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How Beautiful Is To Live

Why have they escaped horrible tyranny
 and not come here to profess hypocrisy.
haven't they bled enough
and clung to deny clemency?
What was built by patriotic hands
won't be destroyed by a threat;
 bravery always stands!

How beautiful is live
in a land of fairness and prosperity
without a set boundary;
we can own and wish what we crave!

Every dollar needs to be earned,
no laziness builds character 
in struggles we thrive;
the strongest helps the weaker
no traitor is hailed and honored:
he';ll pay for his crime~

How beautiful is to live
in a land of freedom and prosperity,
without a set boundary;
we can own what we wish and crave!

America is the blessed 
country of absolute freedom,
our belief is based on wisdom;
all patriots should be praised!

Premium Member I Am That I Am

Line of inquiry:
 “a heartbeat pulsating as living light
  free from each and every limitation
  I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
  the source wherefrom arises creation”


I am that I am, and for sure
I am blessed with a heart that needs
to share my gifts, as to assure
God's light exists in all my deeds.

That light inspires me to fuse
whatever way I can to say,
most often thought of as my muse,
the visions that my thoughts portray.

Creation stirs from special light
and steers the soul and heart to act
and from this source comes inner sight
how inspiration will extract.

And, so my words pay homage to
the source of light that turns my mind
to image life in ways that do
profess the gifts I've been assigned.

Premium Member Brother

Come now brother, lay your head.
The gates swing wide.
Your name is printed in the book of life.
Where demons no longer abide.

The mat on which you laid no longer restrains.
What you endured in the end,
What others saw with saddened eyes,
Is not what I know will ascend.

No smell of smoke and ash for you, my brother.
No gnawing of teeth or tearing of clothes.
No sufferance, no gripe.
No picking of flesh from vultures and crows.

You’ll be in clear skies and streets of gold.
Our mother to embrace and earthly father to see.
Distant, loving friends all gathered,
With love…oh the love and grace you will receive.

Sounds of trumpets blasts open the gates.
 A loving embrace of a warming light.
“Well done my son,” Whispered in your ear,
A kiss upon your cheek from He who has all might.

No heavy weight, no broken stride,
Just open arms and perfect rest.
The long dark night is finally gone.
Peace to you, my brother; peace, my love, I profess.


Premium Member The Singer Had Sought to Profess

The singer had sought to profess,
But thought it was better confess.
“I don’t know a thing
Of which note to sing,
I just sort of guess, more-or-less.”

Premium Member More is Less

The more they preach
      The less they believe
The more they look
            The less they see

The more they speak
         The less they listen
The more they learn
         The less they know

The more they fear
  The less they overcome
The more they promise
       The less they deliver

The more they expect
     The less they deserve
The more they complain
         The less they value

The more they reap
           The less they sow
The more they forsake
     The less they become

The more they mind
          The less they care
The more they sense
           The less they feel

The more they want
          The less they give
The more they answer
        The less they solve

The more they live
        The less they grow
The more they profess
     The less they explain

The more they judge
     The less they forgive
The smarter they get
     The dumber they are

How Beautiful Is To Live

Why have they escaped horrible tyranny
and have come here to profess hypocrisy?
Haven't they bled enough
and clung to denied clemency? 
What was built by patriotic hands
won't be destroyed by a threat!

How beautiful is to live
in a Land of fairness and prosperity
without a set of boundary,
we can own what we wish and crave!

Every dollar needs to be earned,
no laziness builds character:
in struggles we thrive:
the stronger helps the weaker:
no traitor is hailed and honored:
he'll pay for his crime!

How beautiful is to live
in a Land of fairness and prosperity,
without a set boundary:
we can own what we wish and crave!

Ameica is the blessed
country of absolute freedom,
our belief is based on wisdom:
all patriots should be praised!


Premium Member To my Juliet

Under your balcony
I sing for you an aria
and hereby do profess my love to you



AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Inferno

You bring me comfort, a reason to push you away 
Used to lessons coming and going
Their blessings weren’t good enough to stay
Weary of whom I share my energy, interim people touching my lasting soul
Society’s habit I shy away 
But you bring me peace
Thoughts of making you mine, words too vulnerable to speak
Could I be? 
The word falling gives me anxiety
Eager to profess but ever so patiently 
Waiting for a screw up, a sign to let up
So I’d have an excuse to blow up
Truth is, love is something I want to grow in
But it’s something that gets found without searching 
Trust issues due to experiencing the worst within 
Logic contradicting what my heart is urging
From never receiving what I was truly deserving
Due to toxic flames constantly emerging, from giving too much to those undeserving 
So much so that I was blindly burning
Yet willing to try again after first degree hurting
For my other half that I can submerge in 
To extinguish the fire in my loins, one that’s ever burning

Premium Member DOWAGER'S HUMP OF THE SPINE-My Challenge for October Poetry Contest

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I.
my spine, a slow bow
osteoporosis bent~
silent architect
turning collarbones to stone
mirrors lie, but spines profess.

II.
velvet cloak draped low,
hides what the disease has built~
a secret mountain
where pride and carriage crumble.
sunlight warms my crooked peak.

*NOTE: A dowager’s hump, also known as a widow's hump, is a condition characterized by an excessive forward curvature of the upper spine, often resulting in a noticeable hump at the base of the neck. It is commonly associated with osteoporosis and/or poor posture, particularly in older adults. (source: spineinstituteoftexas.com)

Premium Member Our Lives Now Entrwined Through Mutual Consent

Our Lives Now Entwined Through Mutual Consent

Our lives now entwined through mutual consent
As we agree to face the tests life presents,
Expressed in exchanged vows of matrimony
With wedding rings glistening on our fingers.

In front of kin and friends under umbrellas
(Who bear witness while memories develop),
As audacious thoughts waylay in truth exposed,
When promissory words by us are spoken,

“Before God, we profess our belief in faith,
To love, cherish, and honour one another.”
Then embrace each other with feelings conveyed
And seal with a kiss our future together.

   Sanctifying our bond in marital union
   Beyond an objector’s inapt interruption.

Premium Member The Greatest Trait

Among the virtues, one stands tall,
God exalts it above them all.
Those who profess to walk with God,
But lacks this trait, He deems a fraud.

When Christ upon a cross was hung,
heaven’s love song to man was sung.
God shared His heart; He made it bare,
revealed to us how much He cares.

Patience, perseverance, and hope,
when facing stress they help us cope.
Wisdom, fortitude, and courage
are valued traits in every age.

Humility, prudence, and faith
are traits that made the sages great. 
Generosity and kindness
are traits of those who have God’s mind.

Compassion, respect, and justice
are worthy traits that foster trust.
Both temperance and self-control
are worthwhile traits to set as goals.

Assertiveness and diligence
are traits of those who high-posts fill.
Forgiveness is a trait of those
who truly God's forgiveness knows.

Both modesty and chastity
are traits that today seem passé,
yet, none among the noble traits,  
the passage of time will outdate.

“God is love”, the Bible says,
and those who love, God homage pays.
So, Paul was right when he did state,
of the traits, “love is the greatest”

Premium Member Nice and Easy

If someday we do profess
Wear your brand new midi dress,
Fun shoes, denim jacket too
No one else but me and you
I'll tie my hair back, nice cologne
Cheshire boots will set the tone
A quiet moment with no fuss
'Til later on when it's just us

Premium Member SO BLINDED SIGHTED-

O' ye what it be
Sorely flying we be
High in mind, low minded
Soul blinded

I profess dreams of vision quest
heavenly invested in bless
High in thoughts, 
Above myself
My inner crest is that I am bless

O' ye I shall be
of my Father's Heart
my loyalty wealth
Soul sighted

I a visionary eyes so sweet
Paradise viewing blight
High in thoughts, 
Above myself
My inner crest is that I am bless
So blinded sighted


5/17/2025
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025

Premium Member Loving Yuck

Love without
Love within
Love where I am
where I’ve been

Beginning to think:
far too much abundance 
of this foolish, loving folly, 

so I kicked my
wagging tail collie -- 

loving view~
it just ain’t fair! – attempting to escape,
I journeyed to the zoo

wouldn’t you know it,
two loving ape there too

along to the park
high in birch nest
spied I a pair of nurturing
lark, near
another pair of
snuggling Red Breast -- 


two nests,  

fondly sharing, the same supporting limb

depressingly glim...

a loving co-op I must confess – such loving
caress – sadly, much more loving
needing my critical address: 

a young boy helping
an old lady off the bus~
gentle, avoiding painful
fuss

a bow-haired girl 
giving a bowl of milk to a feral cat
(I prefer a brat!) -- 
Expressing pure love
by her selfless care, makes a
ornery boy cuss

for a devout prune-face like me
I disapprovingly profess

this entire day, 
a freaking loving Mess!

The Heavy Cross Of Pain

Who else can bear the heavy cross of pain:
if not us who ardently profess Christ?
Haven't we been blessed by His light?
Aren't good deeds and kind words a gain? 

Jesus was the humblest of kings,
no crown for his head but thorns;
He fell but still and carried the heavy cross of pain
to His death: women wiped the blood off His chin!

Put on these shoulders the heavy cross of pain,
I have to feel what he felt to understand Him fully;
I'll be mocked and whipped on the way to Calvary: 
there mother will touch me and hold me again!

Carry your heavy cross of pain and glorify Him,
without His sacrifice we would be souls lost to sin;
we'll be laughed at and even be humiliated by them,
they have no love: they are as lawless as evil Cain!

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