The passions
that divided us
when we were young
Bring us back
together
when old
The bias
the malice
the pain and the hurt
The years
in their wisdom
remold
What once
seemed important
and drove us apart
Transformed
like a westerly
wind
To finish
our days
attached at the hip
Umbilically
joined
— from within
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
of a marriage away.
They were the ones
that I don’t understand.
I hope to remold this
column of mishappen thoughts
into a strong, yet misshapen
haiku.
Whispers of Lord of the Khemenu
(A lone voice whispers)
Beyond what tired minds pass by as memories, fires, and embers fade.
Beyond what the missing say, while fluted pipes play.
As in deep waters you wade as life slowly fades and Mother Darkness calls your way.
Just look for the magic while your resolve holds as everything unfolds.
And try to empty the cold and all it tries to remold.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
A poem portraying a spiritual crossing through grief and dissolution, guided by ancient wisdom, urging the soul to seek meaning and release despair before it reshapes who they become.
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c folds bri
a n e cks
tears t - r - e - e - s. remold(s)
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s
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from its papier mache
Face spectacle
daunting optical illusion
Parallel mind heart intrusion
Whom are we to judge
Vessel filled with sludge
Temporarily soul devoid of joy
Father remold me fill my void
Upon renewing me mercy grace set me free
8/4/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
In the past we had to rip them from their mothers
screaming, crying ... afraid
and remold them in our image
antiquated traditions to be discarded
minds and values to be upgraded
by the Machine
Oh! The Glorious Machine ...
But the smoky, grinding beast of old has evolved itself
Glistening, oiled, sleek ... and quiet ...
Pure power - now alluring, irresistible.
Now they leave their mothers of their own choosing
Caught up in wonder of the Machine.
Oh! The Glorious Machine ...
All shall serve for they are served.
All are used up as they learn to use.
All must bow before it ... or break
Oh ... The Glorious Machine ....
2024-09-15 finished quickly by 10:51 AM inspired by article "Sacred places" by Phillip Whiteman Jr.
Thick clouds of unanswered questions
eclipse the clear light thought to be seen.
Bewildered by election commentary again,
our ears quit as media opine.
Hearers' lack of response yields understanding,
'twas a vacant struggle just to be heard.
Hardened clay won't remold without action.
Such a war of words ends with mere tolerance.
January 8, 2011, revised and posted May 11, 2024
Posture heart beating
Even though it’s evil,
God can remold, soften –
and pour into it
To each His own
I am not my own
Even my life is on loan
2/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
It should not often be Gold
That man should be glad to hold:
Lots more before they are old,
Over them happy palms fold:
Their wives battling with cold
Plus kids that love stories told,
Which stories would life remold
Many of them Divine Scold…
It should not be just for Gold
That man might choose to be bold:
A sinner should be cajoled,
Woman who’s made her man cuckold…
I have a sound idea sold
And for you some ball rolled…
a voice In my house, my home was full in darkness;
A voice my eyes open still I see darkness;
Voiced Blackened stone cold heart;
Stuffed in strife in lust;
Convulsion truth be told;
I was destructions centerfold;
A voice as the Son set and the Son rose
His amazing Grace pen lit HIS light dropped on me so;
Voiced embraced me, choose me, Our Father remold me;
A voice my house, my home lit up the Son now shines in me;
Voiced now I am truly a house within my home;
My Father, His Son, His Spirit all are in my soul;
6/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
I was A BROKEN VESSEL OF CLAY
I ask the Father, when I was broken
Would He come into me and remold me
I am just clay, dropped my purpose now I need to be remade
O' Father remake me
Would He come into me and remold me
Cause I'm broken
O' Father remake me
Mode me, remade me remake me
Cause I'm broken
I am just clay, dropped my purpose now I need to be remade
Mold me, remade me remake me
I ask the Father, when I was broken
“I was A BROKEN VESSEL OF CLAY”
5/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
a Pantoum Poem
Revive forth own verve
By stating your swerve
Extolled
Height of straight, deserve
You thrive and observe
Withhold
From the maelstrom, serve
This wicked world's nerve
Remold
Show the strength you hold
Your wings just unfold
God cheers
Fawning dazzling cold
Peace and faith are gold
Calm fears
We are soft-built mold
Bleak tales will be told
Shed tears
Thwart faults from past years
When gray face appears
Conserve
Trawl wise warn from seers
Gold rings in your ears.
Subserve
Life, precious gift dears
From bright life, mind peers
Preserve
Written: March 16, 2023
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Open doors yur going to walk through
There’s no devil on earth or hell gonna stop you
Indefinitely
You are covered always
Walk down the stars He’s here
Indefinitely
God is Our God
He opens doors man may close
Indefinitely
Closed hearts harden God going to remold and often
There’s a transfusion gonna use you
Indefinitely
Promotion gonna come God is the truest love
Like a mother God gonna cover
God gonna make it last
Promotion gonna come to you daughter to you son
Our ever chosen blessed you are
Indefinitely covered in love
3/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Righteous Father hold me
With my heart remold me
Embrace this my vessel
Please just love me
Console me captivate myself
Increase your breath of life in me
Mighty awesome come before me
Please just love me
I am your patched up vessel
Pour into me
Fill me within your goodness
Renew me my mind, body and soul
Give me your love to give out
I love you Father, Daddy take me higher
Mistaken misfortune sinner
Guilty broken forgiven enriched salvation
solid in my Redemption repented learnt lessons
In my downs now I am up...yet in still
Yet you just love me
1/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
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