Promised Poems

a Promised land

How can a place be no fairy
And no person either
The birds are gone for food
There are no seeds, no fruits 
And no flowers blooming for hopes 

I don't mind and need not a pity 
In fact, I am indeed rattling happy
If this is a discarded land
It must be mine

What Your Voice Promised

You folded a shirt until the seam sealed a sentence.
Each crease was a stamp pressed shut — fold, press, set aside.
You stacked them: unmailed pages, tidy and unread.

In the kitchen you didn’t ask for sugar; your finger traced
our small circle for second helpings —
a gesture still carrying its own grammar.

Silence opened a bureau in the hall: drawers labeled
with answers I had kept for you — thin slips of paper
I never dared to send.

I remembered your hum before breakfast:
the soft tuck of paper into an envelope,
a sound that promised delivery.

Last night, on an envelope, you wrote:

I am learning to listen
to what silence keeps.

This morning you spoke one word: Here.
It lay on the table like a stamp no one noticed until now —
already stuck, already sent.
A shirt slipped from the stack into my lap;
I held it, not knowing if I’d been given a gift
or a reminder.

Promised Refuge

I once made you a promise
So long ago it seems a lifetime
Never again would you have
To face the darkness alone 

It was a promise I would repeat
With each spiral and dark descent
I would never run away
No matter how much you expected it

Eventually you said goodbye
And it shattered me to pieces
But that promise never left me
Even if the muse behind it did

I worried for a while
Until I knew that you were safe
Then I focused on myself
And eventually pieces changed to peace

And now so much time has passed
But that promise isn’t void
So permanent its carved in stone 
Even if I never need fulfill it

Like a cellar in a storm
A place of refuge from the wind
I'm not asking you always stay here
Just asking you know I'm still there

For storms are so destructive
The tornadoes, rain, and hail
So I'll always keep that promise
I will never let it fail

you promised

You promised me the days we sung and cooked and danced, painting each others nails would come back someday

You promised me, so i sat restless, watching the pass of everyday, pass me by, memories souring as the clock ran 

Harmless illusions wipe away as i realize what i had been surrounded by, with each spent sunday i realised i was lucky when you ran away

Harmful children come from hazardus playgrounds,i was raised to bring pain, i know a million ways that i can

You promised, something so insignificant, you are someone who should never have been given a second thought, so why do i feel this way

You promised something so small, years later something that didn’t matter yet my mind still paints you a con-man

Harmless was never really a word i’d have thought to use for you unless in a singular action like today

Harmful even when you don’t realise i guess your the same in one way, you were a liar before our relationship began

The Box

I was grateful for the love of family and friends

But I was longing to hear your voice just once again

Then I came upon a box that I had not seen

There was a note that read ‘just a few keepsakes to you-from me’

 

I would recognize that handwriting anywhere

It was from you, my beloved my dear

I carefully opened it--not knowing what I would see

The box opened easily without a need for a key

I peered into the box

At first, I was a bit confused

Was this one of your jokes?

Or were these things really to be used?

 

There were:

Glasses – to help me to look for the best

A blindfold – to assist me in overlooking the rest

Some glue – to remind me not to be broken apart

A doorknob – to keep open the door to my heart

A glove – to incite me to offer a hand when I observe a fall

A ladder – to provide me with the vision to help others stand tall

 

I closed the box but promised to open it again

Whenever I missed the voice of my mentor and friend

God has promised'

Here  highlight the word of the I Am.! I will make a nation
Mighty from Ishmael..Eldest son of Abraham.' Not a religion' but yet
A nation.' Now be aware God has an eternal plan! this 
Involves not the Synagouge of satan.' Who trialled by night
The (Son of Man) so here I call out from the watchtower
Haste before the night is too deep, I call Israel also to return to Him noa! you've spent far too long asleep.' Enter by
The narrow path, that Jesus walks along.' And follow close
Behind Him' for He will sheild you from.' All the ties of satan
All those horeyed lies.' His way is the one and  only way.' To get all to
The Fathers side.'

Promised New World

World's often unfair to everyone,
There's a better world promised though.

Not Just A Few

There is a new beginning
Both for me and also you
God promised love and peace
To everyone not just a few
We are His children yes indeed
The rightful heirs of His great throne
It is so wonderful to know
It is not known to me alone
Rise up all you saints
Mark your place and stand your ground
Know that God has chosen you
My knowledge true, my words are sound

The Conquering Promised Seed

The Genesis of a Promised Seed
was and has always been a conflict.
Since primordial Eden and Eve,
between her grain against devil's trick.

His journey to the womb of Mary
is a testament of His sovereignty.
Bloodlines of imperfect humanity,
finely woven redemptive purity.

The night, a loving Father's hand
laid His Promised Seed to a manger.
Reaching the unlightened world,
yet rejected, spit upon and shattered. 

The sundial in the Hands of the Almighty,
while He buries His Begotten selflessly.
The Omniscient One cast the Seed lovingly.
Yes He died, but soon He's risen victoriously.

Jesus, the Promised Seed of the Father
is now exalted, seated in heaven's Throne.
Though His heel was wounded with scar,
He trampled the devil's head, defeated and dethroned.

Promised Gleams

 The sky wears a peachy shawl
 Gentle ushering in the dawn
 There is a promised gleam of light

 Into this new day both joy and sadness will come
 Chirping birds entertain with their melody
 Leaving a song in the heart

 Bring in new ideas to rearrange the status quo
 Infinite possibilities lie ahead
 Favoring those who will seize the day

Promised Land

I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.

THE PROMISED LAND

My gaze lingered, met by a nod of approval 
So, here short words are legal. 
At last, my heart finds shelter, an open space 
Where emotions can find their place.  

With a wink, I see a creature so dear  
Lovely as morning dew, fresh and clear.  
It wears a smile, soft as May’s bloom  
That must be a sonnet.

Further ahead, another form I see 
A tangled figure, lost in mystery.  
Like a teacher lost in thought 
A villanelle trapped in a line there is no rhyme.  

Is this the promised land I stand upon?  
Where words play emotions like gods at dawn 
Shaping worlds with the turn of a hand 
As poetry rises from this sacred land.

AN ADORNING PROMISED SOUL

Adored hallowed revered.
Sanctified point in time epoch
Advent emergence age era
You fill My Heart with love  
Reverence revere venerate promised soul
Glory be


9/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

I must have promised

I must have promised to diligently strive
to get up each morning by half past five.
Drink my java, watch the news, keep
things quiet and let her snooze..
Wash up at our bathroom sink but keep
the faucet trickling so she gets a full drink..
Serve her a chicken pate dish, never meat
and seldom fish..
If I'm met with defeat offer a few temptation treats.
Brush my tresses and her hair, bless her with
a St. Anthony prayer..
Once the sun is fully up, let her out to strut her stuff..
When I forget or show some slack, I'm actually snubbed
by my very own cat!
I'll be sticking with this cat's agenda, heaven forbid I
might offend her..

Aeonian Probity Promised

The heart can carry pain like a talisman.
Warding off further pain.
Encased in hebetude.
Wallowed in a plethora of flummox.
Like a butterfly in chrysalis.
A radiant sapphire evanescent.
Rhapsodic felicity turned idyllic melancholy.
But the butterfly quiescent must not,
Forever remain in this state.
For aeonian probity is promised,
If the heart rises beyond pains mediocrity.
And tend to its irenic power with its maker.
A dulcet melody in silent reverie.

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