Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
Imponderably God communicates.' How blind are you world.? Returns to me the silence of the graves for it is deaf the world.' I watch a dog stretch in sleep.' Is
That reflective of eternal life? Or promise?
Motion in an animal.? lesser in intellect.' Yet
Partaker..Alive..Drawn from what is perfect.? What is the barrier? Is sin as a
White noise wall.' Blindness overall.? Who
Really sees.? Tell me at what juncture your
Accidents wiill happen.' For eitther good or ill.' Is there in the wind a clapping? Of tin
Sheets? detriitus of the storms' where does
Light travel.? Where does it begin.? Tell me if you know.? I await enlightemnent my desire now abated.' As i consider world values.? And what is immesurably
Over.? Or unnderated.'
All said and done
Nigeria is the giant of Africa
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching
into orbit of true colossus
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker
In her current misadventures
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness
'His Love'.....is a Love we can Depend upon, it feels good to know this, Amen.
Feels so good to be Loved by You…
faith’s mirror reflects ‘us’ in its view.
Awesome You! …whereby before my birth…
I was prepared for days of sharpened tines
Ere, now in the midst of storms unfold…
You...use..the gale to ring hope chimes
Even the tides that will surely rise
are duly subject to Your command…
Yea, as they surge and break upon me…
because of You…somehow, I’ll stand
There’s pleasure in reading Your letters…
ardent with yearned warmth and fare
Through Your Word…I am taught…
You are Greater than onslaught’s jeer
More than I ever imagined I could
I cling to the promise of seeing Your face…
When in that hour of Destined Glory
You escort me…to that Eternal Place
As partaker of Calvary’s Redeeming Stew…
O God, feels 'so' good to be…Loved by You!
Galatians 2:20, Jhn 3:16, Jer 31:3
copyright; jmsbell-7/15/21
Would you take a chance with coarse anomy:
A folk with dreams like yours tag an enemy?
A partaker does hurt vibrant economy,
Dropped farms for power: Poorest Agronomy…
Rivals to get rid of with shameful hustles,
Paid full cash silencers who love their rustles:
I’ve long learnt to think of all power tussles
As “For the wrong reasons flexing one’s muscles.”
On the African scene badly burnt car,
Owner politician with its rude scar,
Life savers much afraid he would not go far.
“They might finish him off in some lone bar!”
Times it meant with cash, asking that one step down
But mostly with weapons to forget The Crown,
Bizarre shoot-outs and scuffles in a calm town,
In the end wasting Senators Charles and Brown…
Stark evidence one can’t targets deliver,
His subjects to meet with enclosing river;
One would only be worsening the fever:
The merely interested in Gold and Silver…
Yes, not at all times take one to the Tower,
Sometimes, hands one over to Grave with flower;
From oneself one takes away easeful hour,
A crazy idea: one hour in bower..
Like games greatly checked by youth-crushing age;
One shouldn’t in one’s seventies open the page.
Ahead of a just fixed funeral
He'd started counting its numeral:
Negotiator of the fairest price.
For twenty five bags of Thailand Rice...
Negotiator meets, too, Mortician
And relates to him as Beautician:
One is as good as partaker,
Who goes around as undertaker
"Well, he's for badly frowning corpses
Owners pay thousands for cleaned lapses".
Man wants his wife's corpse to start smiling;
If this can't be time away whiling.
If possible her lips archly grinning:
Guests sometimes cough for face in linen...
The discussions he will not linger,
Mortician to at price point finger...
All corpses have interest to protect,
Job of the living to them detect.
Everything that is given
It's so long to me for a reason
For just the season
I am too cold and cultivate process receiving
Guide and substain
I am too be a partaker of it the gleanings
That I've been covering it with I am a sole processor maintain
I plant, I water, I watch over it these trues
These are the things that I must do
In essence to help grow up right ever so more futher
I am watching, I am a caregiver, I am a holder, I am a nurturer,
Behold I go, I hold for this reason
I care for what God has given me this season
8/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
I am a moving train
On a journey of no destination
Desperate as desperate can be
If you have embarked on this train in error
Resign yourself to fate
For there is no going back
If you are a willing Partaker
In this adventure of desperation
You are welcome to my world
We are in this together
Hold your breath my passengers
And see how far we can go
In this journey there are no stop overs
There are no restrictions
Let it go on
Do whatever you can
While it lasts
It is an adventure that could make you
It could also mar you
cause traveling is dying a little
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
Skirt and blouse - rejecting tomboy
Is never the cringing coy:
Very early dumps every toy
And her milky but effeminate soy,
Cheerily ever for the boyish,
Forswearing everything girlish…
A sex-change operation hopeful
And male-fun partaker in full:
Never the allergic to drinking contests
And exclusive-to-males protests:
Not when she has got her throaty bellow
And could say A Pure Rebel’s Hello!
Cleary not a put-up ploy
The mannerisms of a tomboy:
She’s the come-back soldier from Troy:
For a bodyguard, please her employ…
Already has she donned a thug’s haircut…
And can effortlessly tighten the loosest nut:
From the lips of bra-avoiding tomboy
Out tumbles piratical ‘Ahoy!’
All Powerful Provider present in all places
Potentate presiding our prayers and praises
I'm a pilgrim privileged to be in Your presence
Panting like a deer for Your pure precepts
Profiting from Your priceless pearls of prudence
Provisioned by Your proverbial pages of Scripture
Preserved from pagan practices
Predestined to be Your progeny
Placed in Your perfect plan
Partaker of Your precious promises
Purified by Christ's pouring blood of persecution
Preferred above praiseworthy people
Performing priestly purposes
Planted in the perennial picture of paradise
Patiently preparing for Your Parousia
08.27.2020
Written for Beata Agustin's "Alliteration Regarding Relationship With God" contest
Through truth conviction is gained.Through grace mercy is obtained.Through creation light and darkness are formed.Through peace,truth,grace,,light ,and darkness evil always comes in to create a storm to make reality a complete and real form. All of these things are done to be a true form,metaphysically,scientifically,done without harm. Judgement is complete,and justice is gained when the one who strive with his maker,maybe to try and return to their maker realizes that the maker,can be a life giver,or a life taker.Is this why some call God "The Creator",and Jesus Christ the Savior?They Labor! Giver,taker,of light,darkness,peace,evil,truth,grace,happiness maker,or peace taker,or evil creator,,love maker,and most truly, judgement partaker,to be a convicted,or exzonerated,as "Creator.
COMMUNION
Divine splash of senses and emotions -
Michelangelo’s sensate visual of creation!
Articulation of a semi-conscious dream.
Other artists continue my work as they read -
extrapolating more from the marble,
exploring each angle, weighing it upon
a scale, with their own emotions and stories.
God creates through His fingertips - electricity
pervades a poem and each partaker wipes and
turns the chalice, deeply and fully imbibing.
10/26/2016
Chalice – wine cup used in the Christian Eucharist
FORTUNES UNCHANGED
We labour and sweat
eating from our brow
praying fasting and beseeching
Our maker the Creator
Change our fortunes
for man is to prayer and praise
a daily partaker seeking of grace
from the throne of his maker
To work and labour and sweat
enshrined in obeyance to the will
of his Creator.. that man is to labour
eating by the sweat of his brow
The creator rejoiceth in his creations
that's why his mercies are renewed each day
and we are partakers of his grace mercy and glory
attaining the miracle of the moment blessed of GOD..MAN
LEWIS K NYAGA
23/01/2015
Do you remember this?
Perfect of all imperfections
Clueless of all clues
Ideas of all all ideologies
Even, depth of all depths
Just thinking...what more can be said
If you are not a partaker of the feelings
Alright! Hold it right there it says...
Did you forget to say this?
Its the thoughts of all thinkers
The warmth of a real heart and
The story behind all imaginations
Better still,the heart that speaks solemn
The very night of every night
The memorable ones i must say...
Its tenderness so soft, so mild it is
Expressions are real you can not fake it
I remember now dave
So time less,it has no boundaries
Un ending its nature has become
I seem to have found the right word
Could it be called love? Gentle in its kindness
Yes! yes! yes!!! It sounds like it
love of varsal entorganism
L.O.V E.
Roseline
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