Repentance
a religious word is
the seeming suffering
needed to return to one's
better state~
without separation
repentance is found
to be that suffering
and its acceptance
are expressions of what
cannot be expressed but
often labeled as grace or
unconditional love~~
Life hit me hard on the face
I became vulnerable
Even when I know many
It's like I know none
None is ready
To support or give a helping hand.
Everyone wants me to be loyal
Even when they know I am royal
Everyone wanna bend me
Even just for bread
They only come after me
Anytime I'm down and vulnerable.
Life keeps teaching
People kept on torturing
None wanna nurture
Even when we're same culture
They still act like vultures
Steady leisure
Without rendering any support.
To Divine Wisdom And Guidance In Poetic Rendering
Despite today’s debilitating oppressive flows,
We must continue to pen the loving way to go:-
We must continue to uplift and stream inspirations;
Guiding us all towards the destiny of His will’s desire:-
We must indeed, continue to scripture along with our
Good Books;
Not replacing them—but with them—putting our world
Into perspective:-
Let us ever endeavor to ensure that our gifted cisterns
Will forever flow
With given divine wisdom and guidance—peacefully
flowing—
With healing inspiration and awareness—overflowing into
Waiting cups & saucers—
For all to drink and sip words of peace and love in the onederful
Oneness of our onement:-
Thus, this be where I am, my dear beloved beautiful poetry
Extended family,
As you daily overflow my grateful cup and saucer with your healing
Divine wisdom and guidance;
Thanks for the enlightening inspiration that you continue to provide in
Poetic labors of love;
I continue to pray and hope that in some small way, I too, have been as you
Continue to be:-
A Poet’s Loss
I walked at length and wondered!
In the icy, pouring rain:_
Wind mercilessly howling,
What I had done in vain!
How a friendship went asunder!
My true, heartfelt,pain.
Your poet’s pen just scowling,
In stuffy, vain and arrogant disdain!
3-24-2022
* Stop thinking it was you! I wrote this
over a year ago! Even I do not know
who it was! PR
undress--
render to me those fault clothing;
those appeasers that hinder your pours;
unshackle--
unloose those harness;
mental verbiage from your past;
lock up the presents
past being the future tense;
unveil the crossings over;
over cross the veil;
un...
-RENDERING
7/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee. Sr. © 2019
A-im to
P-lease the Father,
R-endering real worship
I-nside the temple of the true
L-ord God.
Topic: Birthday of April Jane Elico (April 24)
Form: Acrostic Cinquain
Mystical Rendering
Spirit in the sky
clouds blue and stationary
Thought and Universe
07/20/2014
Once more do I find myself
Beyond that of night
Timeless within moment’s wealth
Of moments to be given sight
Enabling myself for the limits
Beyond all for perhaps a higher calling
Across where time and space meets
With a portraiture in finality for the painting
Yet a picture I do not yet see
Painting with empty words... an empty mind
However much else if never to be
I’m engiven moments... and running out of time
So much for words, if at all
Too much of hope perhaps... too much expectancy
However, I’m flying as I fall
Experiencing a feeling never before in pure honesty
As I find myself once more
I then realize that my moments were found
Time rendered... was it after or before?
Beyond that of night... where moments came round
solemn ice blue sky
then invades an eagle high
winter winds blow hard
6 a.m.
December 21, 2012 (written)
Cynthia
red roses in bloom
beneath my lover's window
pruned to perfection
Cynthia
breakers crash trees sway
charcoal clouds on skies of gray…
Sun on Holiday
"Man, I love that Dire Straits song "Brothers In Arms" ", he said in the kitchen
"That Hammond organ just takes me drifting..."
Through wormholes and lunar craters in a UFO.
Friends, nuclear waste, pain, insomnia, vacuum salesmen, all disappear in a single tone.
"Rosie!!!...bring me a Listerine soaked tissue for my cold sore...Ahh! That's the medicine!"
She struts by in a pair of Spandex boxer shorts, like a groupie at a gig.
So far from the Sci-fi convention where they first met
Not the old "wine and dine" for them, no sir!
He set the trap and baited her with Tid-Bits of his inner self, painfully bare.
From humble beginnings, a love, long and true, exists in quiet majesty.
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