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Written: November 23, 2023
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Countless years, continue to construe conflict.
My task is to tote testimony of how to commit.
Neither malice nor misery can steal my life.
I'll store them so I can nail down the strife
None could ever havoc my soul's ebullience
Unspoiled by any sort of conflict or resilience.
Behave snidely—skip all attempts to cure me.
Am I a raging strain—unpredictable calamity?
Has it huddled your heart to halt our harsh tie?
Let us liven up in lavish livery—lilt a lullaby.
Since our recent zeal, our devotion will never fail.
My faith is true, but my imbrication won't frail.
Lunar cycles are an ethereal occurrence.
Soul and zest conflate by elixir convergence.
The bounty that our love proved every time
Loaded with kindness, life is pure and sublime
Under the summer sun, doves coo and call.
Romance, fresh spring tides, a cool air fall
From on high, magnificently raised upward
Clouds are fresh—grant a high moral reward.
Glance at the sun as if it were a gust of wind.
There was a glow emanating from your bind.
Let us persevere through this anxious hurdle.
My anguish has now laid into an ember circle.
I grew on your zeal and will never grow tired of it.
It's still what I truly desire but in a cynosure way.
Despite the height, affection will never be split.
With a bond between us that will never decay
There is a diaphanous spot as love grows swiftly.
Once only dreamed on, amid spiritual guidance.
My love has not faded; rather, it has grown fitly.
You are caught in the midst of a mighty alliance.
When your life is always a struggle,
You feel you have too much to juggle.
Not knowing what to lose or keep,
Spiritual guidance you should seek.
I hope you know where to find his word,
I am hoping by now all have heard.
There is only one you can give eternal life,
Just cut the ties that cut like a knife.
If your life was perfect every day,
I doubt you would care what I say.
I want you to seek me out,
You never need to scream or shout.
Just close your eyes and say a prayer,
Knowing I will be there.
For you are a child of mine.
You don't need any other sign.
You will find me at your door,
Asking you to shine brightly and soar.
All will be forgiven if you ask,
I really believe that's a simple task.
even when there seems to be nothing
when dreams have been shattered and
broken mosaic pieces lie fallow and void
when the mud slide has wiped everything dirty
and wild storms have raged obliterated and
cast aside deluded promises and false certainties
something remains and that is a choice
I can opt for oblivion agony self-pity and stasis
decide upon misery that stems from my Ego
as much as from the situation bestowed on my insecure plight
or I can remove the debris of and declutter myself
hand over to a Higher Power of my understanding
accept fully surrender and open up for the future
there is a light which shines from the sun
as long as I do not dwell in darkness any longer
after the wreckage and tunnel comes a wide open plain
the soil for happiness is still there and available
for me to pause adapt change recover and grow
new seeds may spring in miraculous ways
I cannot know the future and cannot control
uncontrollable life forces which may after all
be blessings in disguise and bear the gift of hope
the wind does not ask anything in return for blowing
waves do not question which way they come back
and the sand on the beach lays forward a path
it does not have to swallow me up in one big gulp
one bite at a time I seek nourishment and wish
for numb loneliness to turn into peaceful solitude
the fear of the future may turn into concern and care
possible even curiosity for what life holds for me
just for today I shall follow spiritual guidance and direction
and hand over to all that is so much greater than myself
It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.
My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when every ounce in me is full and grown.
The lure of a wonder seized my powers
breaking through my walls and towers
an ocean unearthing my grain and flowers
weeding out what is in my soil ugly and sour.
What reached my soul was so profound, so austere
it is beyond my feel, something I awe and fear
the mysteries in books were to me so clear
and in life, through deep darkness unable to steer.
To raw Nature I carried my tribulation
along with a torturing silence and lamentation
seeking spiritual guidance and revelation
Almighty God, help me not to succumb to temptation!
And here I am, with my words touching my solid earth
carving a clear voice of woe and mirth
aspiring to feed an inner sense of worth
as an avid reader accords my poetry a rebirth.
Where there is malnutrition, let us provide basic human resources, for the poor and the destitute. Where there is insufficient: clothing, shoes, water, housing, education, and job opportunities-let the world community take the necessary actions.
Where there is talk of: ethnic, religious, sexual cleansing, let us hold those responsible accountable for their crimes against humanity. Where there is talk of warfare among the nations, or ethnic groups; let us preach and practice world peaceful harmony.
Where there is sexual and human trafficking; let us put an end to such human miserable mistreatment. Let us provide freedoms to the captives. rehabilitation, moral, ethical and spiritual guidance. Housing, education,and employment opportunities.
Where is talk of domestic violence against people, and property; let us provide the necessary intervention, legal action, and restoration.
Where there is talk of warfare, and violence between hostile nations; let us hold out the olive branch of reconciliation and peace. There are no winners or losers in the game of warfare, only its hopelessly defenseless victims.
Where there are crimes against the natural world and the animal population, let us be a voice to those who have no voice. Let us defend a world unable to defend itself. Let us not just fold our hands and walk away. Let us not fail to acknowledge the problem. by the failure to take affirmative action. Let us not follow in the neglectful footsteps of the current United States' presidential administration, of Donald Trump!
There are so many issues facing the world community, they are not all addressed here!
Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
RoxyLea1954
June 27, 2017
I sleep at night
I watch
head surrounded by many pillows
I toss
surrounded by my comforter laid atop a mattress
so natural
eye watch
floating in my dreams
falling from the skies
to the streams running from myself
without spiritual guidance
I watch
as my eyes move in the darkness
eye watch
as I run faster then my consent
I watch
as I am attacked
eye watch
for The habits blindly,
I run trip and fall off the cliff
falling, falling to stay alive
I cry
I fall through the clouds, yes
down through the skies
falling in my iWatch as I suddenly die
Awaken
Shaken...
Eye watch as you cry
eYe watch
3/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
OF SOUL OVER MIND: A SHARED PERSPECTIVE
Sitting here in the womb of mind,
deep in contemplation, it’s soon realized
that although the mind knows and reveals all,
the power of decision is always left to the possessor:-
The agony of such is that it often seems as if
the possessor’s mind itself is streaming court
that is collectively, a trial scene of opposing
barristers, jury, and chief justice, all in one:
Such is the nature of frustration.
Thus, the mind’s possessor realizes
that the mind is only the revelator,
rather than the decision maker;
and being so, it’s revealed
that the mind’s possessor
must seek wisdom from
its spiritual sources:
Thus, the nature of divine guidance:-
In realizing such, it’s then profoundly realized
that in trustworthy true pleading, we should
ask the Giver to strengthen us with such divine
wisdom and guidance that strengthens us against
the temptations of the nemesis as we spiritual wave
toward the shores of decisions with frothing assurance:
Thus is the nature of our blessed assurance:-
Once decisions are made with divine wisdom and guidance,
the mind merely has to accept and provide the mental GPS
navigation of the spiritual routing of the arrived decisions; therefore,
it must finally be realized that we control the mind, as opposed
to the mind controlling us; for, we are the mind’s possessors:
Thus, be the true nature of mind and its solace, spiritual soul:-
Mind now, this is all in reference to mine,
and not necessarily yours; yet, it is deemed
that we each control our individual minds, rather
than our individual minds imprisoning and controlling us;
for the mental mind is of the physical being, but the spiritual soul
is, and always will be, in and of the spiritual guidance of the Lord:
Thus be the divine, decisive spiritual power of my sharing soul:-
N.B./P.S.: In the onderful oneness
of one the onement
of us, peace and love:
Thus be God’s nature:-
Never take anything that's not yours,
something that you haven't earned;
somebody worked hard to get that,
so put it down and think of a better way
to lift that weight off of your conscience!
If all followed your example,.
and in front of God they'd tremble,
we would have less crime today!.
What keeps people honest
is the fear of being caught
and dearly pay for doing wrong;
some laugh at your hesitation,
others foresee your frustration;
be stronger and wiser than them
by giving honesty another image:
truly genuine and truthful!
Would you like to imagine or really see
a world without danger or trouble?
Start cleaning up your act and be humble:
many will notice the sudden change
and begin their endless jeourney...
down a more righteous road full of wisdom;
what they'll learn from your new image,
can't be compared to what will come!
What keeps people honest
is the embarassment of being criticized,
or even worse of being alienated from society;.
and that fret state of mind
guards them against any attempt
to break the law as often as they could!
Then does the human spirit, indomitable and free,
have an imponderable conscience...
ready to violate all moral principles
that any law-abiding citizen never would?
Perfection is not found in humans,
unless they turn to spiritual guidance,
and they could have a soul
as dark as the Devil,
but with grace they are transformed
and made as obedient as angels;
you have a greater potential...
simply rise above them!
I climbed a high cliff
seeking spiritual guidance
for it is the culture of my native people to look to the Eagle
the master of the skies
the one who flies the highest and the closest to the creator
so, I looked up to Father Sky and prayed
then, I heard the Eagle calling me
and down came a feather into my open hands
it is said that an Eagle feather is never taken
but always given
and is a deeply spiritual gift
now, I do not fear the shadows
and I am free, strong, and proud
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September 19, 2020
Written for the contest, COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (13)
sponsor, Brian Strand
He enters the neighborhood bitter
from cold cases old grudges and gripes
his musty breath is shallow stone cold
coming from his angry nostrils transferred
yet again for bad behavior after sucking
the life out of another non suspecting poor
individual while suspended to the desk duties
for a few months he lay in waiting creating slander
perpetrating falsehoods for the weak the helpless
the vulnerable homeless the disabled the injured
veterans families down on their luck he's mastered
the boroughs villages canals valley's street corners
and hills throughout the city children run from his
thumping hoofs craving blood sweat and tears
of urban survivors holding on by mere threads
praying for spiritual guidance redemption from
this evil hoping for strong minded individuals
to somehow provide ethical support leadership
crumbles rams locking horns while performing their
civic duties of washing the scum off the streets
when instead Mr excessive force organized brutality
home invasions intimidation fear corruption
abuse of power rises about the small towns
of little people whose cries are never heard
until a sudden riot approaching engulfing a city
the watchers always look on in disbelief as the flames
crawl block for block windows smashed glass shatters
into a million pieces reflecting the eyes of despair
graffiti begins to cover store fronts meanwhile
friendly fire explodes sifting through reasoning
remorse the crying kind Danny boy oh boy oh boy
a quiet calm cease to behold a sullen peace
the trying time beckoning the emptiest eyes
malice unfolds first responders are grieving
as Mr excessive force is now leaving