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Placed Near Purple Urn

feathers found - find themselves remembering his wife

Jesus is committed to your future that He placed in your present

The Lord of Psalm twenty-three is committed
He will finish what he started
God the Father is Able to finish what He started

Composed in beauty 
The unity of your passion drives you
The legacy of your destiny
Demonstrates your pre-destination 
Alleviating the production of your time 

Your future was trapped in the beginning 
But now it will be maximised in this generation, so
Remember that Jesus is committed to your future

The Lord of Psalm twenty-three is committed
He will finish what he started
God the Father is Able to finish what He started

Mark Frank

Copyright 2025

Placed Saucer

Breaking through day,
the last night,
where the mirror
on glass lips posed 
for a new moon, 
that only masked
its face in ebony
brims of space

trapping in my ache,
with cedar pandoras 
making the bleakest
of songs; a
viridescent heart—
under sylvan skin;
back to sun's cloned moon;

her moody phases 
cut you, while
salt gives the
macadam a required 
taste— alone,
with an empiricism 
of waste; but in a
candle's whiffs,
the flames—

round and round in
my head— afer an 
evening's quivering 
prayers, fixated on
poppies in morning—
breaking through day.

Music Placed Heart Silents

Music plays in myhead
Can see music cuz can'tread
Blood-shot eyes are blue
I see royalty when I'm wit you

Phantom heart 
meaded at burst
Platted heart
 at the upmost
MUSIC PLACED HEART SILENTS
Mine ears are on a diet

7/26/23
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.©2023

Into Her Garden God Placed His Sea of Light

I was in a garden of space 
and God energized me 
He granted my first Grace 
He planted me 
An energized seed apart of His essence 
a seed like Him energy 
He sown me,  thrown me to the grounds 
God will finish what He started 
Just wait and see 
In His space in His sea of light
~
In a room,  in the womb 
My Father God placed a seed 
Into the Earth and ground energy flourished 
Collectively from space solidified being 
My Father's spiritual physical side through me now 
A seed into the ground
Earthen mother my Father's planted me 
Into my mother in her garden,  in her grounds 
In her womb, God will finish what He started 
~
Just wait and see
First imaged energy 
Now impregnated fleshly a seed a new vessel 
Made up of body,  mind and soul 
 I'm going to grow into a baby and more
God will finish what he started
 just wait and see
In His space and His sea of light--I'll be

1/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Was Christmas Tree Dumped Or Placed

Was the Christmas tree left?
Dumped? Or gently placed?
No one knew, for elves are sneaky.
They wanted the animals to wonder.

The owl flew down for a closer look.
The deer and the fox blinked at each other.
Could they maintain a civil air?
The rabbit hopped over to declare “placed”.

Raccoon kept silent, looking at the pretty decorations.
If they needed to un-decorate it, he would be their pigeon.
The elves giggled, reading the animals’ thoughts.
“Get back up here!” Santa declared over their walkie-talkie.

Uncertainly Placed

This land is played out on a plain bible.
Nightlights smear a frigid fog, the fumes of idling cars.

A flat-lined wind plies its wheezy bellows through burrowing bones,
smothers the distance, douses the glint of rural glimmers.

Knuckled chills know how to fang a wrist,
nip tender tongues, freeze the rivers run.

Here in the burbs the lights of bistros cannot withstand
their own desolate backyards. A scree heap of black curb
is not crossed by the lightly shod but must be booted-in and leveled.

At such times, winter lends a shivering hand
at its own burial. We become priests all frocked in fleece,
heads bowed or we howl a tune to a faceless moon.

Good or gone to the bad, we are there, in Ohio, anywhere.

A Soul a Breath From God Placed Into Clay Molded Man-

Why? Are you here;
Molded clay with a soul;
You're living by the breath of God;
Plants and animals do not have what we have;
And yet we all share the hands of a living God ;
He who makes us what and Who We Are ;
He who made the universe and the Stars ;
And He plan it everywhere every will !
He instills Who we are;
Are you I am a living soul?


4/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Placed In Cages

Once, there was a boy who loved animals,
every kind of animal,
it didn't matter; he loved them all!
He had rabbits, pigeons, hamsters, and a raccoon.

The boy kept them well-fed,
cleaned their cages every day
and was sure they were happy;
so that made him happy, too.

One day, he was watching the news,
and saw children taken from their mothers;
and placed in cages.
He saw their misery and heard their cries.

They were not happy in their cages;
and he cried, too.
He loved his pets,
but he also kept them in cages.

And now he knew they weren't happy at all;
for, like people, they want to be free.
And so, he released his animals
to an animal sanctuary and destroyed their cages.
 
"one doesn't cage what one loves."

Pebbles Could Be Placed Upon Freckles

With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink,
those windows of yours are opening and closing
like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played.
Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere,
leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles 
could be placed upon freckles to map out a path; bundles 
of autumnal leaves, crunching and burnt amber, could form 
steps upon the arch of your nose. Perhaps swimming against tears
upstream, leaping with rainbow salmon, I might reach the 
precipice of your eyes. I could scale down branches bowing, from 
fringe and eyebrows, lowering myself onto your golden lids. 
Those doorways to nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere, see
the future ebb and flow into a momentary present, with
visions hidden under a lock-and-key past. Those eyes of yours
I could dive into, like gravity plucking fruit from a vine.

Compassion Within Us, Placed By Divine Hands

Compassion Within Us, Placed By Divine Hands

Compassion, weakness or a curse
or expression of mercy's heart,
I denying Love, which is worse
than savagery this world imparts
became blind in my silent pains
an enigma, lost, out of touch
treasuring my ill-gotten gains
my lies held firm, my needed crutch.
In ignorance racing along
my repentant soul yet cried out
I running from world's teeming throngs
destiny's hand, life turned about
compassion's touch, came not too late
*I am the master of my fate.*

Written 3rd February 5th, 2020
For famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.

The ending line in this new sonnet: **I am the master of my fate.**
is in reference to the line chosen:
"I am the master of my fate" -  written by William Ernest Henley
Credit given to William Ernest Henley for his fine verse and the poetry 
and gift of power and imaginative verse it inspired.

Placed

Literally placed bush flowers in his hair,
He figuratively placed flowers in my hair.
Methodical giggles all around;
Whilst shaking prized petals down.

Downwards spiralling to the ground
Now sediments of floral mound
The clock it ceased forevermore
When love was such and sin was spore.

Braving and craving hence with wreath
All those flowers from beneath
Literally placed a wreath on his head
For such a king I breathed to bed.

Wreaths Placed

The vigil
   is too late to be
        vigilant

Placed

If there were no winners
would the world be full of losers
or would every one be equal

Devil On the Run Lucifer Satan Chained Placed In the Lake of Fire

DEVIL ON THE RUN Lucifer Satan Chained Placed in the Lake of Fire

Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
Demons spit and howl;
Crying to their master;
In pangs and in the spirit;
You don’t wanna go near it;
Demons dwells;
Demons sell;
Sold their eternity for hell;

Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
One day he’s gonna be caught;
And placed in the lake of fire;
He will never go any higher;
Chained and stained spending all of his eternity in hell;
Bound and chained;
Bound and chained;
Devil Lucifer Satan;
No longer on the run;

10/10/18
Written words  by James Edward Lee Sr.
& arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian™©2018

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