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Today I suffocated by an anger of disgrace,
of misplaced sentiment I face.
Bent judgement...
a hoard of unwanted guilt wilts up my mind,
sews a fine quilt stitched with hardened hands
as life itself expands and harbours my heart...
I am ill...
love ill of the blind leading the blind.
I find thoughts of others crippled, hung in time,
a sublime sequence saturated by what we don't see.
Souls chained...
Captive in selfish delude,
of prude ways reigned by ignorant bliss...
I kiss your mouths...
Leave my disgraced taste upon your lips.
Locked and sealed I dare you to breathe in
and feel the pain within the pain you bring
as I am ill...
love ill of the blind leading the blind.
I find love in unexpected ways,
through the windows of the day's unopened door
I pour out my soul on this canvas I create,
an ornate gesture filled with desire,
of dreams I've acquired in an unforgiving world...
I hold out my heart and I cry a little,
for I know it's torture before its fate...
Heartache before the gate of grace.
Sacred Gratitude
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding
When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and unforgiving
I am grateful to receive
Simple nuances of pure magic
Breathing into my being
Allowing a journey to the place
Between here and now
Standing in dense forest
I approach one of the gentle giants
Her redwood bark burned and blackened
Fires and history tattooing her skin
Fury red growth emerging
Her new coat of velvet delight
Limey baby branches
Make their way to the air
Thirsty for light
A deep hollow near her base
Where I can walk inside
Blackness..soft spongy bark
Touches my fingertips
A dreamy pause
Almost silent
An internal space
Quiet gratitude as I look up.. up..up
Hundreds of feet to a circle of light
Glimmering above
Sunlight trickles in
Kissing my eyelids
Diamond dust reveals
Her burnt underbelly
I stretch my arms up high above me
Sliding them into the sleeves
Of her gigantic branches
As I become her
Arms...limbs full...stretch.. radiating
Rising up ...my head tall
Viewing nature’s mesmerizing tapestry
Woven yellows and greens
Meadows, springs, water lapping nearby
Echoes of bird calls
A white snowy owl lands on my limb
Quiet gratitude as I see her blink
Her wise old eyes
Rotating her white feathered head
Counterclockwise so she may see
The entire circumference
Of her surroundings
Oh dear owl
Sister of the universe
I hear your silent whispers
Feed my soul with your insight and wisdom
I am grateful for your guidance
As I journey through subtleties
Of acceptance, challenge, and bliss
Arriving at compassion
For life and for others
Humanity is essentially good
Though, his good works oft times fail to measure
Some people live in their evil;
Some choose to relish the wrong choice
Unholy, unforgiving
But most of all ungrateful
essentially good
yet ungrateful
When people reject your heart
When they ridicule and put you down,
don't give up
don't give up
don't give up
let us not get tired in well-doing
Just keep doing, cause Love conquers all
At only the right time Love will thrive
don't give up
don't give up
God's with us
don't give up in your well-doing
All those refusing to join in
The Love in
don't give up on the angry
don't give up on those that refuse and ignore you
Love your neighbour as yourself
Learn to love regardless
People will(may) shun you
Disrespect run from you
don't give up
don't give up
God's with us
don't give up in your well-doing
All those refusing to join in
Love in
don't give up let's not be tired
of doing good
For just at the right time
if we just keep in mind
We will reap a harvest, a harvest
We will reap a harvest, a harvest
a grain of blessings if we just, don't give up
6/21/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Galatians 6:9
Time for a showdown with my ruptured soul,
because I have come to the breaking point;
no more- the sad past has taken a toll,
I will end fear and express my viewpoint.
Time for a showdown and confrontation,
living in the dead past is not living;
to stay this way will be my damnation,
I accept life can be unforgiving.
Time for a showdown and decisive fight,
from this day I lock away my deep grief;
I will look to the future with delight,
go away sorrow that comes like a thief.
Time for a showdown with my battered heart,
new paths are unfolding so past- DEPART.
___________________________
March 6, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Time for a Showdown
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1001-747-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rhyme Battle X: Showdown
sponsor, Juli-Michelle
Ninth Place
Oh Death, thou art a cruel and fickle foe,
Whose shadow looms o'er mortal life below.
Thy grasp, a cold and unforgiving hand,
Doth lead us to the undiscovered land.
Thou comest swiftly in the dead of night,
And steal'st away our loved ones out of sight.
Thy scythe, a deadly tool of final fate,
Doth sever souls from bodies animate.
Yet in thy grim and somber countenance,
There lies a certain air of elegance.
For Death, thou art the great equalizer,
And all must bow before thy stern visor.
So let us not fear thy approach, but know
That thou art but a gateway to the show
That lies beyond this earthly plane we see,
Where we shall live for all eternity.
When the tar-soaked rain cascades from ominous clouds,
And the oceans roar with Poseidon’s might,
As the screaming ground heaves beneath your careless feet,
Will your deadly heart remember the last 39 minutes of my life?
When tears stained my scarred cheeks,
And I cried out to the heavens, scrambling for your hands,
But you ripped them away, leaving me to stand alone—
Knees shaking, feeling so frail,
Begging, pleading, breaking.
I can no longer taste hope,
Nor feel the warmth of light ignite my dreams.
Darkness swallows me, piece by piece.
Still, I called out your name, but only silence reverberated back.
I could feel Death's bony fingers wrap around my neck,
His black cloak covering every bit of my flesh,
Barely able to utter a sound,
And only the dying color of my eyes piercing through.
I look in your ruthless direction with fear,
But you turn your callous back toward me,
Letting me succumb to the pits of despair.
As my heartbeat stops and death takes its toll,
My spirit curses your unforgiving soul to eternal damnation.
I care and I search for the favor of God...
grateful for breath of life, strength to pursue fulfillment-bliss
as His steward, assured with victory over indolence.
I care as I search for the grace of the Lord...
along eternal life's joy, midst moments to smile while at work
even trying to touch someone with lovingkindness.
I care while I search for pardon from the Saviour...
admitting my complaining manner, discontentment over blessings
unforgiving attitude, towering pride, overwhelming selfishness.
I care likewise to search for hope midst prayer toward the Almighty...
that my faith would increase toward helpful deeds, love would indeed flourish
and wisdom would abound against grievous choices.
I care indeed and I search for the way and truth, exalting Christ...
while leading others to His peace with jubilant heart and glad* spirit.
*Psalm 70:4 Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified.
July 7, 2020
edited on October 5, 2023
1st place, "What to Search For" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 10/11/2023
The ragged edge of life
haunts the future.
I have seen it – watched it
witnessed its wickedness
cringed at its callousness
its unforgiving finale’.
The rasp of its voice
chortling in collusion
with languid lungs
accepting defeat
but not yet beaten.
Heaving at great expense
to haul ashore
one more day
one more sunrise greeting
one more sunset farewell.
Gentle breezes
torture its weary form
strain its weakened sinews
splinter its gnarled branches
hum a farewell.
Would that it were
a long walk
down an empty trail
leaving no signs
of our passing.
But if we lived
we left footprints.
How easy will yours be
to follow.
John G. Lawless
3/19/2022
'Neath the restless waves of the unforgiving North Atlantic,
Rests the rusting hulk of the 'unsinkable' ship Titanic!
Alas, 'tis another example of the foolishness of feckless man,
Demonstrated in so many ways since the dawn of time began!
Her designers touted her as the safest ship afloat.
They proudly boasted that she was a grand and luxurious boat!
A respected and experienced man was Captain Smith her master,
But he made a fateful decision that resulted in her disaster!
Mr. Fleet espied the ghostly berg lurking in the murky gloom.
He sounded the alarm, but seconds later she met her doom.
Due to fatal errors by man, the berg her hull did stave.
Fifteen hundred precious souls now rest in that watery grave.
Tycoon and immigrant alike sailed on that maiden trip.
Class distinction was strictly observed aboard the fated ship.
When waters swirled upon her decks and grim disaster loomed,
Class mattered not when they realized that they were doomed!
When man in his petty pride doth too boisteriously exclaim,
That his follies are indestructible, he's doomed to certain shame.
'Twould be well to heed the Scriptures and its proclamation:
"Tempt Not Thy Creator" - and that needs no further explanation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
100th Anniversary of the sinking of the "unsinkable" Titanic.
there's little sunshine these days,
and despair blows like a cold wind.
It rains, and rains, and rains.
state of affairs go from bad to worse.
Innocent souls perish in a war-torn nation.
the fog of hopelessness hangs in the air
for a downtrodden struggling to survive
in the mean, unforgiving streets.
a child's life hangs in the balance;
accidentally struck by rat-a-tat of gunfire.
what is going on in the world?
all birds, but the mourning dove...
keep silent in the meadow.
the praying mantis has seen better days;
It's arms folded in hope that
tomorrow is a brighter, better day.