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I read a poem when but a youth
That inspired me to something simple see
When I was young and in poor health
A regular man I wanted to be
I worked and prayed to be the best
At the simple things in life I knew
My health got better and so did the rest
With the struggles in life I grew
Now math was my passion from little up
Though I had to leave school when only a tween
My learning continued for I wouldn't stop
From someday obtaining my dream
You see a dream that is followed
Will take you as far as you can believe
So for me subpar would simply not do
For I had much more to achieve
Now I would still get my schooling
Though I needed no school to learn
I would get the info from wherever I could
A high school degree in time I would earn
Now manual labor is all that I've done
To earn a living you see
But I am still working to overcome
For a regular man I still want to be
Now a regular man continues to work
To be the best that he can be
He doesn't give up when things get rough
But will overcome mountains you see
My life I feel is far from through
For there is much more my faith can see
I know with Gods help what I will now do
Yes a regular man I will someday be
Wrote August 11 2015 Written for the Childhood Dream contest.
We sat upon the rocks, my love and I
Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea
And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky
I asked her, with my ring, to marry me
Now it was not to her, complete surprise
For we had often talked of marriage, soon
Yet 'tween the Tanzanite to match her eyes
A limpid diamond now shone with the moon
And while I'd worked so hard to fill her needs
To tend our bloom of love and help it grow
That ring so cut my heart, (and still it bleeds)
For back it came with one sharp edge of "no"
Then, as I rose in soundless rage to leave ...
I gave our love and that damned ring ... a heave.
Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com
The Monk of Mock has fled the flock caught knocking up a tween.
(She brought to light the special rite he sought to leave unseen.)
With profaned eyes they agonise, their souls no more serene
and at the shrine the flutes of wine are filled with kerosene
by men unkempt who once had dreamt but now can dream no more
except when bellowed bellies belch an ever growing roar,
which churns the seas and whips a breeze that mercy can’t ignore,
and in the night, though filled with fright, they try to end the War.
The slow and quick are hurling bricks and fight with clubs of rage
to break the chains and cleanse the stains of life within a cage,
but yield to stings of armoured things that crush in every age.
At crack of dawn, a broken pawn, in pools of blood and fire,
attends the wounds, in blood festooned (the waves flow nigh and nigher),
while ghetto towns are burning down (the flames grow high and higher);
and in their wake, a golden snake is rising from the pyre.
Her knees are bare, consumed in prayer, applauded by the Friar,
and soon it’s clear the end is near - while magpie birds conspire,
the lowly worm is made to squirm while dangling from a wire.
The line was crossed, the battle lost, the losers can’t deny,
the residues are far and few, though smoke pervades the sky.
The cool wind’s cruel, a cutting tool, the vanquished ask it “Why?”,
and bittersweet, from Easy Street, the Pashas’ puffed reply:
“The rules are set, so don’t forget, the rabble will comply;
the grapes of wrath may make you laugh, the day you are to die.”
The down and out, they knock about beneath the barren skies
where homeward bound, without a sound, a ravaged raven flies.
Beyond the Walls, the morning calls the newborn sun to rise,
and Peter Pan, a broken man, inclines his head and cries...
End
There's usually a balance tween sad and happy
Somehow my brain's out of whack
Certainly not saying I'm complaining or such
Am I different or weird or cracked?
Cracked or broken, ah maybe that's it
Can only go by what I have learned
Ya gotta be careful, must proceed with caution
If not, you'll surely get burned
The best thing to do is just take it slow
Emotions can mess up your thinking
Tread ever so lightly till you're sure it's right
Then full steam ahead without blinking
Someone out there is just waiting for you
When you find them you'll know right away
The trumpets will blow, the bells will ring
Every day will be a red letter day
I'm no expert but after seventy-nine years
I've come to an astounding revelation
From the moment we're born till the day we die
Every day's an exciting celebration!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Who are these men who walk this ground,
of cinders, smoke and fire?
A tightrope stretched 'tween life and death,
they balance on that wire.
A load to bear, they feel the pain,
and pray for tranquil summer rain.
Their eye is kept upon their goals,
to save some stricken, tortured souls.
With lessons learned, from fires burned,
they'll face this test, no time to rest...
A job to do, but what they need,
is strength, and luck, and true Godspeed.
Their choices tough, the hour late,
then comes a wicked twist of fate.
With vicious strokes, the devil's hand,
sees fit to trip a fire-man.
As he drops, he takes a breath...
and falls in toward the jaws of death.
The devil’s henchmen laugh and grin,
and begin to raise their glasses…
But Phoenix-like he spreads his wings
and flies out of the ashes.
Copyright © 2002
Ever so Royal She sits Before me
Answer a face luminates
Her nose Embraces my aroma
my sense blessedness
connect holds her intelligent
WOMAN IN THE GOLDEN CHAIR
such a beautiful mind articulating
her shoulder her shoulder blades
that's you heavenly
her breast nervous the infant children babes
her stomach belly feels filled with saturated vegetables
and fruits her inner thighs of the prize
WOMAN IN THE GOLDEN CHAIR
that holds creation the inner cave of the Covenant
Twit tween husband and wife precious faith
the fruit Humanity comes through the opening from Heaven's Gate
to vessels shared her legs holds her torso
upper part of her body for sure her feet
WOMAN IN THE GOLDEN CHAIR
the bottom houses one of her soul the whole foot is attributes for every part of the body
it holds sitting in the golden chair
sitting in the golden chair
is the love before me as I stare
WOMAN IN THE GOLDEN CHAIR She Who Sits Before Me Beloved Beautiful
I stand in place getting down on my knees
and pray and with raised eyes
WOMAN IN THE GOLDEN CHAIR She Who Sits Before Me Beloved Beautiful
open glory mine eyes tell the story...
to the woman in the golden chair
The sky screams,
air is thick.
Seconds like days,
years 'tween each tick.
Tit for tat the raptors dance.
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow.
Foundations shaken by spat of foes.
Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill.
Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today.
The scars still remain,
Unbeknownst to they that tread.
Earth still feels the pain,
Still feels gelid winter's dread.
On Aging Gracefully
It seems that while we’re here on earth
we spend our time ‘tween death and birth
in growing older and it shows
how fast my body ebbs and flows.
Allowing time to contemplate
and reminisce before too late
how far I’ve come to this fair place;
they say I must age sweetly and with grace.
I know my body’s not the same
as when I started in this game.
It’s not the same; I know it well
at least as far as I can tell.
I take my glasses off my head
and place them near me by my bed.
But can I see? Oh, not a bit,
my eyes are bad, I must admit.
My ears have aids which compensate
my lack of hearing to this date.
It stimulates some thoughtful chat
though misheard words account for that!
And then my teeth, I have to tell,
are soaking in a glass as well.
They smile at me with toothy grin
until I put them in again.
My chest has fallen to the ground;
the hair I have is grey, not brown.
My chin has twins, nephews and nieces;
my face has lines and lots of creases!
I have no special muscle tone;
I am no longer “in the zone”!
I see a mirror and I scare;
don’t know the guy who’s standing there.
At five o’clock it’s time to eat,
sit by the table; off my feet,
but let not much pass by my lips
or it is forever on my hips.
My body’s cursed with indigestion;
my singing often comes in question;
my breathing breathes out gasps and wheezes;
each morning starts with several sneezes.
I yawn with nothing to yawn about;
I yawn inside; I yawn out!
And napping’s not a dirty word;
refusing naps would be absurd!
My body aches, I feel each pain
and ask when I’ll feel good again.
What happened since that time long passed
when I thought wrong my youth would last?
There is much more that I can mention
of doctors trips and drawing pension.
But here’s the truth I have to face:
they say I must approach this age with grace.
But will I take it lying down
till I am six feet underground?
Oh, not a bit; there’s not a chance.
I’ll not give age a second glance.
New Day Dawn
The sun has risen the night has flown. All but yet we acknowledge are in action are sometimes in a state of being
Stagnated I myself lack of growth was receding and development lingering procrastination of my goals. Flowing slownessly aimlessly stuck. In of not doing anything. Now He's my Father everything changed my mindset. To make things happen instead of waiting and non-reacting. All while awaiting the nudging of the higher call. I must proceed Within Me I stick I stuck myself allowing God to get me moving. I said I stand I walk now I'm walking in a new mindset I'm active and my development. Yet out of inactiveness now I'm moving toward my inside out if I am not careful I can become stagnant Spiritually but I'm delivered not to be unalert in what God is doing around me. Uncertainty avoidance fear of making mistakes indecisiveness I draw on His love His power within the strong tower. I am actively not being inactive I'm walking, walking in Him further now
I must...
~Do not conform to the patterns of this world, to be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is His good pleasing and perfect will
~He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Jesus Christ
~The way of the lazy man is like a hedge of thorns, but the way of the upright is a Highway
Before the future even now tween heaven while now here on terrent earth. I want to be on His Holy Highway traveling on
The Bible the gospel, Leads us to Jesus
I'm walking unto Him
Jesus paid the price for me, now I am free
11/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Referencing
Romans 12:2
Philippians 1:6
Proverbs 15:19
My early twenties found me oft' a cad -
A scoundrel, nonchalant and fancy-free,
So casual of sweet hearts and a tad ...
Too focused on finesse and ecstasy.
I walked a line, precarious and slim,
'Tween gallivanting and my dignity ...
A crave for women, gathered on a whim,
As many rendezvous as I could flee.
I saw romance as something of a feast -
Thus tasting all the treats of life's cuisine ...
Until a broken heart revealed the beast,
And all the travesties I'd come to glean.
One unique damsel made me acquiesce ...
Despite my errors, loved me ... nonetheless.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Standard Contest Number 90 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "New Poems (8 Difficult Words)" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Sponsor.