Inspired by the fact that Stevie Wonder is a blind musician, yet has never been impeded by his disability to achieve, here am I… persisting to do my best to help my special child attain triumphant milestones.
Ascending amidst impossibility's attacking angst
Bravery blossoms, boasting of blessings
Cleaving to commitment with clarity
Defying despair, disability-distress…
Endeavoring with exhorting excitement exuberantly
Faith toward fruition freely fuels fulfillment for
God guards and guides by His grace…
Hoisting with hope, healing heralds healthiness
Inspiring against infirmities toward what's impossible* to impart impactful
Joy so jubilant to fulfill tasks in life’s journey despite jeering jury…
Kindled with kindness...
Loving my special child toward his liberation
Maximized by milestones, magnify mercy with miracles...
Not and never impossible through the Lord Who nourishes and nurtures.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
April 11, 2025
1st place, "Stevie Wonder" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 4/16/2025
There once was a guy
who wanted to try
to wrap a girl around his finger
but he met Ginger
who immediately saw right through him
and took him to the gym
where they started exercising
and formalizing
their friendship
before they went on a field trip.
Ginger took him to a farm
where she maximized her charm
and let her new friend do all the work
before telling him that she could never settle for a jerk.
Childhood naughtiness midst innocence-glow…
my special son exudes such with glad show
unmindful of “Mother’s Dos and Don’ts” blow
in his sign language, “Yes, I can follow”
asserted by prevailing thumbs-up flow.
Persisting to optimize freedom zest
he drives his wheelchair with maximized best…
playful insistence of naughtiness-crest
turning room toward messy toy-filled nest
as balls and blocks are seen from east to west.
With his contagious laughter of delight
while basking in exuberant bath sprite…
my child of innocent naughtiness blight
keeps on wetting me despite gracious plight
affirming well that I will be alright.
My heart thanks God for granting patience-gain
and wisdom, too, along rearing terrain…
when counseled due to naughtiness-caused pain
my son gestures “I’m sorry” with smile-stain
acknowledging that at home, peace* should reign.
*Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.
March 4, 2022
5th place, "Naughty yet Innocent" Rhyme Poetry Premier Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged on 3/6/2022.
Mental ability
More on left hemisphere
Mobilizing neurons
Maximize mind power
Memory flows in waves
Motioning all logic
Motor exudes figures
Oct. 8,2020 11.05pm
Posted after judging: 10/12/20 6.03pm
Part 2
Memorize times table
Music is a great tool
Multiply and divide
Mastery is child’s pride
More Math operations
Made no more confusion
Miss Len’s innovations
Part 3
Miss Len was the teacher
Math problems made easier
Measurements- they did top
Merit badge since the start
More mental snappy drills
Maximized all their skills
Master key to their dreams
Written : Oct. 8, 2020 11.55am
WINNER (See Congrats below)
God’s goodness verily abounding
Prevailed with thankful praise-resounding.
Blessings* encompassed my last year’s nest
Overtaking woes by blissful zest.
Increased trust toward faith altitude
Propelled earnest service fortitude.
Works of sacrificial endeavour
Wafted heavenly as sweet savour.
Afflictions midst challenging trials
Maximized divine love’s portrayals.
Our special child’s milestones … triumphant
Great grants from last year, indeed vibrant.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
November 26, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 5..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/19/2019.
In all honesty I must say,
you really do need more play.
Playtime’s a treasure and a delight;
that, nose-to-the-grindstone is a fright.
Play is really time well spent,
it will hone your sentience.
I know you’re dying to play some ball;
just one good game; we’ll be enthralled.
You know, we both need exercise,
our time together, should be maximized.
Really, does that TV show you affection?
Just have a look, in my direction.
I’m here for you whenever you need;
and all I ask is some love and feed.
You know I keep you young-at-heart,
with the canine wisdom, I impart.
Miraculous
might
meaningfully
magnificent
maybe
mysterious
midst
magnanimous
ministerial
merry
moments
marks
my
Master’s
maximized
moves
magnifying
merciful*
maneuverings.
*Psalm 116:5 Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.
October 23, 2019
3rd place, "Tautogram Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 10/30/2019.
In my mind I was on the six hundred-sixty six-floor;
In Hades
Things weren't well
I need help Satan's elevator got me
so elevated, escalated, heightened, high, increased, all jacked up, raised
I keep pushing the seventh button but the door keeps shut it doesn't open
This moving box extreme, full, hot I'm maximized, peaked, sky-high, utmost lost
Trapped in this electric box that keeps moving at the speed of light
I'm falling, falling scared so hearts pounding I am crying
Sweating think I'm dying vertigo spinning
Doors not opening Satan's still laughing
I'm trapped in a here open up the door
Finally Completed I concluded done ended, finished,
The elevator button has loosened it's unlit seven has lighted up
I've accomplished, achieved, attained, compassed, realized
My freedom the door now opens guess what I'm in heaven
Dead in this elevator defunct, extinct, kaput I'm absolutely expired
As I open my eyes and wipe the sweat off my brow
”DING”
I realize I'm on the seventh floor door opens I'm in heaven
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)assignment
Life*
God’s gift
treasure-grant
...to optimize...
exalting His name
by faith’s power
...maximized...
through His
grace.
God
braces
my blest life
...humbly offered
...for His ministry....
seeking Him first
while reaching
out with
love.
*Romans 6:23 ...The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
May 23, 2019
Edited on February 1, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE 12..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/1/2020.
Coexist in complexity
A perplex proxy of our galaxy where exotics exist
Exhale the excessive vexations toxic to expansion and relax among the obnoxious exposure
An example of expanded thought mixed with textbook genetics
An extrovert flexible to the exceeding paradox
Excited to be the exemplar, to exit and convex from the parallax of proximity
The nexus between over exquisite luxury and existentialism is the elixir to this maximized hex we were coaxed into
Explode in the mixture of climax and detox,
Expelled in rebirth of the matrix
The phoenix complex exhibits flux and exalts us to a higher axis
Beyond this matchbox mindset we extol
Perhaps I am the privileged one
Perhaps the one who disqualified your vice is one like myself
For after all, if equality is truly to be achieved
We are to see the weaknesses and the strengths
In the potential of all in harmony
Am I wrong?
Perhaps you are criminalized for your own sake
For you inhale to stifle; I swallow to expand
But buttresses are buttresses
Am I wrong?
I am the maximized self; you are yourself without reserve
My standing comes from those who chose your vice before me
But who am I to choose?
My vice is not condemning; my humanity no greater than yours
But any time a man is placed above his brother
That man’s flaws are revered
Not by human nature, but by condition
Perhaps that man was me
Guarding over you, my brother
Perhaps we can agree that he is all of us
Am I wrong?
Inhale; I swallow
Release; I regain
For the one who has known despair will choose a path of consciousness
Your awareness is my degradation
Am I wrong?
Should I apologize for my antecedent insult to your reliance?
In all insults are a hope for harmony
Can we live in harmony with our sins?
I wish to make a case for justice
For I feel quite justified
Here at the court
of love's dominion
My grievances surely
Will be satisfied
Your crime is one that's so egregious
A crime of passion multiplied
The details of a sorted sort
May likely cause a strange division
Yet I choose to trust the jury
I beg them to be unified
I thought your ruse was so ingenious
A love noble and dignified
Yet here today in this report
I desire for once a fair decision
For in my heart there is a fury
That I believe is justified
Your beauty rendered me delirious
My once sharp mind was simplified
Then I became a meager sort
Captured by our sinful indiscretion
For you not once was there a worry
That our love could not be sanctified
These charges layed, were very serious
Yet today they were not satisfied
It seems justice, came up a little short
Leaving me to draw my own conclusion
You fooled the men upon the jury
Your sexy looks, fully maximized!
If only Justice had been truly blind.
Your Heart would surely be confined!
For Justin's "Love Justice" contest
No one knows how he feels,
unable to speak,
he can only rely
on his eyes
to share what lies
beneath.
Hot topic on the news and
in hospitals,
Mommie wonders,"why him",
Daddy says, "I can't win"
and the story begins.
Controversy and disbelief,
dreams deferred and no relief.
Research incomplete.
The world shatters and
no one exists beyond right now.
Stomping and frustration
maximized silence to loud.
No words yet creativity at its best,
spiritual connection observed
while attempting to rest.
An angel, a catalyst for change,
limited but potential so far out of range,
tears crawl.
"NO MOMMIE, ITS NOT YOUR FAULT!"
Donations, sacrifices and education,
prayer and communication,
with those who have overcome the devastation.
Autism, is not a fatal condition.
Is is an opportunity to have faith
in God's position.
Only special people can change the world.
ONE DAY U WOULD REALIZE !!!
Dear,
One day U would realize
Ur decision to leave wasn’t wise
I always tried to maintain Our ties
But U had so much faith on someone’s lies
For which now , I M paying the price
Dear,
One day U would realize
Ur path is just a compromise
U never responded to My noble tries
Which always gave Me surprise
Dear,
One day U would realize
Without U My heart always cries
Without U the mind never stabilize
Without U the time never flies
Without U pain always maximized
Dear,
One day U would realize
I was never like those mean guys
I lost U here but not in paradise
The love We shared never dies
I hope U would soon realize
-----YASHU
World abandonment
vanity infests
greed escalates
charity nullified
Competitive paradise
prices uncontrollable
hunger staggering
debt maximized
Honest lost
integrity futile
words misconstrued
greed rapid
Equality vanished
pensions minute
labor intensified
jobs down sized
World absorbed
humans consumed
profits soar
mortgages abandoned
World immobilized
composure lost
hope desperate
destruction eminent.
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