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You are called for greatness and I have equipped you with all you need to successfully walk in all that I have destined for you; it is up to you whether or not you choose to accept the challenge
"Every detail that makes you who you are is different from the others. Your identity is not found in others, you are special and perfect in my eyes."-God
With me is wisdom and strength, I have counsel and understanding. (?Job? ?12?:?13? KJV)???
"Every goal that you want to reach in life can be reached but there will be obstacles and distractions that will penetrate you and convince you to take another route. DO NOT TURN AWAY FROM THE ROAD I HAVE SET BEFORE YOU!! For I am your shelter and refuge in me alone is where you will find your strength."- God
No matter how difficult the road ahead may be always remember that all things work together for the good of those who love me and are called according to my purpose
Without counsel purposes are disappointed: but in the multitude of counsellors they are established. (?Proverbs? ?15?:?22? KJV)???
Every purpose is established by counsel: and with good advice make war. (?Proverbs? ?20?:?18? KJV)???
I will take you to higher heights everything you are going through now will make you stronger and bolder only if you trust wholly in all that I am. I have called you to fly. I am guiding you let me take the lead. You have been destined to lead a generation but in order to do that right you must let me take the lead in your life. You are my child and I love you more than you will ever know. There will be times in life where you will feel like giving up, but that is not an option for you. For I am with you everywhere you go and I have proclaimed that I will never leave you nor forsake you my light shines brighter than brightest light house in the ocean. I am filling your heart with a fresh anointing of my spirit. Embrace all that I am in your hearts and never forget that you have been called for greatness!
young whippersnapper brain
pours out her last idea
flicking adjectives into dirty dumpster
nouns prance off, disgusted
without elaboration or fancy descriptions
verbs take the lead,
kicking their adverbs to the curb
your nuances no longer welcome,
a mob mentality
seeking satisfaction in a brick alley
prepositions begin to arrive at the front
under the discarded boxes
searching through the rubble of the day
one climbs up the filthy trash heap
jumping into a pile of overused words
word play being what it is,
startling, laughing, loving gerunds arrive
carrying participles on their backs.
They cannot stop hitting, hurting and killing each other
Stop! Title yells. I want some kind of legacy.
I have no words to add, being mute and respectful of my elders
I am a mere homophone,
too consternated to know these two warring factions
well enough to take sides.
The vow
Strip the black man of his color
And the white man of his tint
Don’t forget the brown, the yellow
Even the red man, get the hint?
Make them colorless and pasty
Let us see who’ll take the lead
Who will feel intimidated?
Will the color clash proceed?
And is it really in the color
In the tint and in the shade?
What then if we mix the colors?
Does that mean it is a trade?
Do we trade our inner beings
When we unify our hearts?
When we unify our thinking?
Is that why we’re still apart?
Are we so afraid of losing
Our worth and our place?
Could that be the very reason
Why we won’t give each his space?
Let us therefore do the stripping
Strip the things that don’t allow
Us to see that what’s of value
So let’s all just make this vow
’I will not see just a color
But a person, yes, a soul
Whom I will respect and honor
From now on that’ll be my goal.’
Wendy Nipas
Lollygag and Lallygag were told to make a plan.
Both hoped the other would, and promptly forgot
For following through and doing work for the man
Is something that neither one followed through or sought.
Neither moved forward, thinking the other would take the lead.
But Lollygag and Lallygag were neither up to speed.
They had both made a practice of lazing most of the day.
Not actually doing any work, just taking jobs away.
Two of their minds might have come up with a play
And created a plan if they had any ambition or care.
But they both wasted six good hours, their usual do-nothing day.
Furious with each other when their jobs. Unfair!
Those that pray ALWAYS are not dead;
Those that hunger are not fed;
And those that fall on their knees;
Are they, do they, do they lead;
Well, well, now the book is always here;
And all you have to do is just open it;
You can't fix a wrong, if you don't know what wrong is;
And you can't repent from sin, if you don't know
What
Sin
is
Those that pray ALWAYS are not dead;
Those that hunger are not fed;
And those that fall on their knees;
Are they, do they, do they lead;
So go on and lead yourself, do wait, don't delay
and just Lead yourself
Lead, lead yourself
Lead, lead yourself to Christ, Christ;
Read, just read, read His words God's words;
From the bible
with this and other things you need to do...
and you shall have eternal life;
Those that pray ALWAYS are not dead;
Those that hunger are not fed;
And those that fall on their knees;
Are they, do they, do they lead;
Both the saved and unsaved;
Will one day ALL fall on their knees;
I can't wait for the new Garden of Eden;
As I keep believing
So I pray ALWAYS because I'm not dead nor will die;
And I feed those that need, yes even I;
And with them we all fall on our knees;
I will try, yes I will take the lead
As the Book is opened He's standing at the door
knocking. . .
Everywhere, everyone is looking...
(He's standing at the door let HIM IN)
IN APPRECIATION LIKEN UNTO DAVID'S SONGS
APPRECIATION PSALMS OPEN THE DOOR FOR THE LORD
Written words & Arranged music
by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian(TM)2017
from forth coming anthology " I AM A Witness unto YOU"
Living life in hypnotic trance
With ego, forged an alliance
Enmeshed in a web of desire
With fearful thoughts, daily, did dance
Propelled thus along orbit dire
Trauma bonded till we did tire
Shifted track, got innocence back
Tranquil mind, no longer afire
Free from ego’s savage attack
Blissful heart no longer felt lack
Mindful eye filtered thoughts of greed
Infusing joy, our inborn knack
Fused mind and heart, riding love’s steed
Became light, in thought, word and deed
Pastures of our mind now fragrant
Allowing love to take the lead
Soul void centric, our heart content
Erst ego cravings decadent
Divine mind, Garden of Eden
Living light, self-luminescent
21-March-2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Forks over knives
shattered
where the heart is
frozen.
Great expectations
love me or leave me
home alone.
What lies beneath
the notebook
can't buy me love
without leaving a forwarding address
back to the future.
Before night falls,
sense and sensibility
climb an angry mountain
to kill a mockingbird
for love.
The birds
take the lead,
homeward bound.
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
to catch a thief.
Stolen kisses
fly away home,
up
the spiral staircase.
Wings of desire
smile
for your eyes only.
Places in the heart
return to me
with your permission,
face to face.
(Each line is a separate movie title.)
Proudly exclaiming the benefits
Apposing thumbs and a superior intellect
we as human beings are in possession of
Isn't it then amazing and inconceivable
How amazingly stupid and gullible
we are
Like for instance paying out hard earned
money over in order to purchase a book
Shamelessly entitled
How to Win the Lottery
By someone who has no quams admitting
HAVE NEVER IN FACT ACTUALLY EVEN
WON THE LOTTERY THEMSELVES
Or come close or have any evidence or
basis to back this theory up
And not only buy it in the 1st place but
read it and buy into it as well
I often wonder if our family pets must
sometimes look at us and think
Seriously
Who on earth though it was a good
idea to leave you in charge
And are you taking me out for a walk
or am I just indulging you
Maybe that's why I take the lead
Because your not obviously capable of being
left to your own devices
Without guidance
In the game of basketball,
It's up and down the court;
Ready to dribble and shoot,
Each player shows his worth.
One cager emerges superb,
From every angle scoring;
He drives hard to the basket
As the fans stand, cheering.
He plays the center role,
Standing six-foot-eleven;
Armed with two big hands
As well as long fingers ten.
The heart of a champion
Beats in determination;
Either offense or defense
Has an ample attention.
He knocks down three-pointers,
Doing fade away jumpers;
Hauling down big rebounds,
Like a machine in four quarters.
He leaves the defenders in shock,
Using his lateral quickness;
He issues lightning-quick assists,
Highlighting no-look passes.
Taking fouls from ferocious foe,
He is strong in body and mind;
He goes straight to the stripe,
Making free throws from the line.
He blocks every single shot,
Making a fruitful fastbreak;
Doing double crossover
To put an icing on a cake.
Hard to stop catch-and-shoot,
Points his team pile up;
But the other wants to take the lead,
To emerge and win the cup.
In the last two minutes
The score is tied at 99 all;
The great dribbler dunks,
Wanting not to lose or fall.
After the tie-breaking shot,
He steals from the point guard;
He wants a step-back jumper
Done by the power forward.
But behold the other quintet
Defending so very tight;
The lead remains at two,
Until they make it all right.
The very exciting game
To overtime period goes;
As both clubs deliver,
Trading every shot that flows.
With half a second remaining,
To give up no one does want;
After the last full time-out,
Both hope to be in front.
The ball now is in his hands,
The score is still the same;
He makes the last shot to earn
The best player of the game.
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.