I’m a headless chicken with a revelation of escaping the pen
I’m the paraplegic who will walk again
I’m Lazarus three days in
With the silent stench of death, body rotting from within
In a moment of weakness begging the light not to send me back to my weaker form
And Jesus weeps
And Martha groans
And Mary calls me brother
No!! Don’t pity me!!!
I don’t need your sympathy!!
Challenges are for those who have the spine
No, I’m not saying that all is fine
I cannot move my legs
But I don’t have to beg
I can still use my brain
Learn some new skills and train
Don’t feel apologetic
I am a paraplegic
Who has found in life a new magic
As I look to 2023 I remember these,
Last three years taught me so many things.
I realize I am stronger than I thought.
I am braver than I know.
When I look in the mirror,
I see the face of courage.
The courage to never quit,
Even when I thought it was hopeless.
The knowledge of my strengths and weaknesses.
Through my blood, sweat and tears,
I have overcome this disability,
All because of a nasty little spider,
That literally brought me to my knees.
Hearing the words paraplegic was so scary.
Yet, I see the light and I realize,
The spider did not win.
I am a warrior.
I am a survivor.
I am walking.
So 2023 will indeed be a very good year for me.
I will finally be free,
Able to walk out of the same hospital,
Where my metal prison on wheels,
Guided me back in Jan. 2019.
Come on Dojo Daniel use your phone
Send bike riders and target my legs
Give supari to Policemen to encounter me
Call my relatives to give me Paraplegic
Contact my friends and feed them pretense
Tell my neighbors to act Psycho silly
Guide the Public to call me unassured
Utilize your so called Rashi Psychic doctors
Appoint mazhar to choke me to death
Come on dojo daniel use your contacts..
It's not the size of the dog in the fight,
it's the size of the fight in the dog. Mark Twain..
He was blind and his eyes couldn't see
See anything
Yet being he was purposed
Another one couldn't speak, yet he opens his mouth
Screams he has purpose silent
Another man paraplegic can't walk or stand and barely raise his hands
He to yet he talks about his purpose
He has a dream one day that he and the mute and the blind
Will praise the glorious God in heaven
That's their purpose he has purpose
They have purpose you too have purpose praise God
7/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
He was is blind and his eyes couldn't see anymore
anything yet being he has purpose
yes he has purpose
he was is a death mute he couldn't speak
yet and still opens his mouth it being muted
he has purpose
yes he has purpose
a lame man paraplegic can't cannot stand
nor walk yet he talks he sit still
about his purpose yet being handicapped he has purpose
yes he has purpose
they all they have a dream one day
no it is it's God's reality
that he and the mute and the blind man will be singing
Singing praises to a glorious God in heaven
they say that their purpose yes that they alone is their purpose Halle - Hallelujah
Our Lord and Savior Jesus and Our Father God is our eternal purpose
6/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Lonesome man!
Had a chance to dance;
She took her shoes off;
Had a chance to kiss, (her)
Just one standing there aloft?
She trotted off;
For you see;
The lonesome man was in a wheelchair;
He was paraplegic!
She was deaf and couldn’t speak!!!
Alas, so he couldn’t sweep her off her feet?
6/2/21
1st Place placement in CONTEST
For All Yours (Jun 4) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
WHAT SHE SAID
She said to me “You will not walk again.”
But I say I will. Even if only atop waves
That roll in over the shores continuously,
Or waves thrown about in tempest and
The invasions of such unforeseen storms as these.
I was taken aback and I
Shouted, “I don’t believe that!”
So, she pronounced it again,
“You will never walk again.”
She was slashing at my paraplegic knees, trying to
Wrench away my God-gifted hope: to tear from me
My full armor of God: to cause me to doubt the true
Love of God’s inseparable devotion as my ABBA!
But I will keep working to walk again, perhaps less
Briskly than I do now in company with angels, by
The grace of the Holy Spirit and alongside Jesus
Into a land far from the desolate, flat macadam
To where her words transported me...For
I SHALL walk on beyond lamentations, beyond
Pacing on embers and ashes, to walking on
The calmed waters after such doubt was spoken.
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(C). Sally Young eslinger 8/2020
Peace
Does God make slightly reject people?
We may think so, but He never did
Quite apart from Mephibosheth, lame prince, son of Jonathan,
In hiding when Saul died (the nurse hid baby Mephibosheth from King David)
Who merely sought to make Jonathan's last heir his Royal Guest for life!
There are those heroes and sheroes who rise above disability
Joni Erickkson Tada, dashing teen, dove into the Potomac decades ago
And lived with a broken neck (wheelchair-bound paraplegic since)
Married an American from Hawaii, and both teach uplifting lessons on Faith
The LORD God does not make rejects (though we may CHOOSE darkness)
Your ... our circumstances may be heavy. Do not let heavy events take your Focus off from WHO and whose you are: the light of creation is inside you
More than in that exotic orchid or rose, more than in a rare eagle or lyre bird
If you have loved a child, another person, or helped even one stranger ...
YOU have made the Universe smile (it began to live out its Eternal Dream)
Some call it Higher Awareness ... Jesus called it, "The Abundant Life"
As seen from Heaven's riches ... LORD'S Prayer, we have Daily Bread & more
I have been called a sex god
It has been said that
I radiate an aura of pure sexuality
I stopped telling my friends stories of my exploits years ago
Because they don't believe me
For instance
My last lover was a 54 year old paraplegic actress
I once gave a girl dozens of orgasms within a single minute
And can reproduce this feat at any time on any woman
Every inch of my body is fantastic
Like a machine fine-tuned for sexual pleasure
My sex drive is monstrous
Unending
Makes me crazy
I only stop to smoke cigarettes once every few hours
And I don't have a refractory period
All this is true
I'm probably a nymphomaniac
But it doesn't matter
Because I hate people
Because I hate dating
Because I have nothing to prove
Because the cosmos are indifferent
Because economizing sex disgusts me
I'm generally quiet
Try to keep a low profile
But inside
a Martian sex dragon
Breathing passion and lust
Inside
Roaring madly alone, tortured
Clawing at my skin
Chomping on my bones
Gnashing on my brain like a chew toy
I pretend not to care
I like to think it doesn't have an affect on me
But it is me
And I hate it
And I love it
mother of two boys
nagged at dad clowning by pool
one dive too many ~
forgive my raised jaded brow
'nag' now aids paraplegic
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
They say keep fighting
All these wrongs that I've been righting
What's left, left in these writings
In the dark looking for lighting
They say keep fighting
A war which there's no winning
The boundaries are only thinning
I was love in the beginning
They say keep fighting
I don't feel!
Like a paraplegic
I fed my love to bulimics
It hardened me, made me strategic
But I say keep loving
Not everyone will be deserving
Paradoxical when you're hurting
But even seeds grow after buried.
I say keep loving
I know it's a haystack but be a needle
Love of self and another's equal
Hurt people just hurt people
So we need to keep living
I put a halo on you like a blessing
Sentenced myself from the lesson
Forgot love and was regressing.
No! I need to keep loving!
My wall encloses my enemy
Avoiding pain is what kills me
My account of death resurrects me
To love is to start living
We idolize Netflix and chilling
We say "Eff love" and it's soul killing
Because we’re love but we stopped giving
To live is to start loving
Paraplegic
Wheelchair, catheter
Racing, dancing, maneuvering
Colourful rims and frame, colourful little person,
Singing, rhyming, mischievous
Surgery, bedridden,
Me
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6th place in Diamante contest
Sponsor Janis Thompson
October 15, 2016
Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know)
Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light
on the Word:
Truth—
I hear
said the deaf
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—
I feel you
said the paraplegic
brother
sister
who felt and feels
the written Word:
blinking
thinking
scratching
tearing
echoing
in every way—
What’s your problem…
brother!?!
sister!?!
Tell me!!!
Yo! I shall
see you!
Yo! I shall hear you!
Yo! I shall feel you!
Yo! I shall walk with you!
Yo! I shall fight with and for you!
Word!
Going on emotion, a boxer
reels to fight his final round.
Punch-drunk and bloody, his heart
as big as Texas, he struggles
on to land that lucky strike
A mother counting pennies, trying
to stretch her budget for another
cotton blanket for her tiny baby boy,
he's just eight months, the little tyke!
A street musician with his violin
trying to pay his way through college
plays the subways and the coffee shops;
his hopes are high till a policeman
tells the kid to 'take a hike!'
A paraplegic in his wheelchair
doing wheelies in the hallways of
the County General Hospital and
flirting with the nurses, in many ways
they're all alike.
They're going on emotion, and 'no'
is not a part of their vocabulary.
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