Star Dust Molded
Upon the all-encompassing walls of my four cornered room, hang
six generations, three ghostly spirits of my forefathers and mothers,
three generations, living shadows reminding me of who I am, who I owe.
Star Dust, Genes, {{ not blue genes }} nature, nurtured , influenced
by all those one has interacted with throughout a life time in this plane.
One’s Family, mentors, peers, coworkers, bosses, Friends and Lovers.
How does one reconcile what and who, in this melting pot of predisposed
influences was the guiding light, the forces that molded an already formed,
perfect vessel, into the image who stands before the multitudes encountered.
B. J. “A ” 2
September 30th, 2026
Molded
from your tender hands
I am fragile
learning life's lessons daily
Smushed lump of clay,
molded plaything;
Such a spoiled brat.
We
who
are
molded by affection
of God,
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
If there was a poem for every I love you of yours
That weighed more than I'll see you later
Poetry wouldn't exist
And that's why I cry, not your absence
So, by the time I drudge up the energy for goodbye
I digress, I'm done wasting time
p.s. I'll never let poetry die...
Kiss you giving me,
the breath of Life;
You held me molded me;
Turn me into a light
Wth your Holy hands;
oh! God you made me from the ground;
The dirt and clay you mold me
Lead me to the ground, this land now I stand on;
I am thankful I'm so glad you did;
Kissing me, molding me;
4/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Why? Are you here;
Molded clay with a soul;
You're living by the breath of God;
Plants and animals do not have what we have;
And yet we all share the hands of a living God ;
He who makes us what and Who We Are ;
He who made the universe and the Stars ;
And He plan it everywhere every will !
He instills Who we are;
Are you I am a living soul?
4/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Harvested molded clay
when you lose your way
Jesus is a way maker
Jesus finds a way
He's right there at the harvest
'Im soiled clay God molds me
2/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The valentine candy was old
It was covered with brown mold
She slapped his face hard
It gave him a hair part
Then put him in a nasty choke-hold
skipping joyfully to a snowflake dream tonight
i am five years old again....maybe six
Santa Claus is causing me an obviously sleepless night, but i'm smiling
the beach is so dead it is alive
though the breeze is relentlessly cold, i do indeed feel revived
the surprising peace and quiet reintroduces my rare smile to Charlie
flowers once again for her
i never cry, but i choke back the tears
she thanks me by the whispering wind of her listening ear
in that beautifully delivered moment, i have no hint of fear
my Carolina blues are temperamental
the warmth in the frigidity is getting harder to find
the back roads smile for me as i watch Queen Phlebotomist smile relaxingly in slumber
my soul has survived many facets of weather
my soul has weathered many masquerade parties thrown by seductive versions of melancholy
happy endings, unbeknownst to me, pours Revivals of Soothing Rain.....on my soul.....
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME.....
SO GOLDEN......
SO SERENE.....
As a molded clay
Shaped by laborious hands
Cracked in the outside
Symbol of the brunts of life
Choosing to rise from ashes
Example For Victim Or Victor Contest
September 13, 2016
What shimmers in the shadow like
Behind the shadow of these eyes
Twilight and the tryst
Of time we cannot list
But if my love I list the hours
Spent beneath the woeful powers
Of sun and moon and simmered star
The hours will not get me far
Bound in circles round the sun
And circles make our hearts undone
But there is final beauty in the place
Where sunlight falls on wintr’y palace
And all the portals of the sky
Are frosted silver in the night
There-my love-my soul is spent
On memories-but not again
I cannot rise-I cannot wake
Tis crueler than a deathly state
For if a broken soul may writhe
And pass beyond its mortal rim
At least in passing it doeth give
A glint of what once was lived
But I like stone am molded o’er
Till crumbling turn to dust no more.
An old friend made it like blossom in my soul,
All I was feeling was blood rush in the deep core.
It wasn’t just friendship that brought two of us so close,
We were hoping for so much more leaving behind the sore.
All i could understand about her, was the angelic nature she hold,
But who knew, it was just the double heart she had mold.
The way she uncovered herself to me was all I knew,
But the molded heart opened up to me like rotten stew.
I never thought, it would turn up to me like this,
For all i just was waiting for the little bliss.
The world pretended to me like gratifying & liberated,
But it ended up the other way which I had most hated.
All she possessed was the "Nature fake",
And I felt like washing my hands in the dirty lake.
On every step she just tried to prove me wrong,
With all this I knew it’s not going to go too long.
From all this I have learned a lesson to remember,
Trust only those, who have heart like divine messenger.
Just turn out to this world, the way you are,
Because later on it just gonna left like a dirty scar.
-By (Gautam)
Dated on – 20th Dec 2014
Lofty mast
Romantic blast
His replica cast
Paper flowers wilt fast
Will childhood memories last
A year and Sunday since he passed
dipping my paddle in and out as I go
down main street of the wilderness empire
where the road is made of water
and the wooden poles hold branches not wire
twisting through the changing banks
of a gentle but still thunderous river
while an approaching mellow darkness
causes the birch tree leaves to shiver
and the setting sun flickers like a candle
through the trembling branches as it says goodnight
but the storm wins the race and smothers the sun
before it had the chance to fall out of sight
as nature is one of the few places where
chaos and tranquility walk hand in hand
and there is no script for what will happen next
when the elements rule over a nameless land
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