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Rest my heart Lord;
Sooth my mind God;
Give me your truth, Father;
As I come before the alter;
Give me your grace, please;
May I have your mercies Lord;
I pray this day that you grant me;
A solemn peace, grant me sweet release;
Comfort
Comfort
Joy
Peace Lord
Peace Lord, Please God Peace
Jesus is…this is what I’m longing for
Jesus this…this is what we’re looking for
In the chaos
In the valleys
In the asphalt jungles
In the heat of the night
In my sins
In the rims of unnerving plight
Comfort, comfort my people
Come to us Ah! Jesus;
Come Oh Lord come;
Come, come Oh Lord come;
Comfort, comfort my people says your God
4/6/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
-Isaiah 40:1
Powder puff clouds drift in dark dusky sky
Obscuring the moonbeams way up high
Murky shadows dance upon the street
Unnerving passers-by as they meet
Skeletal winter branches wave their fingers
in swirling grey mist, see how it lingers
I hurry past as the shadows frighten me
Their ghostly forms are plain to see
Bright moon peeps round and brings me light
Its shining face is such a reassuring sight
Creepy shadows are slowly diminished
My midnight walk will soon be finished
I hurry home as the shadows slink away
They will rest now and return another day
As soon as dawn breaks, the eerie shadows die
Bright golden sun will illuminate the sky
11~15~15
Why do they call it 'tourist season'
If you're not allowed to shoot 'em
Seems like a great opportunity
To end the over crowding problem
If a house fly loses both of its wings
Would we have to call them 'walks'
Is it possible to have a civil war
Of course not that's just silly talk
Any idea what the best thing was
That came before sliced bread
If a turtle somehow loses its shell
Is it homeless, naked, or dead
I find this saying quite unnerving
“Practice” is what doctors do
And braille on drive-through windows
Find that kinda scary don't you
If a parsley farmer ever gets sued
Can they legally garnish his wages
Well that's enough of this silly talk
At times I go through these phases
© Jack Ellison 2012
Stimulated waves of pirates plank.
Orders echoed, where the parrot sank.
Sensuous bride, with windblown cheeks,
Teeters on the Captain’s ride for weeks.
A head of mighty eagle’s hair, a smile,
That weakens the knee, of wench and bile.
“Throw her overboard, Captain Sir!”
“Aye, no! I do not concur!”
Fine mates prepared the stew in fair weather.
Tore off all the colorful controversial feathers.
Poor naked carcass boiled for its fowl taste.
Heartbroken Captain shook his head, “What a waste”
“Pity, my darling is so strikingly pretty and young”
“Be ye careful, my sweet dove, of trouble that’s sung”
She gulped down her spoonful of stew, with great care,
No desire to stir this Captain’s sea and lose her lair.
She’d step lightly, not venturing a creak, from now on.
Kept vigil of her reflective pond, becoming a bit withdrawn.
Shadows flapping, outside the Captain’s deck, unnerving.
This berated bride, be very careful what words, she be serving.
1/18/2018
Brian Strand’s Middle January Contest N/A
Line Gauthier’s A Stunner January 2018
Asleep in your life, deep in the dream,
When will you wake? It’s not what it seems.
Projecting, accusing, constantly afraid;
Shunning salvation for the tragic dreams you’ve made.
Then, without warning, something occurs,
A glimpse of Reality; but you’re really not sure.
The unnerving disruption in the matrix of your life
Leaves you shaken and stunned, weeping for more.
The Matrix trembles and your world begins to shimmer and shake
The Tower is toppling and all is now lost.
Gone your illusions of grandeur, and dreams that you make.
Now is the time; today is the day to turn again towards the Truth.
It was there all the time, deeply hidden from your view.
Maybe you will yawn and shutter, and yet again you’ll turn away,
But the Soul remembers you are Spirit awakening,
remembering freedom in this way.
In small, mounting moments until again the scale is tipped,
Epiphany strikes at the heart of the dream,
Breaking through narrow cracks where Reality has slipped.
Wake up! Wake up! Open your heart to the Truth:
Your power is boundless,
Your oneness forever complete,
You never left God's glorious side;
Never, in your most insane violent Dreams.
You never felt tears searing pain, never really died!
It’s a dream, a movie, a comedic play.
It’s a lie; an illusion
That can be simply brushed away.
You were never in danger; all remains forever well.
Release your mind right now from this self-created hell.
Asleep in your life, so deep in the Dream,
Wake up! Wake up! It is not what it seems.
“Deep in the Dream” © Chula Fleming 4/1/2024
Maybe there'll come a day in the future
When tourists flock to Canada for fun
They say that Florida will no longer exist
Ontario will be the new place for sun
Weather patterns certainly changed a lot
For about the last decade or two
Recent patterns can be a bit unnerving
Big changes for me and you
Should we assume this is the new norm
Just try our best to get used to it
Or is it a glitch and we'll soon return
To the way it was as kidlets
It's what the predictors of global warming
Would have us believe to be true
I'm skeptical about this dire assessment
My thoughts... how about you?
It's sure not too late to turn things around
With dedication and will of us all
So let's get onboard, let's all do our part
Let's show 'em and answer the call
© Jack Ellison 2013
There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken
With legs the size of your arm
Kentucky Fried Chicken would sure love to know
The name of this progressive farm
Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature
The implications are immense
Imagine a leg on your plate so big
You wouldn't know where to commence
The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern
If the patrons viewed this poor old bird
Before it was rendered suitable for your gullet
It looked hilariously absurd
The cross eyes were caused by trying to eject
A super sized extra large egg
Probably gave the poor bird a hernia
Before passing it, for mercy it begged
Such is the way of us civilized humans
Thinking of our bellies all day
Paying no attention to these cross-eyed chickens
Trying not to end up on our plate
© Jack Ellison 2014
I was sat up on the bus last week
And I saw a little boy who was staring at his feet
His mama looked away eyes bleaker than the day that surrounded us
Grey clouds hanging densely in the air around us
Cold skin stiff limbs it’s was unnerving the way nobody seemed to speak
So to speak it was unnerving the distance I felt between
Oh to speak with my fellow human beings
Felt unachievable
I should not feel so disconnected from my people
I want the warmth and the light that I know you have inside let it out let it breathe and maybe you’ll receive a little love from your people
You have to give to receive
I know you’ve heard it but have you seen
What it is to feel the love that you sent out
Wrapping around your chest in the moments that you’re feeling spent out
The weight on your shoulders compressing just a little less now
And I know it seems a burden to give when your feeling low running on empty
Give me space give me time I want to be alone
No you don’t
There is a beauty in shared vulnerability
There is a peace in connecting through our humanity
And I know it’s a little bit scary
But don’t you push away the ones who felt the same
Don’t be afraid to show your pain
We are the same
Summer sun dipped itself gradually
Unclear, pale became the horizon slowly
Making it feel sad, in the fading light, but
Meeting point of the earth and sky
Erupted suddenly, with numerous faint glows when
Replete with their twinkles and cool soft lights, the rising moon and
Stars up there, sprang from nowhere to cheer up the horizon,
Unnerving the spreading darkness, and
Not letting it take a foothold out there,
Soon turning its sad mood to a joyous and celebrative one
Enchanting the meeting point yonder with holy ambience
To make it look as a betrothal of two newlyweds, under star lights.
Contest: Summer Acrostic
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Date write: 19.6.2014
Reflection in the mirror is mine,
My image in an exposed grasp.
What does it think; what is on its mind,
Does it care; will it cry; might it laugh?
Looking at my twin; that other me,
Such an unnerving and troubling act!
It’s not only just what I see,
But unsure who it is looking back.
Appears the image knows me better,
Than I even know my own true lot,
Free, bound by some immoral tether,
Or pretending to be what I’m not.
Persona that looks deep in my soul,
With searching and haunting eyes that pierce,
Must you be so alarming and bold,
Longing for both of us peace and rest?
Difficult to listen, hard to hear,
Headmaster that is lecturing me,
To be open and never to fear,
Truth endeavoring to set me free.
Jesus Christ, blessed Lord and Savior,
Cleanse my life of all sin and decay,
Help this one reflected in the mirror,
To look himself and You in the face.