A NOURISHING CANONICAL AWARENESS
You cannot love God,
Without loving your neighbor:
It’s canonical:-
And neither can you love God,
And not believe in yourself.
How can you love God,
And not all His creations?
Are we not all so?
How can you love God and hate
Others that He created?
You cannot sow hate,
And hope to be reaping peace,
In human nature:-
Human nature’s peace reaping,
Only comes from sowing love:-
Sun
Shining brightly in the simmering sky,
Upon the world, its gleaming light does lie,
Nourishing all, as day goes by and by.
HERE IN THE NOURISHING BOWL THEREOF
Here I am, bowled
And immersed
In the warmth
And awareness
Of peace, love,
And supreme wisdom:-
Not only am I a receiver
But I'm also an ingredient
Of this nourishing bowl
Seasoned with its scented
Appetizing cravings thereof:
How blessed and inspiring
It is to be in the onderful
Oneness and onement
Of this nourishing bowl
Of Supreme Poetry Soup:-
May the entire world’s appetite
Be drawn and satisfied with
The nourishing ingredients
Of this cisterning bowl
That daily overflows
With awareness, faith, hope, love,
And belief in the wonderful oneness
Of the onement of unified humanity:-
Mulligatawny, soup for you,
Uniquely, peppered, seasoned through,
Lots of ingredients, we might use,
Lentils, a mustard seed or two,
Interesting flavours, we might choose,
Garlic, chillies, tamarind too,
Adapting, finding, something new,
Trial and error, tastes good, it's true,
Always learning, that's what we do,
Warming, nourishing, filling too,
North, South, East, West, the whole world through,
Your soulful bowl, of poet's stew.
Grocery shopping seems to now have become a stressful event
The cost of food seems to be rising daily with more money having to be spent
Our very existence relies on what we have to eat, not that bottle of wine
People who give out those free samples, we have to jostle just to get in line
Items that are on sale disappear as fast as they hit the shelves
I think it is time to get some help, possibly from Santa's elves
Some individuals seem to think their shopping carts are go-carts as they weave in and out of aisles
Remember the days you could exchange pleasantries and people would crack a smile
Money may not be able to buy you happiness but it should be able to put nourishing food on the table
Being able to afford things that are essential for some has become a crisis, not a modern-day fable
Business owners are certainly allowed to make a profit
However, lining their pockets while emptying ours seems to be somewhat dishonest
There was a fruit seller named Schaber
And she was a peculiar neighbor
With kids named Cherry
Apple and Blueberry
Who were all the fruits of her labor
Well sometimes she would drop by
And have a weird look in her eye
But that made us wary
With kids named berry
When she offered us homemade pie
Then one day moved in butcher Pete
Who named his kids after meat
Like T-bone and Chuck
Porky and Buck
So at picnics no one would eat
Garden* garnished midst nourishing nature
brings bounty from the Creator of wellness wealth
floral scene shines, presents paradise
like flourishing faith nurtured with care Christ grants
along mercy might and love loads
for unique usefulness, helpfulness heaps
toward thanksgiving bliss, praise-filled indeed.
*Genesis 2:8 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.
December 8, 2021
2nd place, "Alliterisen 2" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 1/1/2022.
Food of God Is Nourishing
Found food of God to be nourishing,
Resulting in all Christians flourishing;
A lonely crucifix, ,
Forever sticks;
What a wonderful way of us being.
Jim Horn
Petals are blowing in the breeze of the wind
The aroma enchanting clever with spice
A ray! A streak of beauteous sunshine
Striking down on my radiant face
The glow - The aura ! A brilliance of place
Hypnotic skies matter of fact in my head
Hues - prominent of color ! A glamour
At dusk and at dawn - I wake
Pondering with sight , I'm fed
Although dormant at night - the eve
With the flower's soul buried in soil
Life becoming with buds flourishing
Yet the raindrops - they nourish too
With the downpours feeding the roots with turmoil
Lightning may strike yet picturesque
When blooming again in the days sun
Cultivating the weed - the seed roots instead
We have a garden blossoming in mind
My eyes - gorgeous flowers I find
In my head - I see in poetics - imaginary flowers
My thoughts in ID ! Heavenly powers..
Let summers' song fall upon my festive face,
Amidst valleys where the nightingales' nest
Lay me down near river's edge to embrace,
Where the gentle breeze and butterflies rest
Let sapphire skies engulf my playful presence,
Where mountainous peaks glaze with glee
Softly surrounded by a perennial pleasance,
As the winds soothe amongst their spree
With a pinch of lavender and emerald green,
The trees seduce the seductive scapes
Where rain washes with a precious preen,
And vivacious vines grace their grapes
Where a serene spirit rejoices to replace,
Let summer’s song fall upon my festive face.
June.07.2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
N/A for contest
NOURISHING BUTTERFLY
butterfly sucking
succulent nectar flowers
eating butterflies
7/27/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Nourishing Fruit
In matters of the heart;
we long to eat nourishing fruit.
04/17/2018
No nourishment drawn from consuming
wolves and lions
It's the harmless tame creatures who grace
the environs
Nature produced them for their beauty and
grace
But now on dinner tables they have a secured
a place
Once drawing breath they have become
putrefying flesh
And fluid seeps forth staining zephyrs with
osmi of death
alluring eye's flute
pulse soars up drum bits in heart
sings sight's lovely song
gentle zephyr soothes
thousand cool volts' zap awakes
nourishing dream's smile
Within the woman a heart
An organ full grace
In a woman a work of art!
Indulging with women is my vice
A magnificent being, God’s gift
More often they heartily entice.
Satisfying myself with a supreme being
Well know to us man, as the opposite sex
A lady is not taken for granted but revealing.
A woman’s tongue freely given
I, a man full of emotion give like wise
With their restraint I’m sexually driven.
O lady where art thou?
I am lost without your splendour
O lady whoever you are, to you I bow!
01/26/2015
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