Death strikes with its wicked grin,
Deep grief and sorrow it brings,
Flights to heaven then begin,
When our souls fly without wings,
Each saint bears a halo ring,
They reign there as queens and kings,
With Angels near a calm spring.
Contest title: What Happened After
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Date: 18th July, 2025
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Contest Judged: June 9th, 2025 10:20:00 PM
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placement: First
They brought them back in the Age of Dust,
when crops failed and gods went quiet.
With DNA teased from marrow’s crust,
they rose--reborn, and violent.
In glass-born labs beneath dead cities,
the scientists whispered hope.
“Guardians,” they said, “not beasts nor pity,”
as they cut through time’s old rope.
But the wolves remembered ice and blood,
the hunt, the pack, the kill--
they moved like ghosts through ash and mud,
with a hunger time couldn’t still.
The world grew wild beneath their gaze,
old fences fell to claw and fang.
The sky turned gray for endless days,
and silence bloomed where children sang.
We learned to speak in signal fire,
to tread the earth with care--
for the alphas ruled from mountain spire,
and no one dares go there.
Now laws are written in howl and tooth,
in scent and scar and chase.
The price of playing God, in truth,
was the loss of the human race.
They roam where cities used to burn,
where glass lies sharp in bone--
and every full moon, we return
to pray they leave us alone.
Behold, a servant became king!
In Tirzah, he made a killing.
While the army was away-
Behold, King Elah's doomsday!
Zimri came and struck him dead,
Baasha's sin came to a head,
None were spared belonging to him,
Zimri killed all of them.
His rise in status would not last,
Earth shook due to this contrast-
No change in nature his undoing,
A fool pays for his misdoing.
Omri comes to claim the throne,
Zimri's support was overblown.
His doomsday choice is suicide,
Fire was kindled - Zimri died.
Behold, the parade of evil kings!
Omri and Tibni, the offerings.
Omri's support provided the win,
Encouraging Israel to sin.
Exalting oneself is foolish,
And planning evil is ghoulish.
Such a king can only feign-
Behold, the seven-day reign!
The government is no longer farcical
Most intelligent ones have ceased laughing
Mein Kampf is in the rulebook now
Our new dictators have it down pat
Censor anything they do not believe or advocate
Jail or kill those who protest
Control the media
Target a specific group
Be ruthless in pursuit
Intimidating and bullying; forcing their will on the rest of us
There will soon be goose-stepping in our streets
People will humiliate you
People who don't want your best
People who are against you
People who don't know your worth
People who don't know who you are
People without humility.
People will humiliate you
People who wants applause
People who wants attention
People who wants power
Some for fun
Most for belittling
Others just because of their inexperience.
People will humiliate you
People who wanna be above you
So they can use you
Rule and ruin you
Bend and break you
Tame and shame you
Just to make you bow to them reigns forever.
Soul Energized We're
Energized Drops of Reign
????Soul Energized We're
Energized ?? Drops of Reign
Each drop of rain says His name
Each drop of rain praises Him, reigns
Every pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Fillings of each creek, streams, valleys and craters
Ever so Every Soul pores, pours
Shedding spores moisture
Droplets of Heavens spots of dew drops
Every window that gails breeze that sails
Is a breath of life
Every small burst of breeze is Our Father's breath
His ?? lips speak life ??
His words bring forth life
Everything He spoke forth, speaks of
Becomes just does!
(Becomes)
Every light that does shine
He begins it in Him
Soul energized energy multiplied
Confidently He's so provides
We're the image of Him; Elohim
And in Him (were) we're...being
Soul Energized we are drops of Reign
10/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & The Corinthian
dedicated to "God is Speaking Ministries- Janeen Brown "
The students couldn't wait
until the fat lady sung,
so some heaved rocks
while others slung dung..
Bonded by the beat from
an umbilical drum,
protesting in the streets
as one, Hashina's authoritarian regime
was overcome.
A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray
a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space
a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its wake
another bound to seek a kingdom
let tragedy come and dictate
supported by the staunch and loyal
rallied a champion whose colours bled
a sacrifice made for the soil
the consequence cost him his head.
A subtle shift in the shadows of sunset
exposes the splendid Moon as She rises.
Just as a cunning gambler hedges his bet
She shines Her best displaying Her surprises.
She slinks across the restless sky, a coquette,
limning traits of the goddess She comprises.
During Her reign over the darkening night
Her regal demeanor dispels the day's light.
Blessed New Day;
Father we’re ever so thankful;
For this your new day;
Father you reign;
Your liquid rain;
Reciprocating,
Covering,
your glory flows, juices unto the trees;
And the grasses and children and grounds be;
O’ Heavenly Father you reign over all that you have done;
Rain so down your coverings on us,
Rain down your joy, peace and love;
Thank-you Elohim Father for your Holy rain/reign;
Always-
Always-
Amen
3/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I am of the storm
I reign
I am of His light
I shine
Brightly burning tempest bright I shine
reign I am of His light I shine ALONE
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Harvesting is the line tritely still
Soul in waiting, so revealing emotions running rapidly still
Basic need of man not to be alone
Where is mine soul mate she not here, I am alone
reign I am of His light I shine ALONE
ALONE Reign I am of light His I shine I am His sun
2/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A day of reckoning is upon us
Winds that pick and toss rain that pelts and soaks
Pick up your armor, release the shields
Only to have it ripped from your grasp
Alone you wander through the wreckage
Lost souls twinned in the feat of battle
Feel the thunder smash into the land
As the heavens let loose another incursion
Splatter goes your only hopes
As you hold your hand up to catch the drizzle
Covered, head to toe in the past, future, the present
Feel the hurt that we have devastated
Wash away in the downpour
The earth quenched from another conflict
As if the clouds have not had enough
They continue their downward spiral
But alas, there is an opening
The foretold eye, an empty chasm
Where the grass streaks green
The trees sway from releasing their chains of water
Spring can see once again
For the colors that stripe the atmosphere
Show the end of this abhorrent misery
The rain will come again, you know so
But for now, bask in the sunlit circle
For it will be gone soon, To the monsoon
Sometimes I wonder…
As I read the past poets, great writers,
With offerings of words
Who will ever be, so sweet - they shall not fade.
But, then I read the current poetry –
Modern thoughts with a modern muse,
And I’m sensing that, if we should meet with one,
Who wrote the best, the greatest, the insightful,
We might be sadly pressed… to give these authors,
Our recompense,
Though we never would say the words,
We lack the same reverence, the same awe,
Admiration for those whose gifts…
Aspire to offer our hearts the greatest genius.
Would we recognize, today…
The wonder of poetry that can honestly say…
It will be gathered and assembled,
Collected for the day – when our poetic successors
Read the words that can still –
Still a heart, warm a soul, and bring to readers…
Joys untold, wonders so bold, lingering praise,
For poets who reign in eternal grace,
Plodding away, in complete assurance, that their words…
Shall go down in history, forever and always –
Poetic legends, notorious for their breathless pens,
Their tender embrace – the amazing way they portray…
Lovely lights beyond the poet’s persuasion.
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