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I find I thirst more day by day
for the True Vine, oh, sweet bouquet
with one drop on tongue, love immersed
more day by day, I find I thirst
the fruit is pressed through trials unsung
love immersed, with one drop on tongue
yet in the vine we find sweet rest
through trials unsung the fruit is pressed
we’re pruned and purged by design
we find sweet rest, yet in the vine
into the vine the branch is merged
by design we’re pruned and purged
one body, one heart, all entwine
the branch is merged into the vine
warmth of Spirit like wine impart
all entwine, one body, one heart
Categories:
purged, wine,
Form: Quatrain
For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025
Categories:
purged, war,
Form: Rhyme
We are still and yet life flows on,
borne by thought, causation desire,
to feel the warmth of love at dawn,
purged in heart, in God’s sacred fire.
Yet if all is one and we’re that,
all forms being but illusion,
where then is the need for combat,
save by egos in delusion?
Enriched by love, light of Self shines,
mirroring God’s luminescence,
rapture rises, love for love pines,
bliss beats throb as our quintessence.
That we’re God’s child, in stillness see ~
All He seeks is we be as He
Categories:
purged, god,
Form: Hybronnet
“You look happy.”
It wasn’t a compliment, nor was it truly an observation. It did not fall from his tongue with ease, it clung to his very being like a toxin that could not be purged. It was an accusation, a statement that settled itself between the two of us and silently solidified the notion of our separation.
Because I was happy.
I was so happy it threatened to consume us both, proving with no uncertainty that it was finished. The nail beaten so crudely into the coffin that even his deft hands could not pry their way inside. The all encompassing grasp of his self actualized sadness no longer touched the depths of me. I had reduced him from a prophet to a beggar, and in the end, I was happy.
Categories:
purged, change, conflict, freedom, goodbye,
Form: Prose
knowing rested, we surrendered
bliss beats rose, magnetism thundered
profound wisdom downloads began
mind fell silent whilst heart wondered
spirit performed a body scan
rapture rose, we sang with elan
polarities merged, heart was purged
we saw the world as one large clan
consciousness in bliss mists submerged
caused us to do as by love urged
we saw God’s face in direct sight
power of kundalini surged
forged in God’s form, we too are light
He walks beside us day and night
what’s there to fear when He’s so near
assuring us we’ll be alright
Categories:
purged, god, light, spiritual,
Form: Rubaiyat
control point in time
control and dissertation
of language
free speech
i am alive, a life living
outside of california
the pandemic census
what your rights are during covid
isolation
while?
the rest of the citizens are not purged
as a genocide, in the streets of america
these are american war crimes
what rights don't you have
to come outside
california is not open for genocide and war crimes
yet?
you are open to this type of sexual satisfaction
gauranteed
this is prosperous notion
now the hurdle and stampede
continues
the purge is real the sun is the camera angle
the tinge of dead decaying boy flesh in your mouth is a great symbol of vignette. right?
wga cdc
Categories:
purged, anniversary, black love,
Form: Free verse
Disseminated, I fell in Fall
A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves
Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees
Purged of Energy that no Longer Align
Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign.
Discarded By the Gravity, Mercurial Retrograded
I Succumbed, Physically Numbed to Embrace Transformation
Pluto deemed Necessary Shadow Self Initiation
For My Path is Destined, A Daunting Journey
Where I Confront Layers of My Soul and Fulfil My Destiny
For When Lifeless Leaves Fall From Their Hosts of Trees
In the New Luna I Shed Outdated Tendencies.
Within Chaos is Order, Scorpio's Moon Emotionally Drenched
Illusions Of Fear and Limitations Shackled and Benched
No more Tears, Isolated from Mundane Manipulators
I Reject the Noise, Choosing the Peacemakers
Hibernated in a Cocoon of Self Discovery, Secure from the Torpid Winter
Connected to the All, Yet a Solitary Snowflake, An Icy Splinter
In Winters Brutal Hold, Profound Wisdom in a Snowflake Unfold
At Home In Comfort in Pluto's Ninth Mansion
Metamorphic Recycled Soul Secured In A Celestial Tapestry of Expansion.
Categories:
purged, introspection, moon, poetry, seasons,
Form: Free verse
There you are
gazing into the water
as it coils around the pier,
hoping to decipher
its tidal language, divine
a message in the slow lift
and fall of the swell,
the soft lapping sound echoing
through the dark shadows
below.
But whatever is here
seems to have withdrawn
deeper into itself, far beyond
where your senses can reach
or your uprooted mind can go,
severed as it is
from the origins
of its own creation.
You are of this age,
utterly modern,
purged of myth
and deaf to the spirits that once
moved here in the water
and roamed the land,
the sung sagas
of your ancestors.
In the isolation
of this cleared world
a terrible silence has fallen
in which the only sound
now is your own pulse
imprisoned in the confines
of an ear.
Categories:
purged, imagination, solitude, spiritual, world,
Form: Free verse
Oneness
A beautiful profound statement of spiritual unity and oneness!
Beautiful and heartfelt love
Holy union
union: "I am in HIM"
In a deep, spiritual connection with the divine
Invisibility: "You cannot see me"
implies as in my truest self
that is hidden from physical sight
Beautiful and heartfelt reverence
Divine enclosure "in HIM" envelops I am in God's presence, making you invisible to the physical world
Together a poetic, devotional quality,
Unioned we're expressing a beautiful and heartfelt love
of spiritual unity in oneness
Awareness of being hidden in God's presence
I soul trust in the divine enclosure and protection
Beautiful and heartfelt reverence
Keep embracing the beauty of being in Him!
I am indeed hidden in His loving presence
He and I are we are purged and merged
Effervescent we are evident we are residents of Heaven
Beautiful and heartfelt love
9/4/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Categories:
purged, addiction, analogy, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Lighthouse
shines reflective sea lapping
rocks plus skipping a house mouse.
Stoic
structured aperture aiding
scarred fought homeless heroic.
Sullen
elements outstretched expanse
points a critter to lull in.
Manmade
contraption whirrs about as
a little varmint evade.
Compass
nils bearing takes point
unexpected practices.
Keeper
mermaid purged surging wave,
tempt failed, saves a dreamer.
Categories:
purged, analogy, dream,
Form: Ode
Would that I could be made beautiful again
after being broken, withered and wrinkled.
My aged parts, especially my heart,
given new life like pieces of sea glass
gently washed upon an amber shore.
No more complaints then would I offer
to my coffer filled with miseries.
Free from clicking knees and blurry vision
preventing me from seeing clearly, things
I cherished and lost. On waves, I'd be tossed.
Would that I could be made beautiful again
like frosted glass in pastel hues from the deep,
I'd be prized and valued enough to keep.
No longer would I weep over jagged shards
with ragged edges that I have sadly become.
If ever again, beauty is found in me,
let waves deliver my body as bounty from the sea.
Weathered skin, emeried smooth by grains of sand,
would find me renewed when I emerge,
purged like sea glass, polished until I shine.
Categories:
purged, age, body,
Form: Free verse
sun and the moon
purged in fire
radiate cool heat
enlivening form
presence witnesses
heart celebrates
fullness in emptiness
is the new normal
Categories:
purged, fire, moon, spiritual, sun,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes
it's good to give
yourself up in an heartfelt yell -
to find a place out of earshot
of others, a beach will do,
or better, a shoreline with rocks
and crashing waves,
or out bush where there is
nothing but wide open spaces -
and then take a deep breath
to fuel your loudest yell.
At first it will feel strange
to hear your own voice
rise unrestrained in air,
savage, primal, a sound coming
from the deepest pit
of your ancestral soul.
Keep yelling until you feel
the need subside
and a calm comes upon you.
You will leave satisfied,
still without answers and weighted
with all the problems
that you carried before.
There will be no sudden
enlightenment or beatific vision,
just a soulful peace purged
of all anger, only yourself,
stripped of pretense
and once more a reconciled
and humble child of earth.
Categories:
purged, child, earth, peace, self,
Form: Free verse
April 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 8-9
Key Verse – 1Kings 8:11 So that the priests could not stand to minister because of the cloud: for the glory of the LORD had filled the house of the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO FILLS
HIS HOUSE WITH HIS GLORY
Praise be to God for filling His house with His glory:
Exposing to us His sovereign worth
Enabling us toward sincere worship
Expressing to us His shining wealth
Empowering us for servanthood and stewardship ways
Emphasizing to us His separation from wickedness
1Kings 8:61 Praise be to the Lord Who exhorts us
to make our hearts be made perfect by Him:
Purified according to His truth
Purged by His teachings
Powered with His triumph
Prepared for His testings
Peace-propped along His touch
1Kings 9:3 Praise be to the Saviour for hearing our
prayer and supplication with attitudes of:
Christ-caused hallowing
Consecrated hopefulness
Conscious hearkening
Chaste heart despite heaviness
Cleansed health of hoisted happiness. Amen!
April 14, 2024
Categories:
purged, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
We search not the living among the dead
The wine that is His blood and His flesh that is the bread
We partake with His Word and in joyous psalms
Commemorating His death till He comes
That the slain Son of God rose
Having purged us of our sins and woes
We search not the living among the dead
We search not hope in the things we dread
For a wiser and better one than Solomon and Moses
And a greater one than reason and fathom poses
Did the never before done and never after to be repeated
And is now on the right hand of the Father seated
We search not the living among the dead
Who only bruised a heel from crushing the serpent’s head
Claiming back for us earthly dominion
And restoring to us the Father’s communion
Praised be Christ from generation to generation
Not just in mention but in adoration and veneration
K. Muitherero
Categories:
purged, christian, easter,
Form: Rhyme
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