The pooling dross
Drawn out with flame
He was blamed
It wasn’t skimmed (until it was skimmed)
The old man, the new man’s loss
The Holy Spirit’s vane
In Jesus’ Name
It wasn’t prayed (until it’s prayed in Him)
The incondite cross
Roughly made
It wasn’t planed
It wasn’t finished (until it was finished)
The incondite cross
Ripped his already tattered back
The rubbing of open wounds
Against the raw wood
Vinegar to drink
Nails brushing the median nerves
I make the “crucified clench”
Every pain extends as I gasp for breath
My body wanting, avoiding asphyxiation
My mind wanting death
This is my passion that led me here
I so loved the world
That I gave my life for it
They flogged my back and front raw
I am exhausted from the blood loss
Unrecognizable
You better recognize what I have done
(I am God’s Beloved Son) for you
Do you have memories you thought wouldn't last.
Memories of the good and bad that reminds you of
The past.
Do you have memories of the games you like to play
Do you have memories why you planed to run away.
Do you have memories of your youth and running wild
Do you have memories of the cry of your first child.
To help you find your memories this is what you do
Close your eyes and relax your mind and the memories
Will come to you.
surfaces
hand-planed and
dovetail-joined …
with deft hand
he pets his
creation
uttering
craftsmanship
ain't dead yet.
January 27, 2023
Tricube Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick, Sponsor
Basis for Hope: Planed Aim Hope Dreams Of
Hope desire wished on expectation something desired;
Optimism longing yearning craving awaiting hankerings expected anticipate
Perspective confidence in the future aspiration ambitions
Expectation of trust, confidence wish for wishful desires
11/26/22/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Who gave the order?
What hellish scene (pre-packaged for a mime)
watched my startled eyes?
An old man or a young demon
postures in a pother of lies,
a high priest of low ideas.
I ponder, I shake a thousand
chin-wagging times.
I must know
what killer-clown gave the order
for us to obey and nod,
and did they expect instead
this endless laughter and derision
not the devilish division
they had so long planed for?
~~~~
Biden flapping his gums in Philly
Take my hand.. Walk with me..
In your memory lane..
To the day that we met..
To the beginning and to the end..
Days went by and months past by..
The affection and the love..
I had for you just died..
Things never worked as planed..
Yet you never understand...
I knew we were not meant to be..
I hated the feeling of being traped...
Every second I wanted to be free..
Its my fault I know its me..
Beacuse I love my freedom..
And just being me..
I know you loved me but..
I always felt I was not free..
Not free enough to be me..
I never wanted to be traped..
I always wanted to be me..
My freedom... Myself...
Always matters to me..
If you ever understood me..
I would have never ask you to leave..
When you came back after months....
Thats the reason i never wanted you back...
Beacuse i know.. I will be traped..
And this time i take you back..
I know i will have to live..
A prisoners i never want to be..
Everyone loves to be loved..
Yet its important I say it now..
I am sorry for everything.. But..
I dont want to loose myself my freedom
for Love to be loved!!
Dilu Wijegunasekara
29/10/21
something tragic
happened to the girl
no one knows what
she began to write poetry
no one knows why
bluebirds turned into ravens
ships sunk in calm harbors
men turned overnight
into monsters
she wrote about her daddy
the secret Nazi of Martha’s Vineyard
her mother the drunk
her brother the skunk
dark revelations hammered words
and drooled like Pavlovian dogs
she became famous
for being overwrought
chained as she was
to her poetics arts
of course she had always
planed her ending
old poets are the first
to be forgotten
but the young -
the put upon
they live on
to rattle our cages
through the ages
They were hurt, damaged, and destroyed with life's issues
concerning more what it wasn't than it was
guessing upon the if's and the but's
finally, focused on Jesus above
life challenges and changes in due time
realizing the possiblities of life is mine
dreams, as follows goals and seeds, are planed
positive thoughts was in mind
in the due time
all lights so shine.
Time has pasted
It seems so long
So many words
Have been said
We have talked
We have planed
But nothing has
Ever been done
I’m tired of words
Tired of plans
Of waiting
On and on
If we never
Begin to act
No good will
Ever be
I need to be
Someone who acts
On things that
Need to be
More than words
More than plans
Action there must be
There will surely come a day
When all of this shall fade away
Fade from mind and fade from view
When all that's left will be in you
No more worries, no more tears
No more regret of the lost years
No more pain from words been said
Where all is you in all we have
That day the captives will be free
To live in Christ's perfect harmony
The lion laying down with the lamb
Just the way God had it planed
On the shore of heavens bank
We will unite with all the saints
Who have ventured on before
In the Glory of the Lord
I am praying for that day
When all mankind will see the way
No more yielding of the sword
As we lift high your Holy Word
Yes, I am praying for that day
Where all of sin shall fade away
And all that's left will be to sing
Forever praises to our Holy King
Help!
To help Mother Nature,
Look inside yourself.
Listen to the scientist,
In doing wrong, don't persist!
Look!
Look around, can you not see?
All life struggling!
Climate warming heed!
Climate change, yes indeed!
How!
Most scientists say we are too late!
Don't live in denial!
Go all-electric one solution,
Most of all stop all pollution!
Educate!
The young need to understand,
For fly tipping nature never planed!
Not to litter, a good starting point,
Take immediate action, make it joint!
Lead!
Show the way to live clean,
No more plastics for packaging,
Turn off lights when not needed,
Show all, natures plight you've heeded!
Result!
I hope I am not being optimistic,
For if we act now and all together,
Our children's children will have a future!
Albeit a new way of life, a new culture!
I read that they sold,
the Days Inn now.
Each day that I pass by
I am reminded
it was the last place
that my father stayed
before he died.
I remember sitting by the pool
and releasing the differences
of over fifty years.
All parties to the new project
seemed to be ecstatic!
It would bring new life
to that part of town.
Extensive renovation,
even a Bocce Ball court is planed.
Each day that I pass by
I see the changes
and the landmarks gone
and the impermanance
of memory.
LOVE
*****
Love, true, for forty-eight years, ours!
Lived in harmony, blissfully.
Lucky, no, planed, all sweet, no sours!
Lips whisper, "I love you, truly".
Little things grow into pleasure!
Life, we both take at our leisure!
Libated, love sealed with flowers.
06/05/2018
Pleiades Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Joseph May
We know not what we do
But as walk through life
Our choices effect other
People too.
If we keep silent
If we talk to loud
If we keep to our self
And out of a crowd.
Or party all the time
In the end we effect our
Family and friends.
We know not what we do
Even walking out of church
Do we decide to do good
To others first?
If we are drinkers and
Drive a car.
Are you any more evil than
The lady driving while talking on the phone
While driving to her church choir.
Are you a better parent if spank
Your child
Or just use punishment
By listening and talking
To your child to explain
Your action are wrong.
We know know not what we do
Maybe if we pray
To help guild us in our lives
Everyday.
If we eat to much food
Or starve our self.
In the end of our life
Does this make us better
Or happier or unhealthy
Or healthier than some on else?
But rest assure what you choose
In your everyday life
Effects me and you.
God gave us all a brain
So think about what you do first.
We all die in the end
And hopeful end up in heaven
As our heavenly father planed.
So think first and don't pretend
We know not what we do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Branded on my heart, "I love you".
I believed, then!
Now I condemn.
Unrequited love, mine was true.
Brokenhearted,
Time we parted!
I feel pain, fresh words now branded!
"I am a fool".
"Let my heart rule"!
To let go, I never planed it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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