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Energy celestial ever flow through each every vessel Eternal eyes visions lot
Elohim chosen Son Jesus
Father's kisses everflows
From His breath to are chest
From His heart to our souls
Celestial bodies
Music to scales;
Lakes Oceans Rivers rol ls;
Light continues so glows;
Father's love ever flows;
Our spirits eternal ever;
Father's heart grows;
His love encouraging overflows;
Like bodies of waters just does;
The author and finisher of agape love;
Energy celestial spirit goes any Celestial ever flow
Through each and every vessel
Eternal eyes visions lot
Elohim Holy Son Jesus
Glory Holy Hallelujah ABBA FATHER EVER FLOWS
4/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
one whole turkey breast
3 sticks of butter
5 tablesppons of minced garlic
4 yablespoon of dehydrated onions
6 tablespoons of chopped parsely
6 tablespoons of chopped cilantro
1/4 lime juice
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
5 T of jalopeno peppers
1/2 cup of paresean cheese grated
flatten both sides of the turkey square enough to make it rol
slather the butter herb mixture over entire
area. roll using plastic wrap
refrigerate
using a standard brading mixture
double dip the turkey and fry in olive oil ugolden brown
roll the pastry dough long enough and wide enough to wrap your turkey
we'll need twenty four slices of procuttio , sauteed mushrooms
and sun dreid bell peppers 12 slices, sun dried tomato, crushed, and 3 T of dehydrated onions.
layer with ham, and peppers, sprinkle onions and tomato center the turkey and roll covering the turkey
egg was and design. Bake four 45 minutes or until golden brown.
This will WOW< them!
Elroy I hear in my quiet I speak alive God believes in me God of sight God saw me he sees me I see I receive I believe it is so so it is I am one of his prized possessions I am his son Elroy I hear in my quiet I speak a lot I am glorious wonderfully made perfect he did say come to him always God believes in me Elroy I hear it in my quiet I speak alone I hear in my quiet ever so still am I no longer quiet I speak spoken heard my voice is roaring a raging lion a crackle of an all-consuming fire I see I believe I receive I believe it is so so it is I am one of his prize possessions how precious also are thy thoughts unto me oh God speak speak to me oh Lord oh God how great is the sum of them I receive your voice speak your words I receive your voice speak your words I speak a lot I receive I see I believe it is so so it is I am one of his prized possessions wonderfully made if he did say come to him always God believes in me Elroy I hear in my quiet I speak now I alive
7/2/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Frankenstein held a tea party, but I did not go,
I am not one for large crowds and fol-de-rol
I sent a note saying I was sick with COVID and all,
I never go out when there is this much snow.
Since I am not really known as a social butterfly,
It is likely that I will never get another invite,
For Frankenstein will surely think I was impolite
And he most definitely won’t give me another try.
It is all right, you see, since I find Frank boorish
One should never serve plastic and paper plates
Frankenstein also has a habit, you see, he berates,
And those who take tea have been known to vanish.
TWELFTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 4, 2021
submitted to "Frankenstein's Tea Party 2021" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joe Maverick
A salty rol
a tender soul
a timid heart
Aloft as a meadowlark
Fly away spirit fly, away heart
5/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Empreendedora de todos os tempos
Receba os dias, as horas e os minutos
Destes dias de vida que passaram;
Nos meus versos ficaram
Imagens que são condutas
Anônimas e perdidas
Caminhos falados, mostrados;
Daquilo que não foi escutado ou seguido.
Agora retrocedo, leio os versos,
Conto as desilusões no rol do coração,
Recordo a alegria das vontades,
de ver-te prosperar.
Nas dunas do teu peito
A palavra e o vento passam
Parando na graça
Do mais leve sinal de segui-la.
Empreendedora 2017
Empreendedora
Dei-te os dias, as horas e os minutos
Destes dias de vida que passaram;
Nos meus versos ficaram
Imagens que são condutas
Anônimas e perdidas
Caminhos falados, mostrados;
Daquilo que não foi escutado ou seguido.
Agora retrocedo, leio os versos,
Conto as desilusões no rol do coração,
Recordo o pesadelo das vontades,
de ver-te prosperar,
E pergunto porquê, por que razão
Nas dunas do teu peito
A palavra e o vento passam
Sem tropeçar na graça
Do mais leve sinal de segui-lo.
Daar is min soos eensaamheid
Maar hier is ek nou
In n donker put
Die diepste put
Wat ek self met my
Eie bloedige hande gegrawe het
Die rooi bloed wat my hande vlek
Is my eie
Die trane wat oor my wage rol
Is my eie
Die houtpaal deur my hart
Is my eie
Eensaam
Verlore
Hulpeloos
Sielloos
Le ek in my put en vergaan
My siel is besig om te vlok in die wind
My hart veras in n see van self haat
So verdrunk ek in my eie bloed van
Eensaamheid
Verdwyn
Gespruit en toe vergete met gewete van papier
Besluit te neem om als te los wat hierso agter bly
Eers drie; toe een; toe twee; toe vier
Die som van toekomsblik vir jou - maar eerder meer vir my
Die aand was koud en hunkring sterk sou waardes my verpas
Uitnodigend - en kort voor lank was jy my warm jas
Maar soos ‘n fondament bly ek die een wat agterbly
Ek doen en werk verwagtend want die vrug het my verly
As steunpilaar vir jare nog, sou ek die las moes dra
Vergete hoe die woeker-nag my meer as dit sou vra
Ons oes is nou die vrugte van die saad van liefdesdaad
Jou jas in my kas wil nie meer pas – ‘n las bly inderdaad
Eers twee, toe vier; toe drie dan een
Jou beurt die anker rol te speel, wyl ek die winter nag alleen
tot in die lente steeds sal wees – al is die kinders ook by my
Groei my enigheid tot bo, waar die Wysheid met sy hulp my lei.
Violis
Vrolik, opgewek en bly
klink nog ‘n suiwer klank
van die violis se viool.
Die deuntjie tol
na ‘n dalende mineur mol
Iemand laat rol
sy trane van emosies.
Op laas word hy toegejuig
en bestrooi met
wit en bloedrooi rosies.
Die menslike toestand is
inherente kloustrofobia
Saampersing van my eie
ruimte maak my heel
Ek sal my ingewande met
die hand uit ruk om
alleen te wees
Kranksinnigheid rol deur
die sfeer
Verwerp omdat ek die
toue sien
'n Droom ongedaan
gemaak deur my stilte
Dat ek die outonome
moet insak en nie meer
jou aanraking moet ken
nie
Ek voel niks behalwe 'n
tekort aan ruimte
Die paradox van
sosialisering veroorsaak
my gyseling
Ryp met vyandelikheid
Wat veroorsaak al die
haat binne my
in reminiscence I recall-
the simple things,the fol-de-rol
the somersaults but most of all
I remember gumby!
for every matinee I'd seen
in salad days when I was green
hats off to the silver screen
I remember gumby!
a royal breed of moral code
a loyal steed to share the load
to whom I dedicate this ode...
I still remember gumby!
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