I have these and so do you
Some hold many, others few
Good Lord, let them go!
My heart is a secret garden
Where flora and fauna be.
The flowers in bloom, are present loves-
My wife and children; crowns and bouquets.
In other layers growing here
Are trees, mighty and strong.
These are my parents and those before
Whose seeds, formed all that I am.
The evergreens are faithful friends
Who through winter never fade.
Eternally growing, and full evermore
Bring cover and color galore.
The fruits in my garden were sown from laughter
So many types, my garden seeks after.
Bright and luscious, blessed and fulfilling
Through every season, bring sweetness to life.
There are animals, birds even insects too
That all play their part in my garden.
Hidden are roles and purposes here
But needed for balance and rhythm.
My secret to growing a richer garden
Is to guard my heart and fervently love.
Plant seeds of service and faithfully give
Let forgiveness thrive and offenses pass.
May this new month bring us closer to God, may our thoughts and actions be a place of peace and calm.
May January wash away the old and the useless ways, may the moments in each day be filled with prayers that please God and draw us near to his plan for us in this life.
May we be forgiven for any and all offenses to God, and may we stay on our path to heaven's home.
May God remove all that is causing us harm, and shield us from all that seek to bring us down.
Lifting prayers to God today and always.
Wounded by the biting frost in my chest, the moon is my silver bandage,
My desires bloom in the night, like shadows on the wall of memory,
Only now, when I feel I've lost you in the boundless infinity,
I begin to love you; love is an echo that still resonates within me.
My wounds sing of the late encounter, like an old song,
And your name floats in the air like a forgotten perfume on dusty shelves,
I don't know your address, but I write my longing on the canvas of silent stars,
Suddenly, the world's waters absorbed you, and I got lost in the wind.
Wandering gestures, minus infinity separates us like an abyss,
I construct offenses against you, yet you remain a beacon in the fog,
When everything happens naturally, we opposed each other like day and night,
And in this play of lights and shadows, only now do I truly love you.
Our words are foreign tongues, frozen in cold silences,
At the border between yes and no, a silent witness whispers your story to me,
We opposed each other like the sun and the moon in the sky of lost dreams,
And only now, when I've lost you forever, do I know I've always loved you.
These hand sized gadgets is something we use to communicate
We use these devices to relate good news that can't wait
We take pictures and create memories of our experiences
Also to record a conversation or video criminal offenses
Many addictions have been created as technology evolves
Different social medias and games to keep everyone involved
One phone seems to vary in cost from another
With apps such as FaceTime to help distant lovers
Those are the advantages but there's also disadvantages
Those that causes you to put your neighbor in bandages.
A conversation full of joy or an argument that's perplexed
You end up taking someone's life while sending a message in a text
You can't drive and focus while someone is screaming in your ear
Attempting to do so is like jumping rope after having a few beers
Know when and how a cell phone should be used
A topic that this current generation has confused
O my (Eternal) God
I offer You all my prayers
Works
And sufferings
In union with the Sacred Heart of Fr. Christ
For the intentions for the intentions for which He pleads
And offers Himself in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass
In thanksgiving for your favors
In reparation for my offenses
And in humble supplication
For my temporal welfare
For the conversion of sinners
And for the relief of the poor souls in the purgatory
I wish to gain all indulgences
Attached to the prayers I will say
And works I will perform this day
Amen
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 20, 2025
Time Typed 6:14pm
CHRIST spoke while on the cross
RELIGION kills, but relationship heals
OUR savior offered prayer of forgiveness
SALVATION was given while on the cross
SATISFACTION was achieved on the cross
WORLD'S salvation was made available
OFFENSES against God were fully paid for
REDEMPTION was accomplished completely
DEEDS of the law and self righteousness: Nullified
SINS: Fully covered by Christ's blood on the cross
Self proclaimed prophets, living in Opulence.
Self proclaimed Disciples, living in Opulence.
How many biblical prophets lived in opulence?
Is this the Gainsaying of Korrah?
Or am I just a bit frustrated with deception and hypocrisy?
Self Proclaimed Messiahs, turning their backs on destitute women!
“IF I have this world’s good and see my brother in need and do nothing to help him?
How can the loved of God be in my heart?”
STRANGE DAYS?
Law and Order Prophets with Two Felony Offenses?
Are we a Banana Republic?
Do our bananas have seeds?
Please?!!!!
The hourglass reminds us time like sand
Slides into the past never to come again
This makes us think wonder and plan
If we are wise and want to make amends
In life for those we honestly wronged
With our actions or lack of just as strong
Can not have that feeling of black retracted
Can saying you’re sorry really heal the impacted
We can repent and not repeat offenses
We can offer friendship build new bridges
Put on big boy gloves and work the trenches
Let the lord’s love protect us like fences
Death
(andaree form)
This thief comes anytime of the day and night
With claws of raptor sharper than scythe
Grabbing us, loved ones or friends
Mortality ends
Soul departs
Hence
Lift our hearts
To God, He stays, tends
Transgressions, offenses mends
So that at hour of death we find the light
This thief comes anytime of the day and night.
Dearest,
I know we agreed
to practice stretching our compassion
to include those we actively loath,
and I have been trying
but...
Yes, I know,
it's difficult to out-trump Trump's
apparent toxicity,
with benign integrity
without appearing morally comatose
So,
what have you come up with?
maybe it could work for me as well
When my Republican friends
ask me for feedback,
which happens maybe...
...well, never
I go with
I have noticed that Mr. Trump's
emotional intelligence
and his generous talent for ignoring hypocrisy
are unimpeachable.
Which could mean
his lack of enlightenment
and his lack of integrity
are not, in and of themselves,
impeachable offenses
And it could mean
his sinister affective intelligence
and tenacity
remain unquestioned
by other self-righteous
AntiFeminist Capitalists
As they speak amongst themselves
inside EarthTribe's
Straight White Privileged
Men's Room.
I do not mean to hurt your feelings
That is, if you have any, to hurt.
If so I apologize now for any future offenses
As I will be throwing darts at your picture
As I compose this ne’er to be posted “text”
In the event it is used in a future indictment.
It seems that “words” have become the currency
Of a bankrupt language seeking a following
Thus, all “words”, grunts, moans, or gurgling
Are to be considered “protected” “speech”.
Depending on how that speech is interpreted
By the “ear bud” deafened masses.
Ditch the dictionary and thesaurus and
Purchase a new edition “imaginasaurus”
Wherein every word is defined by
what we imagine its meaning to be
and “multiple connected strings of words”
“once classified as sentences”
Will be subject to scrutiny and dissection
By an AI (Arguing Idiots) group.
If and when I meet all the parameters
Of the Asinine Algorithms of America
And filter it through the
Fatalistically Philosophical Philanderers Assn
I will slip a note under your door
Pay no attention to it
Meet me under the old Elm on Tree Street
Or the old tree on Elm street.
//this message will destruct in 3,835 galishtins//
A common phrase in athletic circles,
Speaks to the value of a short memory.
Designed to move on from costly mistakes,
While avoiding that painful slavery.
Regretfully, there's a side-effect,
Causing repeated offenses taking place.
Where the perpetual forgetfulness often
Resembles, the stupidity on every face.
This cycle shows a lack of learning,
Allowing ignorance to blindly lead.
While skillful rhetoric veils the reality,
Giving shade to those in need.
The conflicts seldom clarify,
Any memory that stood before.
As the past attempts to be re-written,
With a clouded history to ignore.
So powerful is this illusion,
Where what is seen is not believed.
That the truth becomes ambiguous,
In the shadows of those deceived.
Yet optimism is still abundant,
Piercing through every now & then.
As those afflicted eventually recall,
To a point where they remember when.
The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
I shall not hate
I won't stir up troubles
I shall not take, offense of thee
Quarrels I not
I shall not hold offense over thee
I speak these wise words
I speak with lips of understanding
I have good sense, I am from the Lord
Our God has made me the head and not the tale
I not a fish waiting to inhale
I come from love first love makes up for all offense
Lower your defenses
I love you more than you hate me
Quarrels I not
I shall not hold offense over thee
I speak these wise words
I speak with lips of understanding
I have good sense, I am from the Lord
Our God has made me the head and not the tale
I not a fish waiting to inhale
I come from love first love makes up for all offense
Lower your defenses
I love you more than you hate me
2/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Proverbs 10:12-13
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