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I picked up some words,
From an over heaped pile,
Words which impressed me most.
Put them carefully onto a blank paper,
Like a practiced player placing,
Rooks and pawns on a chequered grid.
Seeing page after page getting filled
With a deluge of words, I felt thrilled,
Viewed it casually from a distance,
Like an artist looking at a painting.
I saw words become colors,
My prodigality with words impressed me.
I gloated over my ability as a writer.
Lo! A work of literature in crude form,
Stood ready, willing to be chipped and shaped.
All left was to give it a form,
A stroke here and there,
Some finishing touches!
“It’s all so damn easy,
I shall keep the thing aside,
Ample time lies ahead.
I can now relax, take a break”.
I said to myself, complacent.,
Days slipped by and months rolled away.
One day I took out the scroll,
Wiping the dust and cobwebs away.
Read through it slowly,
My former illusion just faded away.
Its stale familiarity repelled me.
Words stuck out here and there,
Making no coherent sense.
All I found was a jumbled, jotted mass.
To me, ere they looked like lovely dames,
Colorfully dressed up for a mega show.
My eyes were dazzled by their costume,
But now when I wait for them to fall in line,
Gyrating in rhythmic steps
They stand still as a disorderly mass,
Refusing to budge an inch,
Unwilling to sway to a rhyme.
Lost in a barren desert of words,
With each grain of thought
Looking so similar, lacking uniqueness,
I set aside my empty new canvas,
Which I had kept ready for re-entering.
Until the artist in me comes up
With a new configuration of colors
Let it rest in the drawer of my shelf.
Once there was a girl so small,
Innocent, naive,
She saw the good in everyone,
Too trusting to believe.
She looked up high to figures bright,
And learned what they had shown:
To pray, to trust, to kneel in faith,
And never stand alone.
She grew into the “good girl,”
Applauded, calm, and mild,
Not broken, lost, or unaware,
Just quiet as a child.
In a world of rules, reward and pain,
She learned to stand still,
She learned that order kept her safe,
And silence bent her will.
She stayed prayerful, haters around,
Yet chose to make no sound,
Believing storms would always pass
If silence could be found.
Just an ordinary girl,
With a gentle, fading smile,
The kind you barely remember
After a little while.
Lord, O’ God I am a quiet man;
In my mind past sinful ways, I so lack;
Where are you at?
Why? Am I here?
Am I a purdon, what is mine purpose?
I need direction, speak Lord speak
I heed your instruction, God is talking to me
I need guidance and deliverance speak Lord speak
I seek your mercies grace God is speaking…
Lord, that I am;
A quiet lamb
I want to follow you;
This so I stand
My hearts spirit ears
Soul do so want to hear
How do you speak to me?
Father come forth and speak to me;
I seek you to speak unto me;
I shall stand still… I wanna here;
Your voice, you are mine only choice;
Speak to me through your word, Holy Bible;
Through pictures and visions;
Speak to me in a still small voice;
Impressions in your spirit;
Through a trace, not by chance;
In a dream give me you, speak Lord speak;
God is speaking
In His Still Small Voice form of a thought or whisper in my mind;
God is speaking
Impressions in our spirit speak something directly my inner man;
God is speaking
Pictures a still picture in my mind;
God is speaking
A vision moving picture scene that’s being played out like a video in my mind;
God is speaking
Dreams from visions that happen while I sleep
God is speaking unto me in a
Trance like an open vision where my mind unaware of your surroundings
While I’m awake
Speak Lord Speak
Lord, O’ God I am a quiet man;
In my mind past sinful ways, I so lack;
Where are you at?
Why? Am I here?
Am I a pardon, what is mine purpose?
Lord, that I am;
A quiet lamb, I want to follow you;
This so I stand, my hearts spirit ears;
Soul do so want to hear;
I wanna hear your voice SPEAK LORD SPEAK;
I need direction, speak Lord speak
I heed your instruction, God is talking to me
I need guidance and deliverance speak Lord speak
I seek your mercies grace God is speaking…
9/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Many people find it difficult to communicate, especially with loved ones. If time and effort isn't made, the gap between people can widen and seem an insurmountable obstacle.
the space fills up
(a bridge can be built)
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2020
As
the silence
grows over time
and the space fills up
with nothing to say to each other
we need to stand still
and slow down
to touch base
again
A
bridge
can be built
between our souls
if we are prepared to make every
effort to communicate
with love and
gentleness
as one
© Michelle Morris, 2020
The sun pours molten gold
across the open field,
thick as honey, sweet as forgiveness.
Bare feet kiss the warm earth,
kicking sparks of dust and green.
Her yellow dress flares open
a second sun spinning round her thighs.
No music leads her,
only wind through tall grass
and the bright gossip of birds.
Still her body answers,
arms wide, claiming the sky.
She twirls,
and her shadow twirls wilder,
long and dark and utterly free,
mimicking every leap, every reckless joy.
Heat kisses her skin
collarbone, eyelids, the soft webs between fingers
until she glows from within,
a living lantern of light and laughter.
Hair whips like flame around her face.
Breath rises sharp and sweet.
For this bright, burning moment
there is no yesterday,
no tomorrow
only the drum of bare feet,
the rush of blood,
and the sun pouring love
onto every inch she offers.
She is not dancing for eyes.
She is the dance.
She is motion made golden,
a heart too full to stand still.
And the sun,
delighted,
kisses her back.
I want to go back
Back to a moment in time
Back to the place where no dry grass grow
Where the birds chatter to the rythem of life
Where morning meets night with a smile
Where crickets hum you to bed
Where the barking dogs play in the dancing field
I want to go back
To the place where happiness live
Where my heart sings joyous Melody
Where time stand still
Where peace cover the walls of my heart
I want to go back
Please take me back in the arms of love
Please let my feet move to the beat of hope and joy once more
I want to go back where tears of happiness flow like a river in my vein giving me life
I want to go back to that journey to an awaiting light that engulf my soul
If only I could go back in time
I want to go back
Where love and passion lives
I want to go back
I want to go back to my awaken, if only I could go back , I want to go home , I want to be trapped in that time of happiness
When I close my eyes I remember my rising
where my heart celebrate life
I want to go back , I want to go home that's where I belong
Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around
Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground
We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun
Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun
These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run
They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky
Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness
Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over
Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions
Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections
Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day
At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day
Sung to the tune of ‘Climb Ev’ry Mountain”
Where’s my Viagra,
Where is my pill
She’ll be here in minutes
Destiny to fill
Where’s my Viagra
I’m feeling ill
What if I can’t find it
Time will not stand still
The first time we met
I’d too much alcohol
And now what will she think
if I’m not standing tall
Where’s my Viagra
Where is my pill
I can hear her sighing
as I’m losing will
Oh my!, there it is!
It fell out on the floor
It’s my last one, you see
I’ll reorder for sure
There’s my Viagra
She’s at the the door
I will climb that mountain
Who could ask for more
Time has no boundary here
In between worlds, it transforms as I am
Some days I see it run;
There I stand still, awake
Perched on the mountain swaying
Other days I see it crawl;
Whispering to me in secrecy
I begin my descent through the void
Backwards the clock turns;
Allowing me to sleep in contemplation
Swirling all the pieces into a dream
Time sometimes grows rigid;
Anxiously awaiting my arrival
The keys dangling in my face
Many times I have seen it slip;
Beguiled by the foolery that is hidden
I find joy within the small miracles
Lesser times it skips a beat;
Momentary lapses of memory come
Forgetting where I left my vessel
Then time heals the disconnection;
And I, once again, step into the clearing
Strengthened by the flames
‘What is this strange place we find ourselves in,
Trapped in the open, we are free within’
If I pretend and spin a thread, would it pull
You closer to the soft center of my web?
If I gave you my mouth and swallowed my pride
Would you smile or laugh out loud from deep inside
If I were to wink would you see the grief trapped
In eye ink?
Would you see the calm bravado
in my never-blinking eyes
If in the dead of night I screamed out in pain?
Would the inclement weather, let me flow with the rain
If we click to see, to capture a feeling?
Would my breath inside a frame, stand still, un-feeling
If we receive a wondrous kiss from a breathtaking view
Would it comfort and cradle cherished things
that are so few!
21.3.22
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