaring thunderstorms waves of air tossing this ship asleep
crying waves of voices through the breeze howling out rocking
Bending blows bowing down and asking for mercy the trees cry out moaning
spirits of the wind branches getting tore from the limbs standing to defense
Turf upon the fire rising white smoke signals it's warm here love
on this lonely cold winters night smiling faraway kisses a dream
Charming within deep loving warmth shipwrecked alone
crying howls into a cold full face moon entranced beautiful