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"Life offers divine moments that can only be shared with an angel."
~ by poet
Softly, she swaddled me within the warmth of welcoming wings
I shared my shadowed secrets, then she spoke in subdued voice
'Do not dwell in darkness and despair for your sweet soul sings
of sorrow for your sins. Repentance gives you reason to rejoice'
'From the courage of confessing comes clemency of concession
You have found favor with God and garnered His good graces
He has heard your heartfelt words, and my own in intercession
Our Father forgives you, and with empathy, eagerly embraces'
Tenderly, she touched me, tempering the torrent of my tears
Held me close, calmly confiding, 'Your bane of burdens I bear'
When her weeping wet my cheeks, faith freed me from fears
My adoring angel sighed, 'Persevere by praising God in prayer'
Then her golden gossamer wings fluttered their fragile feathers
Graciously given to me was a glorious gift. Solace cut the strings
that kept my suffering soul trussed in tenterhooks and tethers,
for I'd been safely swaddled within an angel's welcoming wings.
December 11, 2021
"A" Forms Contest sponsored by Constance La France
Ingrained in human nature of guilt source
Fear exposes my need for divine force
God props me with, “Fear not… I am thy shield…”
So I triumphantly trust His best course.
Instilled for betterment in every heart
Fear drives me toward reverential start
Assured by “The fear of the LORD is clean..."
Thus from His guidance, I should not depart.
Imparted with desire for righteous goal
Fear propels soul to seek advancement pole
Amidst Christ’s “Fear not, for I am with thee…”
For the fulfillment of entrusted role.
Inflicting as worry, despair and doubt
Fear pulls my grip toward vanity clout
I pray, "...Unite my heart to fear thy name..."
Enabling my service of blissful shout.
*Luke 8:50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only…
August 28, 2021
5th place, "Your Favorite Poem Of 2021" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/23/2021.
BELIEVING PLEADING AND PRAYING-
So I am receiving a thought
That I love humanity,
And in this thought, like God we’re one
What do not want anybody lost?
For in Him when we turn around
In Him we are graced and redeemed
BELIEVING PLEADING AND PRAYING
That none of His children be lost
~
And before I go to sleep
Thinking each and every moment
I believe
As I ask myself
So do I pray for this His people, or lift up a cry or prayer for them
Do I believe and plead when I pray
BELIEVING PLEADING AND PRAYING
That none of His children be lost
~
Or do I ask in forgiveness mercy Lord Father God set a petition from mine heart
Is my prayer even heard I will not hear them in the time that they cry out
Cry out
O cry out to the Father that’s in heaven
BELIEVING PLEADING AND PRAYING
That none of His children be lost
~
Because of their trouble, my Jesus has nailed their sin unto the cross
That none of His children be lost
BELIEVING PLEADING AND PRAYING
That none of His children be lost
8/16/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Yearly - for a spell - I come calling,
not unexpected.
But there are times my travel may be slow.
On such rare occasions when I’m late,
you’ll look and see the mountains’ crowns
remain uncovered,
and in the valley, meadow grasses
dance with gentle breezes,
reveling in verdancy prolonged.
Other times, I roll across the prairie bellowing.
Assassin of startled vegetation,
I wield a force God-given,
and even dry terrain, where soil is sand,
might feel the touch of my icy hand.
And though I be unwelcome,
I’m certain there’s a moment
you look out on a pristine field
where I have softly laid my eider down
or to a street now silenced
that strangely gleams in peaceful white.
Or maybe you gaze up at stately mountains’
lovely snow-capped crowns,
and in that tranquil moment,
you are awed.
For John Freeman's "the Pictures of winter Poetry Contest"
I said to Xavier, "Tell me what's up".
He said, "Nuthin'" and I said, "Yup".
It didn't seem like much of a conversation.
So, I said, "You'll have to excuse
me, but tell me somethin' I can use.
I'm looking for some good information".
Xavier said, "Son, it's all in a name,
and I'm awfully glad you came.
Sit down, and listen up".
Xavier wasn't known for his coffee brew,
but I said, "Sure, but may I ask you
for a cup?"
"When your name is announced,
it's best if it can't be pronounced.
Does it start with X or Z?,
And whatever kind of name you got
pick one that goes well with Cugat -
that's what I call poetry."
The minute I finished that coffee cup,
I cracked my knuckles and I stood up,
saying, "It's been a pleasure."
You might be surprised to hear
that conversation made my life clear...
helpful beyond measure.
Now, I understand, it's not the name.
A man or book is just the same
underneath its cover.
And while Xavier told me the opposite,
I've always felt he's full of "sh**".
That's what I'd discover.
And there's something else I found out
when we drank beer and caught some trout -
I hope he doesn't hold a grudge.
That guy who shoots off his mouth like that
every time we chew the fat?
His real name is Justin Smudge.
salt drops upon green ashes when we lullaby for lives of grandma’s, mothers
grass still growing in thunder
where bending we plant some mint
breaking free from cage of conditioning
a sea of blue grass appears
verses, emotions, lamentations, directions
buildings in flames, people are marching
the ALL arching — unwinding
blue-green grass grows, waving
fevers of life washing away
hopes fly in spaces, meaning unknown
manœuvres, thanksgiving, we observe
create, leap as sun appears smiling
we unfill ourselves, unfill ourselves
grass still growing in thunder, waving
I sit in a mist
how is this to be, chlorophyll filling lungs ?
news tramping a quiet garden
pause, unfill, catch a chirp
grass just grows, waving ~
breaking free from cage of conditioning
unwinding ______
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Honorable Winner : Allpoetry: Rapid-Fire Free Verse : Theme ‘Grass’
April ‘26
[ Poet’s Note : Rapid-Fire Verse is a verse written on a particular theme, without left brain intervention, as much as possible. It is written within a few minutes, as right brain & nervous system interprets theme. This type of automatic writing allows a Poet to see how effectively the right brain has absorbed poetic technique. It moves one into whole brain functioning which is how the Ecstatics like Rumi & Kabir wrote. In my view, Rapid Verse is different to channelling, as it comes from inner direct experience, whereas channelling a poem often comes from another energy in another dimension. ]
Where are we headed
Where do we go
The snake is two headed
It’s bite is close
In the garden of eve
Will we persevere
Is this maroon mystery
drenched in black fear
Or do we get it wrong
Thinking too much
Is all really predestined
After the apple touched
Lips longing for fruit
Forbidden or not
Who says you are a fool
I cannot only God
We think we are smart
flying silver drones on Mars
We explore stars
And ignore inner hearts
Where are we headed
When we can pollute our earth
Ignoring the aftermath dreaded
Raping the environment like jerks
Do we think we can
Outsmart Mother Nature
Come up with a plan
For when we have to face her?
Where are we headed Mars?
You think we will get a new start
When we blew our own earthly chance
Ignoring the Universe in charge?
Will there ever be total peace in the world
Or am I just a silly old goon
As long as loonies want more than their share
Even want a piece of the moon
Good people of earth will forever resist
When countries get too big for their britches
And want much more than they're entitled
Like a bigger share of the world's riches
They risk the chance of destroying our planet
Destroying it for their own greedy plans
They can't be allowed to accomplish their goals
The future of mankind is at hand
These brutal subhumans must be stopped at all cost
Their plan is usually world domination
Sound familiar? Reminiscent of World War II?
Must avoid the same contamination
So with the time I have left of a wonderful life
What a fitting climax it would be
To wake up one morning before getting the call
Finding all world's people are free!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Remember when you wake up each morn
There are those who'll never see the dawn
The brave who gave their lives so that we
Could live out our today's peacefully . . .
No standing out in the pouring rain
No seeing the sun come shine again
No rainbows painted upon the sky
No stars gleaming bright when night is nigh.
No wedding bells chime, no wedding rings
No happy family gatherings
No tiny hands to cherish and hold
No nursery rhymes or stories told.
No arms to give a tender embrace
No kisses upon a special face
No whispering of sweetest nothings
No excited homecoming buzzing.
Remember families that have grieved
For loved one's who were sadly deceased
Tragically hurt or traumatised
Precious sons, daughters, husbands and wives.
Remember!
11th November 2020
Shall I dare think of him?
The darkest glistening eyes,inviting me to sin.
Profoundly lost, when soft sounds from his throat called.
Twas a full moon Spring midnight in Chicago.
My goose pimpled back caressed by warm brick walls.
Your hands on my hips,time carved,never erased.
A grin, wonderfully naughty, I will remember.
Closing my eyelids in a forever springtime night.
Yes, yes and yes...Then, no,no,and no.
His young butterfly, ever so softly moaned.
Enamored and lost in his twilight net.
Would that I could turn back the rigid times and be!
With you, your velvet-winged monarch butterfly.
Your most willing captive, most joyfully caught forever.
Come now...cast your net~my willing imprisonment.
February 9, 2020
Midnight PST