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It was a special party of a rich personality
All big and known names with there
I too was invited because I knew a family member
Not used to attending big parties, I observed others
All ladies dressed in best attire flaunting their beauty
Males trying to impress females
All trying to demonstrate they are the best
Each boasting about how great he is
About costly purchases made, his achievements
I wondered what are these people trying to achieve
Boosting their egos
Trying to be number one
What will they get by doing that?
Real beauty lies within
Real achievement is not in spending on self
but in helping the needy
Isn't humility the greatest of all virtues?
A world of lies
A life of pretence on borrowed money
So much just to impress others
Is it not stupidity?
Or
May be I am different.
Date: 12/19/2020
Inspiration : Party folk contest by Julia Ward
I reject all your religion,
in favor of myself
Those spewing virtues dogma,
often kill, with little felt
I reject your revelation,
with the truth inside my heart
I surrender your salvation,
from your guilt I live apart
I challenge your commitment,
when the road gets hard and long
The good intentions you submit,
Hell’s words without a song
I reject all faith in platitudes,
and your threats—both veiled and not
I refuse to live in servitude,
and tied to what we’re not
I will reach inside the goodness,
born to each and every man
I will choose to see the wonder,
of those souls who say “I can”
And as I look beyond tomorrow,
to that place we call today
I will live in thanks for who I am,
—and not to whom you pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I COULDN’T TALK ABOUT IT SO I WROTE A POEM
For months I had worshipped her;
But only from afar.
A girl with that star-quality
Would not look twice at me.
I’d watched her across the classroom
And on the playing field.
More that once I had almost approached her
But couldn’t bring myself to speak.
I would only have blushed and stammered.
And then came inspiration.
I would write her a poem.
I thought of writing a sonnet.
That’s a romantic form.
But that would have called for rhyming
And rhyming can get in the way.
Of what you are trying to say.
And, anyway, the rhymes for ‘love’
And ‘desire’ and ‘heart’ and ‘soul’
Had been used a million times before.
So I opted for free verse.
I would just say it as it was.
The opening line was corny, I confess,
“There is a girl,” I wrote,
“Who makes my every day worthwhile.”
And then I extolled her virtues.
Her flaming, chestnut hair,
Gently caressing her neck.
Her startling hazel eyes
That sparkled every time she smiled.
The gaiety of her laughter.
I didn’t mention her shapely legs,
The swing of her hips,
Or her burgeoning bosom.
Not at this stage.
That might have given her the wrong idea.
Rounding off with a hint of my hopes,
I slipped it into her school bag
At the end of the day.
The next morning she met me
At the school gate, poem in hand.
She was very touched, she said,
And flattered too.
But, if I wanted to win her love,
I would have to work harder.
My poem was fine as far as it went.
But it didn’t even rhyme!
Not even a ballot box can change the word etched
when God has left man to his own independent council
Choice of error has crept into every corner of society
rights have been turned upside down undervaluing natural law
Which in it's content is engraved deeply and implanted for a genuine reason
vices are desires that sickens even demons
Ruling against eternal justice reeks of an awful sinful soul
what is wrong with the world today let us see
They are afraid to speak the truth openly and democratically
instead virtues and morals are fed to the lions
The first victim removing freedom
weighs heavy chains attached anchor dropped
Because of them having very little faith
sinking beneath par they applaud the sinner
removing peace fire breathing with shame and hate
Condemning everything which is good
with twisted malice beastly shaped with doctored views condemned
it will end soon when everyone awakens
from their sorrowful pitied state
In this special world:
Authenticity assails apprehensions and apathy
Beauty is braced by belongingness’ blessings
Compassion calls for clamor over caring control
Dedication with devotion defends any disability
Empowering while exhorting expressive exposure
Fostering family-fellowship, forgiving flaws
God-governed, graciously guarding and guiding
Hoisting, helping hearts to be happy and healthy
Influenced, ignited toward impactful inspiration
Jubilantly joyous; not jeered with unjust jest…
In this world of special children:
Kindness kindles kind kinship in their kingdom
Love leads, liberating lives midst laughter
Mercy matters most in mingling with their minds
Nice nurturing and nourishing are nevertheless nice
Optimism ought to overflow as openness is optimized
Prayer props progress while patience prospers performance
Quest for quietude quells questions and queries of quirks
Recognizing their responses renders reaction-readiness
Special is their status; such stature synthesizes social stigma
Triumphantly, they tackle their tasks toward thanksgiving…
In this world of my special child:
Understanding upholds his unfathomable untowardness
Virtues he valiantly values vanquish his vulnerability
Watching him win as workmanship of God* wakes me from whining
`Xpectant am I for his ‘xcellent ‘xpertise as `xceptional
Yes, I yield to Yahweh my son's “yeppi” and “yay” yells of victory-yearns
Zealous to zoom with him toward zenith of grateful zesty zing.
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
August 30, 2024
3rd place, "In a World where I do not Exist" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/7/2024
Chaos of wars and deaths would become the rule of the day.
Floods and droughts would surround around every possible way.
With earthquakes, famines, and pestilence, nature will be filled
Creatures, for no vices of theirs, would be brutally killed.
Kingdoms and nations would rise against each other, you said.
Hatred and malevolence, like epidemics, would spread.
In your name false prophets would mislead everyone, you warned
For walking on the paths of virtues, the poor will be scorned
To upset the order of oppression, you would appear
Fires from your eyes would burn to ashes the satanic sphere.
The heavens will open, and you will descend like a king.
To the arrogant, your judgement would be a threatening
Maranatha, I heard each being calling, Come, O Christ!
Each nook of the sin-laden earth filled with celestial light
Loveliness and grace
were the improper virtues
of a deceitful woman,
who would constantly use
them to seduce a married man...
that was my dad's mistress.
The holiest of women,
bearing through silence
much undeserved pain;
and love her children
she did without visible signs...
unable to toss the destiny's dice.
Dad's heart was defiled by lust,
and still expected mother's trust,
once he slapped me hard
for my rebellious attitude...
he knew his child suspected cheating,
when, most nights, he saw him fleeing.
Cuddled in a blanket on the marble floor
shivering not with cold, but with fear,
I waited for dad when everybody was asleep;
inside that big house I didn't feel secure,
it was a prince's castle hunted by ghosts...
and they attempted to grab me by their arms.
And because I resembled daddy a lot:
confident, virile, strong with the looks of a charmer;
I feared I would have become him and cared less,
without self-affection, sharing a wife and a lover...
and to stop the cycle, I would have kept my sexiness intact,
even thinking of joining the priesthood to avenge my dad's mistress.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
May blood vessels of affection amalgamate within!
And nucleus of compassion, like a fish and its bin…
Enabling ethical thoughts and words, and deeds coruscate,
Like sparks of virtues from fires of wisdom permeate...!
May evils that muddy the pools of purity give way,
To the crystal clear stream of goodness that would come to stay!
Wars and woes like cruel beasts before wildfire flee away,
Peace, like the rhythm of the universe, hearts, and minds, sway...!
When friendship by hatred is broken, may mercy flow in!
Bombs, cannons and missiles turn plows and people's hearts win;
May anything that leads the common human folks to sin,
Like husks and chaffs turn ashes in the fire of God's grin...!
Acceptance in place of rejection, may miracles bring!
Optimism in lieu of pessimism all evil views fling;
May discontentment, weakness, ingratitude, and sadness,
Bloom, this entire year, into bouquets of true happiness...!!!
01 January 2023
By those virtues deposited in my heart;
Amiss those tandem brutal deleted parts;
Memories of prior judgment sinner wrath;
Presently mourners rants when will healing start;
Remorseful and enlighten yet still I'm sad;
There is a virus sin driven this not right;
Urban bound humanity stillborn so mad;
Now so death is total separation blight;
We are forged wrap hinged boxed up engaged and caged;
Deserting yet self-servicing beyond sight;
Where's our divine Savior now is He nearby?
How's that both the moon and sun shines at night;
I offer up my mind and spirit as bait?
Where's hearts delight be it now my soul excites?
The Lion and the Lamb view the Canary.
All with the Robins, Sparrows and Doves recite.
I'm tweeting chirping heart's delight through the cage.
Flocking unfurl feathers moving to ignite?
Demon's drool while being a concreted fool.
I was smiling during the darkness. I see daylight.
All of the flesh of my spirit so unfolds,
I am further delighted in the twilight.
As my head evolves, my soul has spirit wings.
Rises above the height of the heathen burn.
I have broken out of my well-deserved cage.
Out from the darkness now within my eyesight.
Spiritual brights of reflective rainbows.
I am channelling passages virtues holy white.
I'm given freed at last now out of my cage.
Open up to the living God for insight.
Fortunate am I now that I am now so there.
My spiritual birth now lit in candlelight.
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
He speaks of the soul that must,
laid aside all emotions and its dust.
That balance which cannot be shaken,
by misfortunes and its taken.
Before one can see the world of magic,
realizing its virtues ecstatic.
For that within to become an outer gateway,
the peace in itself as determined pave way.
Windows of the soul and solution door,
threshold that provides always more.
The borrowed nature of sublimity,
caught in loving caring spirituality.
The heart hears it and the soul dances,
strength in humility advances.
The exaltation of human soul is divine,
a time and space at hand design.
The wizard climbs through space,
and accomplishes in time at place.
The ever moving life as nature,
providence glorious moments labor.