When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow
Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow
And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow
Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow
As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit to where few do know
Finally when fall sighs
Watch as the leaf flies
As a reminder of the deadly reaping of what I did sow
alabaster clouds
morph into ashen grey smoke
acid rain plummets
a grieving heart breaks in two
drowning within its own flood
angel of deaths scythe
shows not an ounce of mercy
reaps a twin flames love
One small change is all I made
One small sacrifice was made
I gave an inch and got back a meter
I gave God a bow and got an army
A small gesture can have a giant impact
A little love can have the greatest effect
I didn’t know I could reap so much from so little
I didn’t know another soul could respond so deeply
I think I’ll continue down this path of progress
I think I’ll take a minute to show gratitude to God
After "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
how long shall I be dreaming
of this place where darkness abounds
who shall lift me gleaming
show me your light and heavenly sounds
(or are you the reaper, coming for my eyes)
none then come to douse my sorrow
can there be such, so morbid as this
a smile or a whisper, could I not borrow
a scent, enchanting laughter, one last kiss
(oh reaper no need for a raven disguise)
the wind howls at me, hurling shadows
I am but one step from the door
I think of her and my heart slows
this loss is eating away my core
(oh reaper why seek so my demise)
incessant, ticking time peace on the wall
speed up now for this lonely lost soul
take me from this sorry night’s thrall
ah but I see, can I ever again be whole
(I forget reaper, you own these night skies)
why then contemplate matters so grave
surely shall my spirit soar again
and yet my love I could not save
this place forever then a place of pain
(come on then reaper, together shall we rise)
TO POETIC REAPING
In the mind’s garden,
the poem of poems, germinates
in its fertile soil:
The poem’s ripening word-fruits
seeded with enlightenment:-
May poetic grace
be reaped from rhythmic sows
of flowing guidance:-
May poetic words
be cultivated throughout
all of the seasons:-
In the mind’s garden
may inspirational grace
forever blossom:
And may encouraging light
ever be sun-shined:-
Praises be to God
for fertilizing my mind’s
poetic garden:-
In life, there is ending
Only time gets used to everything
If you want to live better do not cheat people
If you want to live successful, don't slander others
If you want to succeed don't harm others
Every thing we do, do it with good intentions
What you do, it will comes back to you again
Everything has a law of sowing and reaping
The wheel of life keeps on turning
One day you're up, the next day you're down
Accept change, be flexible on what life's may bring
Someone who hurt you, carry on life to forgive
Someone's life without guilt will surely be destroyed
Whether it's from the path of work, fortune, family or health.
LIFE'S SOWING AND REAPING
In life's great garden,
Many challenges test us:
We reap what we sow:-
I planted fruit trees
Ten years ago; now, fruiting
My kids now reaping.
What you send out far, far into the Universe
Will return in the same wrapping you had used.
Why you opened your heart and perhaps purse
When you needn’t have, is what you’ve accrued.
Forget not that charity is an act that receives more
Than it gives; and kindness is wealth incalculable.
Your generous heart might be forbidden to soar,
But a selfless soul is a true treasure invaluable.
Hope can be a rose without thorns, with a scent divine.
Words can become pearls of love that offer solace.
Sow handfuls of altruistic acts with the cosmos to align.
Be a river that flows unhindered, spreading infinite bliss.
The reaper fills his basket with a harvest of loss or gain:
Would you rather have joy, or would you prefer pain?
Whate’er you do, be sure you know
The seeds you plant will surely grow
Your seeds of love, your seeds of strife
Will swiftly sprout throughout your life
Beware, you sowers of distress
The seeds you plant will soon progress
Though seeds of sin may seem so small
They grow to fruitful trees so tall
That fruit is poison, please take heed
And never sow such bitter seed
Take heart, you sowers of delight
Of what is true and just and right
Though oft you cannot see them grow
Such seeds bear more than e’er you know
Such trees of righteousness supply
Sweet fruits of hope when times are dry
Our King is just; be sure you know
We all will reap the seeds we sow
Sewing And Reaping
By: Miracle Man
October 30, 2020
Some are content to follow another person’s path,
while others have a penchant for marking their own.
But irregardless of what lies in our path’s aftermath,
God holds us accountable for each seed that we’ve sown.
*“For whatsoever a man soweth, that he shall also reap,”
so make your path straight endeavoring to live upright.
If we live contrary, on our own head’s, coals we heap,
choose the path that precludes any thoughts of affright.
* Galatians 6:7
“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
Virgin wasteland un-trampled
Rugged terrain in front of my step
I am resting as not to set foot
In the rugged scape of magic
A screen of thistles ramblers climbers and shelter
Indigenous flowers budding
Untamed seeds flowing wild
Feral spread of the horizon
Rugged un-spoilt inspiration
No trespassing as far as soft eyes explore and receive
Gentle wind soothes my skin
Rain shares moist trickles
Clouds break musk and dawn
Mellow chorus of fragrance
If I go any further my steps threaten the fleeting wonder
22nd March 2020
Summer singes time
People we love burn away
Fall removes the ash
fathom rider;
I'd rather;
Be covered in lather;
Than become displaced;
Challenge fighter;
Surfing waters;
Been blown in the winds;
Coarse confusion;
Mass delusions;
Help me back in my skin;
Burn impressions;
Mass detection;
Of the gatherings;
When it's all said and done;
Mankind reaps what it sows;
6/03/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS
Reaching out towards freshness all ripened,
Holding onto huge branches hovering high,
Not bothered about tan getting deepened,
I hand pluck lush naseberries straight from the sky;
Savouring sweetness with a satisfied sigh.
2nd August, 2017
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