In this covid new world;
Right now we can’t hold;
Look what man’s and Satan done to a simple gesture
No more touch, hugging mom and dad;
Grandpa or Grandma
In love this is odd;
Yet all not impossible, with God
Satan
Look what you’ve done to a simple gesture
Right now, I can’t embrace anymore;
Can’t hug my loved one
Can’t kiss anymore
Look what you've done to a simple gesture
No one told me
In this covid new world;
I can’t hug my little granddaughter
Satan, yuzu’s a lie so if I have to die
I’ll try, gonna let God embrace my heart
Gonna let my family
So from now on till this cure be done
I’m gonna let my God, my Jesus let His spirit
Embrace me, embrace me, embrace me with His spirit
Hold me, holds me, held me
Kiss me
Just look at what God had done EMBRACE ME with His spirit
Look what you've done to a simple gesture
Dedicated and based off words from Poet Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis
5/13/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
sankey, analogy, anxiety, desire, devotion,
Form: Dramatic Verse
MONUMENTAL AMERICA
(c)11/1/20, Iris Sankey-Lewis
Monumental America, you said, "In God We Trust."
this super power thing of yours won't rust
the nerve of change to rearrange
internal wealth all by itself gives clue
beauty is in the eyes of Sages, good as new.
You've birth the good, the bad, and the ugly
on grounds of mighty enterprise; semi holy
oh, pray those carefree days are over
let persecutors pause; penn like Solomon, thoughts on vanity
oh say, can you see, the power of redeeming quality?
You stood shoulder to shoulder like twin towers
with panoramic views, and friends, and lovers
haters watch as you paint a new montage
the weight of it surpass the number of lives lost
now at a crossroad; let's make merry at no cost.
Erase the lies. Together your children will rise
oh stars as pure as midnight sky
no condemnation shall befall those sturdy
magnify the God in whom we trust
this super power thing of yours won't rust.
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Categories:
sankey, appreciation, care, change, peace,
Form: Rhyme
The club event at the Paralympics,
Is unique only to the Paralympics,
And is for people with cerebral palsy,
Or for the brain injured traumatically.
It weighs 14oz and is 5 or 6cm in width,
It is made of wood and is quite a megalith.
It’s end has a spherical ball for you to grab,
To throw it, ‘cos that’s the aim, the slab.
The club is an athletics field event,
But Gemma previously did loudly tent,
Discus and shot put, and in Beijing 2008,
She came 8th in discus, shot put 7th gate.
At the Deli 2010 Commonwealth Games,
She came third in the shot put’s frames,
But then changed to the club throw gaiters,
To claim bronze in it in London, 20.50m.
She comes from Truro town in Cornwall,
And the BWAA help her workout, do call;
From Great Sankey High to St Andrews,
She did go to gain in maths a Masters.
She was born in September in the year ’83,
And has cerebral palsy just as I do, bree;
I used to throw the club like her, at school,
Out the back on the grass where I was cool.
Categories:
sankey, body, desire, education, happiness,
Form: Heroic Couplet
They rejoiced, for he was strong and able
They rejoiced, for he knew enough
They rejoiced he was home long before the season
They rejoiced that day, their house had firm mahogany legs.
They rejoiced.
They rejoiced the worst had passed
They rejoiced the sea knew its place
They rejoiced for the roof over their heads
They rejoiced even as the smell of burnt flesh lingered.
They rejoiced.
They rejoiced for the saved, while his name was forgotten
They rejoiced as he came stripped of his shirt and wearing no shoes
They rejoiced the sea was good to him
They rejoiced for not remembering
They rejoiced like never before.
They rejoiced, they rejoiced, they rejoiced.
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(c)2002, For my Father, Anthony Augustus Solomon Sankey
Categories:
sankey,
Form: Verse