The earth, the population's burden's beast -
we take its flesh, its skin, and blood and bones.
We fight for its spoils. Terror is unleashed.
We have graduated from throwing stones -
mankind, once a hope, soon to be deceased.
Can you hear the hot, fevered beast's last moans?
Beneath our planet's provident blue sky,
we'll kill ourselves before the beast can die.
As I stand alone held in place
I am embraced
He's beside me
deep inside me
provident and prevention provincial
essence inside me
open mind my eye... We are One
So profoundly beautiful and intimate expression of spiritual connection, These words expect evoke a sense of surrender trust and unity with a higher power. Our Father as I stand alone held in place suggesting a sense of stillness and stability even in isolation. I am the equation as a declaration I am embraced implies the deep sense of being surrounded and supported. By an unseen presents my God the realization that He's beside me deep inside me. Highlights the intimate and interesting nature of our connection. Provident and prevention probable since inside of me suggests the sense of guidance protection and wisdom. That realizes resides...We our one
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr.. ©2024
“Man became a living soul”
when the LORD God Almighty
“breathed into his nostrils the breath of life…”
according to the Scriptures’ Genesis 2:7.
Such truth makes my soul divine
always delighted for heavenly communion
ready to have fellowship with the Creator
as well as to worship in the beauty of His holiness
where sublime peace and triumphant bliss pervade.
Midst vibrant relationship with the Lord
I strive to surmount challenges
since He constantly restores my soul
directing my faith toward paths of righteousness
and stewardship journey for soulwinning pursuits
that build lives by the grace so provident.
Grateful to the Saviour for my redemption
I live for Him, optimizing moments of joyous serving
while readying to join my life Source
Who makes my being profitable
along this assertion: “…Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell.”*
*Psalm 16:10
June 28, 2023
8th place, "A Soul is Divine" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged on 6/29/2023.
Precariously poised on
the precipitous precipice,
I pondered whether a nose-dive plummet
into the whirlpool lagoon below
was prudent, well-advised and provident.
But the angry impassive persona,
of the ever so cross porpoises,
seen purposefully prancing there
gawking up at me,
persuaded me to prudently,
postpone the plunge.
WELL HERE 3rd John 1:2
Effectively, exhaustively, efficiently?
Be it’s well with you;
That you be?
~
As fit as a flea!
Provident;
Conscientiously!
1/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
a LUNE POEM
How close it was but sadly not to be
with chosen numbers falsely provident -
deserving no such serendipity
lest I remain reckless and delinquent.
Mine are the sins of a Protestant son
for which I am well blamed but not well-heeled,
which robbed my vulgar life’s fortune undone
till I’m pale and hermetically sealed.
Lost are foreign cars, no pockets of gold -
no libertine joy till O’ happy dirge!
My Faustian spirit that sold its soul
alas will not my blunted senses purge.
O’ well, seems my fate is not to abscond
with some giddy perky pneumatic blonde!
Written: December 1996
spending less in the summer
for the winter,
Mrs little ant protects herself and
avoid hunger
in cold weather
Being proper in all things has gains.
A family makes both ends meet
as members are provident.
If they use time wisely,
they'll be productive.
If they are neat,
Happiness
dwells in
home.
Not just the sky itself—they are every ocean and stream—
filled with reflections of rainbows, waterfalls and rain.
Windows of beauty fringed in verdant shades of green.
Not a trace of sadness shows for things that cause her pain.
Her eyes, serenely soft, are sacred, mystic jewels.
Forever and beyond they always will remain.
Content within her powers of evergreen renewal,
her eyes reflect and sparkle with all of nature’s hues.
Wisdom of aeons — their provident accrual.
Her eyes —a wellspring of every artist’s muse—
like a mother giving from her immeasurable heart.
All this she imparts—yet we never pay the dues.
These eyes, so beautiful, her children fill with hurt.
Beware—her precious gaze—some day she will avert.
Caring deity wandering reflection,
love light celestial inward perfection.
Luminous serene time maternity,
conceiving womb sustainity.
Silent voice drifting flow,
water of mercy and compassion beau.
Provident sphere radiant shade,
heart endurance to be not afraid.
Beyond all conception,
drifting towards the ultimate conviction.
Virtues dissolved in the sea of pure,
mystic retained childhood through life for sure.
Natures regard of no conventionality,
reaching for the soul felt personality.
Loves creation the hand of worship shine,
resumed divine knowledge in living thine.
Every time miserable fear grips my heart
torturing each chamber with woeful grief
afflicting harshly, leaving panic-dart
to sorrow, overwhelmed by unbelief…
In moments of crises tormenting my mind
distress-filled, losing assured hope
beleaguered, confused where truth to find
anxiously groping for wisdom’s scope…
Whenever my soul wallows in doubt
questioning God’s omnipotent light
murmuring against His gracious clout
after having proven provident might…
Here am I guilty of faithlessness and unbelief
making my God powerless...
I now repent, cleaving to Christ’s compassion
since He’s my Saviour*, worthy of trust-verity.
*2Samuel 22:3 The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour...
April 11, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK D,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/24/2020.
“… The 1986 revolution in the Philippines … brought an end to the martial law imposed by Marcos’ regime in 1972, and saw the accession to power of the first woman president, Cory Aquino.”
Freedom songs of militant optimism
Reigned with victorious patriotism
Liberty shouting spirit of volunteerism
Vanquishing oppressed activism…
Music reverberating freedom’s prevalence
Street dancing breaking Martial Law’s silence
Commending People power revolution excellence
God I thank for His bestowed historical opulence…
Such marked grand national milestone in my College days
Having first woman president along political race
After freedom-driven coup d’etat of peaceful ways
The Lord I praise for His provident grace…
Best of all is my spiritual freedom exposure
Midst university culture shock pressure
Genuine peace*, divine liberation I gained with pleasure
Through Jesus Christ the Saviour Who my eternity does assure.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
March 12, 2020
1st place, "DANCE WITH ME" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 4/7/2020.
Right of passage;
Grit of glory;
Wrongly divided;
Forgiven finally;
Provident
Heaven finally obtain;
Through grace forgiveness;
Bad choices enigma;
Salvation none greater;
Heaven meant for...
Right of passage
5/28/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Situation
Switch off mind’s clutter and swish with your soluble soul
Seize the second swirl away seizure’s silent convulsions
Sequence sequesters surpass surreptitious soliloquies
Resistance
Ruminating reason and ravenous rapture restrict and resurface
Reticent roads as they relinquish romance and rhapsody’s roar
Re-infest the refuge re-establish revulsive rigid riposte in return
Peace
Paint pastels’ panache peruse provident past pastures
Pack pipe dreams and perilous pitfalls persist and perceive
Proceed to pink palettes of plentiful panorama and passion
Every day He Searches Recollects and Ponders when all he
Might think of is to breathe in and out without thought
If I hold my head up
I shall not prosper
But if I raise my arms and hands
I shall stand
In the midst of HIM
Him whose the creator of all
I shall walk and not crawl
For I've heard it all
Up
Prosper
Hands-stand
In the midst of HIM
creator of all
I will not fall, I shall not crawl
If I hold my head up
I WILL PROSPER
I will not relinquish the slaughter
I come in peace
God is my peace
I shall release
His provident?
11/06/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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