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We are all born angels but gradually grow
into men;
A few of us, though, do angels remain,
And you, golden you, are the like of them:
You whom Paradise led me to
And back to Paradise leads me daily;
Whom Fortune fished from my dreams to
lay by my side...
If you wish me love, wish me you,
And if I should make you happy, make me
hubby!
Then for a day you’ll be my bride and forever
my pride.
And side by side with hearts, sweat, & tears
entwined
We’ll each day labour at the blessed wheel
By whose fateful spins our home shall be
steered
Towards destinies atop golden hills
That Heaven wills as our dwelling place.
Cassio Laps Wondrously
An open porch, gifts spritely legs
on all his fours, meows he begs
so opens I, a tuna can
not be prepared, a stray in tan
that came to be for many years
a wandering did set in fears
yet his return continued on
meows are heard, that be his song
untimely death outside our door
car screeching sound could not ignore
near fronts our yard, the roses bloom
midst stands a cross neath lies his tomb
heartfelt love, receptive wills he
laps Heaven's milk, eternally.
2020 August 23
*1st Place*
All Pets Go To Heaven
~~Constance La France
I come from the twilight
Of dusk to dawn
Yet I can't stand
All around me downtown
All in up and around
Signs saying of "Whites Only"
Mustn't go into that café or restaurant
Funny, thing tho!
My soft money green, my hard money silver just like yours
With all this and all that
I am so glad so glad that
God ain't no respect of persons.. . .
GOD NO COLORED GOD
My blood bleeds red, we all have bone marrow tissue
Blood flowing through our veins
If I were hungry and stolen some bread would you prosecute me
Yeah I stole because I was hungry
You won't give me a job yet if I had yours I be making $1.64 cents an hour
No need to feel sorry for me
I didn't make myself I am brown, blue, black, charcoal gray
You still react no more signs labeled "Whites Only"
Now they're posted permanently in your minds
Different land masses hills, valleys, blue grasses
GOD NO COLORED GOD
The white supremacist, KKK, skinheads only the bad Muslims not the good
Anyone who believes in race/color separations
We're all brothers (God Is no color GOD)
We're all brothers not about the skin its about the soul;
We're all brothers not about what's outside but what's within
We're all brothers
God a No Color God
He's spiritual not natural
We're all brothers all colors NO colored God
God is a no Color God
God not a colored God He breathe His spirit into modern clay now we're in
dependent voices with free wills
Choices all knees will bow "White only-Colored Here"
The good the bad ravished happy sad black brown blue purple orange hues Red white you choose cause
GOD NO COLORED GOD
06/21/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2014
This, at least, you’ll understand:
I act upon my mind’s command.
And it reminds my seething heart,
of other men you’ve torn apart.
I do not say that you are cruel,
though I fear you live without a rule,
and do not move to curb your p’wr,
over us—so in the hour,
of greatest plight, we lose our sight,
and our wills crumble from your might.
You, by glancing sight disarm,
the best defense, and then you harm,
tempting by your wordless ways,
illusions crafted to amaze,
the hearts of men, and then we sin,
trying to take your hand again.
You do not want us, it is true,
you must not see how we want you,
or else you let us burn within,
and watch with eyes too cold to win.
Forgive me then, I seek to live,
not pour my soul into a sieve,
for you to drink in your own time.
I will not let you break my rhyme.
1 June 2016
Why am I a love-sick, dead-broke loser
in love with a rich and affluent girl?
A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her?
(I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!)
I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich,
youthful and full of promise and prospects
(for her): but I'm none of the above, which
makes us at best love's unlikely suspects.
Ironic that the love of my bleak life
is beyond my abject, penniless reach
and past my hope of her being my wife:
barriers that harsh Fate won't let me breach.
But God they say can move heaven and earth
for those of unlike yoke to meet His goals;
now and anon He moves those hearts of worth
which He wills and unites as entwined souls.
My intertwined shrine, beating eternally within a cosmic trochaic, as min
Mystic troubadours tell tell heart, shalom, I beseech thee to stay calm, oblivion
In articulating the orator prodigy, they too, let me down with the subtlest clue, refrain
Serenity taken a vow, to greet the suffocating spur, speech impediment to rush , her lame
T’was plethora a remnant efforts of lonely mourner days and nights, so long to belong
Sonorous, I was a reverie there, of your playful churn , yours pleasant companion
This day, with you in me , you stay there, festive to know my may
To rejuvenate a soul sharing you and me, splashed once to say, wills met the other day!.
There at dusk, our meeting came a twofold surprise
In the twilight haze, she was where tender grass had grown
Quietly grazing with grace, unaware of eyes
As if an artist painted her for my view alone..
Suddenly, the white tailed doe sensed me watching her
She perked up ears, alert to my presence, yet did not flee
Dare I even break the silence with whispered word?...
Or take a step, per chance my foot might rustle twig or leaf?..
This battle of wills...intense...fleeting chance in time
Making no move, each of us transfixed...unable to breathe..
Nor break this entrancing spell as her eyes meet mine
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Inspired by Brian Strand's contest "Poulter's Measure"
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Life without God would be a big question mark ~
The whys, why nots, what nows, where tos and how wills,
If not for Him, we would miss that joyous spark;
Life is a composition of divine stills,
Where God's present in the hills and the valleys,
The whys, why nots, what nows, where tos and how wills;
Without faith in Him, we will not feel at ease,
The whole creation declares this simple truth,
Where God's present in the hills and the valleys;
Man does not know if he will die in his youth,
Or live to a hundred, only God can tell,
The whole creation declares this simple truth;
His thirst for peace, Almighty alone can quell,
It is His pure grace that we're alive today,
Or live to a hundred, only God can tell;
Accept God’s hand in your life, you won’t feel grey,
Life without God would be a big question mark,
It is His pure grace that we're alive today,
If not for Him, we would miss that joyous spark.
17th April, 2022
11 syllables per line
N/A in "An Original Terzanelle" contest
Judged on 5/4/2022
Resubmitted to Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance" contest
Sitting in an open meadow
To the call of whipper wills
He places his pen in motion
As the winds calm to a still
Nature turns to bend an ear
To what he has to say
The stream near by so crystal clear
Slows down in its wake
The words flow out in rhythm
As mighty eagles soar
Distant thunder clouds cry out loud
Urging him for more
He is natures poet
Brought forth at this time
To bring nature back together
In simple poem and rhyme
But the poetry isn't so simple
As rhyme flows through near by wood
Mother nature relinquishes the reigns
All for the common good
Every living thing feels the power
In this poets pen
Waiting for the perfect timing
To where all can begin again
With life back in balance
He travels to where it is he came
Until we are in need
Of natures poet once again