Cursed by the malice of narrow minds,
Or perhaps ensnared by deceitful designs,
Its azure waves no longer crash the shore—
The White Zhaiyk* no longer overflows as before.
Inmate are the waves that once struck the shore,
Now bearing the weight of human error’s more.
Choked within, its mighty soul suppressed,
The Zhaiyk* departs, unbidden, unconfessed.
Hiding its sorrow, resilient and strong,
The White Zhaiyk* was carry own pain along.
Even as its lifeblood seeps into the sands,
Its wounded soul still sings and withstands.
Gone are the fishermen casting their nets,
The gulls’ cries no longer, their sun has set.
Instead, a stranded shore greets you today,
With ships marooned, lifeless in disarray.
Zhaiyk* – the river in west of Kazakhstan
Over and through those the mountain
Terrain
Around the shores of waters blue.
I am of one of the chosen few!
Peace and joy overflow
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Peace and joy over flow with the Father's joy.
You'll be safe, warm and in comfort.
Glad and overjoyed, God made a way.
As so He always does-Always
Peace and joy overflow
Hallelujah
1/21/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Like a serene breeze of Spring, you arrive
with a present so beautiful, your smile
the manner of your stride makes me alive
so I ask my love, will you stay awhile
be as lovers and possess all you can
whether night or day may our hearts explore
to savor love without a masterplan
as we seek warm interludes we adore
offer to dance in twilight's silent glow
from all of the candle's flames until they melt
Welcome romance to rise then overflow
invite a molten kiss that is heartfelt
tumble as silhouettes with stars above
then learn along the way we found true love
J-ust let March twenty-fifth
A-im to meet the Saturday;
Y-our birthday has come, the night has gone away.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warmer morning;
L-et the coal clouds turn white,
L-ight above is shining.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
F-rom sunrise to sunset;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-arly dawn and breeze have met.
R-aindrops are gone,
T-wilight comes to a close;
E-very jinx has ended, while life's luck overflows.
As The Blessing Overflows
J-ust let Sunday morning
O-pen the sky so wide;
A-fter the dark disappears,
N-o more fear deep inside.
S-un early March twenty-sixth
A-ims to warm your heart;
R-ising above the horizon,
O-ne light makes a start.
N-ew dawn has broken, the dusk comes to a close;
G-od's grace never runs dry, as the blessing overflows.
as Standing for someone more wonderful
given from new eyes of grace when looking through my glass I see through the most Excellent Spirit achieves the impossible a Love without measure * John Beam -THROUGH MY WINDOW contest 1/16/2014
Guilt overflows
with a spark of revilement
its decay spreads like fire,
blinding...conniving...
binding up in its sticky debris
still surviving
tangled whispers bleeding through me
reminders of a depthless past...
listen to the sobs beneath me,
the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last
deep inside a heap of lies,
refusing my cries
you can never see how binded I am...
how blinded I am.
you too cannot see...you cannot see
though your eyes meet me,
still, you cannot see.
the least you can do is listen
listen carefully,
sight is mere illusion,
follow the voice intently,
it cries softly, oh so softly...
before it dies away unnoticed
It whispers steadily,
Remember me,
Remember me...