Awakening humanity.' Struggling within the breadth and depth of possibility's revelling in those possibility's and also an
Obstinancy.' Blood-soaked actions stoking their reality wanderers all' Lost leaders exploring so much iniquity bursts of good; with some intensity! Travelling in orbits so
Habitually. Builders of edifices in great vanity' until redemption through the veil of flesh; to humanity.' By God
Good Father and intervetionally, in records; and at places
Known historically.' We can follow direction to equanimity'
To Love of all by His path to unity.. No competing teachings.. Some of religiousity.? combine of all factors
Universally, other volumes speak of gaining peace by violence? and volitillity.' In divisivness and opressivity."
By opting children into marriage or co'habitation.. There
Is also taught' forced subjection and much rapicity.!
Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
The nights near your endearing, deep cocoa skin,
Silently, splendiferous, in this, sensitive , Spring we revel in.
Samba music fingers, paint energetic dancers on the Spring walls,
Lost in the beckoning and hypnotically, loves’s, passionate night call.
You quiet my soul, with your tender, intoxicating, loving tenacity,
And create sweet hours, revelling in our world to poetic capacity!
3/29/2025 updated poem
The voices are so loud they’re deafening,
They’re cruel, mean and threating,
Torturing over and over, night and day,
Revelling in what to them is play,
Screaming, yelling, pulling me down,
I rarely have a smile, instead it’s a frown,
The pain is crippling me to no end,
But I can’t show it, I have to pretend.
King Midas cannot compare with an abundance of gold
Such earthly treasure ground, roasted and lo and behold
Blessed from the ancient merchants of the Africa’s and the East
It is more than a suave sip, for mortals are drawn to a feast
Of an aroma that cascades and hits all the right notes
Served on the world’s climates, iced, chilled, warm - a hot roast one dotes
That occasionally makes the heart skip a beat
The bold bitter brown elixir tingles one’s feet
Surely, we are bestowed such pleasures to alleviate strife
Craving that one sip and revelling in our short worldly life
Wondering how fairies obtain dresses?
It's because they have fairy seamstresses
Sewing with pine needles and spidery
Gathered from spiders fine web filigree.
Pretty petals for fabric, leaves for shoes
Smelling of sweet fragrant floral perfume
Flowers to adorn their flowing tresses
Crystal star droplets sown into dresses.
Gossamer to turn into fairy wings
So fairies may fly in sky, revelling
Sprinkles of fairy dust, a wand for luck
When all dressed up, so pretty fairies look.
When you find fairies in a fairy glade
Recall how their lustrous outfits are made.
Emerald Waves crashing, lapping,
frolicking on the tranquil seashore….
I watch, I reminisce, I close my eyes…
alone, standing on a cliff!
A Buddhist temple on the sublime shore,
chimes soaring from above,
I drown myself in a tranquil reverie,
inspiring my creative imagination.
Aha, I remember my serene childhood,
remember the days when revelling
on the shore with the playful waves,
hear the blithe giggle of my little friends,
each day was a blissful experience!
I stand on this cliff,
there is no noise except the waves rising and falling,
From this height, the world seems an enormous wonder,
My whole life seems to manifest itself,
I feel like a traveller from the ancient world,
walking through the ages,
crossing seas and oceans,
hills and dales of the universe…
Am I walking for thousands of years,
In search of love, kindness,
and inner Peace!
.
She’z lovely
all over
She’z revelling
mine
On a day filled with autumn sunshine
With colours so vividly displayed
Painting a rich picture in texture and colour
Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade
Mother Nature's proudest achievements
Unmatched by any on man's canvas
Colours so rich, with so varied a palette
A picture of serenity so infectious
Absolute beauty that lasts too short a while
But returns same time each year
This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory
The sight can bring one to tears
Dear Mother Nature in all of it's glory
That time of the year when we gasp
Basking in the magical colours of autumn
Revelling in it's splendour so vast
The locks cut off,
Power dissipates,
empty, he walks along,
as mere mortal without purpose.
A man of destiny,
grinding in the mill,
revelling to stupor,
Years rolls bye .
Ignoring the signposts.
Contempt for inner guides,
shut the conscience.
Soul searching reflection severed
On Delilah's lap like a fool,
gave up strength for Lust,
Youthful days speeds away,
Tender whist were days of yore,
Hearts now hardens
Conscience now seared
will now weakened.
Vices takes roots deeper
Habits formed.
Imprisoned without walls.
They go on
On they go still.
in vain search for Peace
In bright orange blossom, dreamy afternoon meadow,
Stillness reigns as though time had nowhere to go.
And frolicking in summer, goes my puss in blooms,
Like children rollicking, with colorful balloons!
Soon scarlet butterfly visits the tip of his nose,
As starlight glitters, not caring whither it goes.
Running and bounding, like freedom's final chance,
Revelling in green days, before the years advance.
Going about our lives with giving hearts
Inspired forever by His unfailing love
Very eager to follow His perfect example
Incomplete and so forlorn without Him
Naturally desirous to spread good news
Giving and accepting the gift of prayer
Generous always with love and devotion
Obedience to the dear Lord in all things
Doubtlessly directing all our footsteps
Letting forgiveness prevail in our hearts
Yielding to peaceableness at all times
Gladly sharing with many His holy word
Revelling in eternal joy of knowing Him
All abuzz about His everlasting goodness
Communing with other people in His house
Exuberantly praising Him and worshipping
Written on May 12, 2021
For: Giving Godly Grace Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
The bog cotton hisses in concert with the curlews bubbling wail.
The salt air stirs the marram grass, the sand sedge and sea kale.
Alone she walks in beauty 'neath the dappled harvest moon.
Her night-time wanderings witnessed by the nightjar and the loon.
She trips from dune to pebbled beach in wonderment and awe.
Revelling in her yearly sojourn as she dances on the shore.
With child-like innocence her eyes and ears dart at every sound,
as her naked body glides and weaves, feet barely touch the ground.
With the advent of the breaking dawn, she knows she must relent.
The shoreline beckons, the ebbing tide mean her time is almost spent.
She lies where shingle meets the strand as skin reverts to scale.
Then, she is gone, in a splash of foam and a swish of her mighty tail.
I was just standing there
beside the Tumtum tree
and stood awhile in thought.
Feeling like a dancer -
wisping, waltzing, wandering.
Arms akimbo, then widespread
turning to the tune of
my own voice's mellifluous music,
floating on life's lonely stage.
Thinking the thoughts of the inner me,
the universe and all it can be.
Then to dance with the wee deaths,
the trying troubles to rearrange
only to have sudden joy
in impermanence and change.
Once finding illusive certainty
revelling in it, savoring of it.
The trite things one thinks of
while just standing there,
doing nothing at all, soulful sighs.
Fluttered flicks of awakening.
Colored Pencil illustration by G. Gaul
I crave regrettably reprobate, rosary, reprobate
rapine revenging...
Ready reasonable reasoning rally revealing reprobate
4/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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