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We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden
And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl
Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream
That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement
Know very well how to rise above the holy terror
We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife
And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs
Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around
With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed
Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants.
We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul
And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle
Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air
That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance
Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples
We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs
Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
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June 13, 2016
For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Becca Teagan
JESUS IS THE PUREST THING- -
Jesus you are
The most beautiful thing, you are
Jesus you are, you are more pure than
Diamonds, Diamonds
Purer than water, living waters
Purer than sucrose, pure sugar, sugars
Even tho! Born as a man you’re spiritual and holy, holy
You are more purer than…
Ash, Ashes
Ash is the purest thing in the world
Jesus you are, you are more pure than
tin, sulfur, and gold
Oh! Jesus you are, you are puerer than
Salt sodium chloride
My Jesus is the purest thing;
My Jesus is the purest thing;
Jesus you’re, you are the purest thing..
Jesus My Lord, My Life, My King you are purer than(just anything, anything)
More pure than my soul…
And I never want to let you go
Jesus you are
The most beautiful thing you are
Jesus you are, you are more pure than
Crystals
Purer than water,
Purer than sucrose, pure sugar
Even tho! Born as a man you’re spiritual and
You are more purer than…
Ash, Ashes
My Jesus is the purest thing;
My Jesus is the purest thing;
Jesus you’re, you are the purest thing..
O'Lord you whom were born
You are purer than anything
And you are Holy and Worthy sworn
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true,
whatever things are noble, noble
whatever things are just, just
whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely,
whatever things are of good report, report
if there is any virtue, virtues
and if there is anything praiseworthy, worth worthy to be praise
—meditate on these things Hallelujah Amen
Jesus, Oh' Jesus you are the purest thing
Jesus, O' Lord you're the purest thing, Hallelujah Amen
5/16/19
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Inspired by Philippians 4:8
Rolled out of bed
Kissed the woman I wed
Made sure the dog was fed
Then strolled over to visit Farmer Fred
Fred I said, “Charlie Kirk is dead!”
Freds eyes glistened, and his face turned red
He grabbed his bible and from it he read
(Jeremiah 5:21)
Hear this, You foolish and senseless people,
Who have eyes but do not see,
Who have ears but do not hear:
He paused a moment, scratched his head
Flipped some pages, continuing he read
(Revelation 21:8)
But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable,
As for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolators
And all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns
With fire and sulfur, which is the second death.
He closed his bible and bowed his head
This was the prayer that Fred said
Dear God,
Please open our eyes so we might see
Please open our ears so we might hear
Grant us the courage and faith to stand against
Murderers, sorcerers, idolators, and liars
Free our land from sexual immorality
Keep us from being detestable in your eyes
Provide us wisdom so we might discern and test
The spirits that come to us in our day
Teach us how to recognize good fruit
For grapes are not gathered from thorns
Or figs from thistles
I ask this in the name of our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ
Amen
I stared at Fred just for awhile
Then I inquired with a smile
The political divide in our country is wide
Both sides accuse the other of lies
“It’s hateful to disagree with me”
Is the mantra I so often see
Which side is right and which is wrong?
How are we to all get along?
Fred flashed me his famous wink of the eye
Then he made this cryptic reply
Peoples minds have to change
Everyone thinks they know who’s to blame
Here is a test one might apply
If you found when you read this epistle
It made your mind begin to bristle
You are the problem and you need to change
You are the one whose mind is deranged
The deceiver of man is your greatest fan
For he is guiding your political plan
By Year Of Eighty, national maps were burning into ghost,
And borders melted from the plains down to the iron coast.
The pain of one was pain for all; you could not shield your heart,
And so the body cast aside its armored, fractured part.
Lysander’s chest, once tightly bound by narrow maintenance zones,
Expanded with a lighter breath that dissolved the heavy stones.
His lungs forgot the sulfur taste, forgot the powdered rust,
As crystalline networks cleaned the planet's toxic dust.
He rose out of the elevator shaft, his ancient, sunken floor,
To stand beneath a changing sky that was not iron anymore.
The bruised and heavy grey had turned to topaz in the night,
And down his elongated arms, the moss left tracks of light.
His crooked back began to straighten, lifting toward the sky,
As if a hidden hand had pulled the willow stalks on high.
No longer short or weighted down by ancestral despair,
His form grew fluid as a wave, and elegant as air.
His skin took on the silver sheen of silicate and dew,
Mirroring the architecture where the spires grew.
The columns of frozen fire rose from the ash-decay,
And Lysander stood beside them, just as luminous as they.
The masters of steel were melted down, the warlords turned to dust,
Replaced by tall and graceful forms that traded not in trust,
But lived within the absolute, transparent tide of thought—
The final, silvered monument the First Thread had brought.
There are many Bible lessons to be learned
some maybe minor but others are not so
really important to follow what God says
regarding divine words learn not to say no
Lot's wife's experience is well known
a real warning that God you must not ignore
our Sodom needs are left so far away
not letting it pull us in to be nailed to its floor
God is always true to His word
what He says He'll do that He will
as Lot's wife found out to her cost
be sure to wait on the Lord being still
Remember well the consequences of sin
as Sodom and Gomorrah suffered God's wrath
God poured forth His judgement upon them
this our lot when walking not His path
So fix it in your mind real deep down
keep looking ahead always, not back
you don't want to change into a salt block
better to look to Jesus in Him you won't lack
('Never look back' Genesis 19: 23-26)
(' The sun had risen on the earth when Lot came to Zoar. Then the Lord rained on Sodom and Gomorrah sulfur and fire from the Lord out of heaven. And he overthrew those cities, and all the valley, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and what grew on the ground. But Lot's wife, behind him, looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.')
We ventured out one summer morn
to meet up with the rising sun,
the trip began at Castle Rock;
we joined the others for the run.
Inside a truck stop restaurant
the club debated where to go,
some wanted south to warmer lands,
the others north to find some snow.
We decided north and south were out;
most choices were too far to roam.
We voted to go east instead,
all wanting to stick close to home.
Mount Saint Helens made our list
and looming Mount Rainier did too,
we flipped a coin; let fate decide
which roads we would be riding through.
I picked that coin out of the air
and slammed it down just like a boss.
I raised my hand and all could see
that Mount Saint Helens won the toss.
We topped our tanks and checked the tires,
then lined the bikes up in a row.
One final check determined that
this biker run was set to go.
The Pres pulled out and took the lead
His panhead chopper screaming loud
The rest of us filled in the line,
the one percent, the few, the proud.
With colors flapping in the breeze
and engines gleaming chrome and steel,
the club was on the road again,
expressing all these things we feel.
The knucklehead was running smooth;
with you snug up against my back,
we made the perfect picture love,
you clothed in white and me in black.
We wove around for miles and miles,
until we claimed the mountain crest,
then, near the famous lava tubes,
we finally stopped to get some rest.
We pitched our tents and made some food
then we decided to explore
the holes that held the lava tubes,
the sulfur springs and so much more.
When we were done it was full dark
the only light a crescent moon
so we returned to find our tents;
the morning light would find us soon.
We washed ourselves and changed our clothes,
then settled in to spend the night.
Near dawn we woke and 'saddled up'
prepared to ride before first light.
Within the creeping shadows,
do you think you can find me?
Before chaos implodes my soul ~
I’m lost amongst childhood
memories, pounded to ash and dust,
clouding my sight,
as silence stifles my screams.
Whilst rivulets of water collect
around cracked soles,
cold liquid rushes
with each word left unsaid,
rising as foreboding
talons scrape against the ballast
stones of despair.
Spiritual hunger gnaws at my insides,
pain filling a closing throat.
O Helios Flare,
burning the crystalline odyssey,
sailing through sinister sapphires ~
I let my muse
spill cues of clemency,
allowing the salt of stillness
to kiss the bronze bones
beneath my quivering skin.
As I taste the f e a r s ,
the trembling turmeric
of the sun I once loved ~
soaked in
t e a r s of the dragon,
for you and for me.
Yet will the green-eyed gales
ever know, ever feel,
the truth I have traced?
The caged nightmare
that bound my gossamer,
leaf-like wings,
taming me to a gruesome game
of bleeding blame and bruises,
as though I were fated
by the blaze of kismet ~
to be the chained dreamer,
drowning in darkness,
choking on unspoken sorrow,
suffocating on splitting stars,
oblivious to the opalescent
shimmers of moonlight
singing within these vain veins…
So tonight, in muted midnight,
I write ~ and I weave ~
swaying to sulfur-laced,
gustless breezes,
all whilst the choir of dead dreams
serenades abounded hopes,
departed in fractured equilibrium.
No longer able to stay
afloat amongst raging riptides
of repressed trauma, I plummet
into the seas of tranquility,
hoping to emerge
b a p t i z e d by the
empathetic estuaries
flowing through heavens...
In the beautiful garden I walk confused alone on an immoral path;
Maze twilight so swollen blinded at perseverance stance;
My paths intersect my crossing tormented spiritual wrath;
Following a sinuous trail and never mentioning another chance;
Turning heads, living souls maze spiralling points burning ash;
Alas, I am maze that I am trapped inside molten sulfur blast;
Puzzle options I no longer have as my soul so ablaze ion cast;
Twisting, burning, gnashing, biting at me vision now a haze;
Now lost entered now and forever heated in a blazing pit eternally;
In a wall as many captured in yet but only one way out spiritually?
6/27/20
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
I placed my sword down in the snow
outside the dragon's lair
and breathed in deep the sulfur smell
that hung in the clean crisp air.
and lo' my heart was heavy
weighted down by my fear and despair
I thought of the king's only daughter
whose beauty was both fragile and fair
The reward was both silver and knighthood
to the subject who braced dragon's den
we started out sixteen and twenty
now our swords numbered fewer than ten
and as the snow fell I called to the others
but found I was now on my own
so i placed deep my sword in a snowbank
then with dagger in hand moved alone
the dragon blew patches of fire
but I leapt fast the fiery blaze
to scale fast the neck of the bellowing beast
and drive in the point of my blade
now when snow falls my queen always
chides me; " be still with that old dragon's tale,
don't you listen to a word that he tells you. It
seems he's had too much ale."
Oh, living, breathing star
how beautiful you are.
You pulsate from afar-
our cosmic avatar.
Life beats inside your heart
that rends dust-rays apart
so elements- impart
the gifts of which we're part.
Life's building blocks you spread-
earth creatures- your seedbed;
your precious prize, widespread
from richest dust- inbred,
with sulfur, nitrogen,
mixed well with oxygen;
and carbon, hydrogen-
add phosphorus- life's spun.
Oh, living, breathing star-
your heartbeat is bizarre.
Dear God did raise the bar-
has made you what you are.
March 21, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 6
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/09/2020
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Star's Heartbeat
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 03/22/2020
"The crucial elements for life on Earth, often called the
building blocks of life can be abbreviated as CHNOPS:
carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, and
sulfur. For the first time, astronomers have cataloged the
abundance of these elements in a huge sample of stars."
www.space.com