Healing and dealing
Stealing and reeling
Feeling the feeling
Wheelies down the spillway
Three’s a thrill
Another bill
Still...
I will!
Chill, with the window sill,
Skilled at raiding the mills,
Tilled until everyone who wants a chance can dance until-
The rest are nil haikus 4 reiki suing spells four ewe
I’ll hang with Jill ... s
We pour parts of us into
every poem~ a self-inflicted
wound, the point of a pen
drip, drip, spurt, spurt – a Fever
Abater --
Ideally One’s Spirit~ a positive Universal
Donor!
Breaths and words, inseparable
are cousins with heartfelt translations --
Life-force, heart, soul~ Divine opportunity inherent in
every vehement articulation – may our pronunciations
be those of love and forgiveness~ “Live long and
prosper” as that Great Vulcan, Spock, bade us.
I’m haunted by the ghost of you
It’s true maybe I’ve had a few
But what am I supposed to do
When my heart is broken into two
I’m chasing a ghost through a bottle of blue
Trying to remember who I was without you
But the more that I try to forget your face
The more I’m attuned to this empty space
The silence is loud, the shadows are deep
I can’t escape you, not even in my sleep
I’m tracing the outline of where you once stood
I’d erase the memory of you right now if I could
I’m wearing your silence like Yves Saint Laurent
My head echoes memories only you seem to haunt
I’ll pour one more glass for the ghost in the room
And let the scent of your absence become my perfume.
Am I the one to blame when you come to the realization that you can no longer stay?
Because I know I make everything complicated when I tell you I want to know all of it.
Tell me about your day and what you saw; did you go out and have fun or do anything at all?
What colors did you wear and did you buy anything new? Did you accidentally run into somebody that you knew?
What did you say and what did you eat? Did you come up with any ideas you think are neat?
Tell me the things that you think are stupid because I promise you, I’ll be happy that I knew it.
Tell me the good, the bad, the worries and thoughts. Tell me it all so I know what I have got.
I need to know the details of everything big or small because that’s what I expect when I give somebody my all.
Maybe that’s the problem with me. I want too much communicating.
I think I would make it stop if I could because I ruin everything I have that has potential to be good.
I’m so deep in my mind that I sometimes get lost. I beg for somebody to understand what this costs.
Because I’d physically hand over my thoughts if only I knew how and I’d ask for yours in return because I’m empty now.
i was not given a cup to preserve;
i was tasked with draining a well.
if it runs dry,
let it be.
it has reached the thirsty.
by His grace, may it replenish.
tomorrow is not promised;
therefore, we pour.
I am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am forgotten
by girls in green silk sarongs
yet they still pour me out like tea.
The dead are drunk on themselves,
as I am.
I throw up
a timeworn rope of thought
they haul me up
just enough for me to see
the moon
caught in a teacup,
then I allow them,
let them breathe life
into my mouth
and I again remember.
It's almost half past three
time to cosy up for tea
kettle's on the boil to brew
tea for two me and you
with egg and cress or
cucumber sandwiches
with nary a single crust
(they were all donated
to the National Trust)
it's after forty to four
shall I be Mother and pour
I know you know Pekoe
the table's set quite daintily
two for tea you and me
and we can sing my song
'Lapsang Souchong'
I LONG
YOU LONG
WE ALL LONG
FOR OOLONG
unless you're feeling more Darjeeling
From a gentle sprinkling
That keeps the garden fresh and green
To a raging summer storm
Where lightening cracks and thunder roars
From a tiny little stream
Right up to an awesome flood
Constant is the flow of our Lord’s love!
Some might pray the Lord to bless
The desert’s heat and aridness.
Looking for the Savior’s pow’r
Their heart and soul to bloom and flow’r.
Nourishing their tiny seed
So, it grows and bears much fruit
Slaking every thirst with grace and truth.
Do not fear the darkened clouds
Or the distant thunder’s sound.
Nor the rain that you might hear
For it shows that our Lord’s grace is near.
While we wait to be refreshed
And be cleansed of every stain
His love already falls on us like rain…
God’s grace is falling from heaven above.
A precipitation of infinite love.
A gift undeserved but, God, grant us more!
Some might say, Lord, let it rain…
I say, let it pour!
I want to pour it out, I want to pour it!
Inhaling the scent of my grandchild's glee,
I dreamed of blooming, oh, how I longed to be.
Yet fate's script seems to bind me tight,
Why has my path been shrouded at night?
Endlessly entranced by my grandchild’s joy,
I hoped for abundance, like a carefree boy.
But Allah asks not what we seek or yearn,
What we gain or lose is not ours to discern.
I’m of the kind that believes in tomorrow,
I’ll still find my way, through joy or sorrow.
But for now, let my song softly ring,
I want to pour it out, I want to pour it!
Speak our language of love.
Lip sync--forever young,
Free fun, keep love alive,
Pour blessings on your delights,
Never give up your dreams,
Inner peace, now and always.
All good, enough said,
Smiles and happy cheers!
A strange experience though
Engulfed it anyhow
Your silence: a midnight forest
Piercing arrows, gruesome at the best
All the faculties of head had dried up but
You watered such
That it flooded
Good betrays in this world sometimes
You are given but worst reward; grapes and limes
Oh! That muse of poetry
Is it that you waited for
No! No to such inspiration
Such a cruel creation.
The dog days of summer, certainly here
Every half-hour, another shot of beer
Too lazy to move
I’m stuck in a groove
Glad my new car doesn’t need me to steer
June 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-18
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD TO WHOM WE POUR OUT
OUR TEARS UNTO
Praise be to God to Whom we pour out our tears unto for:
Joy of no joke
Justice midst jesting
Joviality against jitters
Jubilation beyond jackpot
Job that jolts us to jolly journey
Job 17:15 Praise be to the Lord for assuring us hope in His:
Kingdom along His gracious kinship
Kindness with His granted knowledge
Kingship, governing us along our kneeling
Keenness, guarding us from being knocked-out
Keeping with His gloriousness beyond kindling kaleidoscope
Job 18:18 Praise be to the Saviour for His light:
Leading us to His love
Livening us by His lawful lessons
Liberating us against lamentations
Lengthening our lives for lovely legacy
Letting us listen to and laud His loftiness for our learning. Amen!
June 4, 2024
Attaches onto the trees and ground
Quicken waters falling down
From space it caresses mixes with air
Sunshine eyes glimpse glistens bare
~
Flashing droplets down pour dips
Dew point pressure magnificent
Clutching the brief clouds first burst
Inclement moisten shroud rainfall first
3/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Pour the seawater into a shell
and hear each sound of the ocean,
you can own some of it 'till it dries out;
would you become a captain
and sail away to seek adventures?
Tempestuous oceans frighten,
grit keeps brave sailors alive and alert...
who has ever survived with a feeble will?
Have you traveled by sea and felt distress:
were you serenaded by a lovely siren?
Pour the seawater into a shell,
many kids have done that
and felt cheer and thrill;
be as curious as them,
shred your boredom:
step out, voyages wait!
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