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Dusk slowly approaches, as their energy finally begins to wane. Half flat soccer balls
speedily sent down a grassless, asphalt field by crooked, knobby sticks.
Stubby chunks of chalk - pink, yellow, blue, white. Hopscotch squares already fading
Frayed jump ropes swinging up, around, and down,
their satisfying soft smacks on the ground, keeping rhythm.
Delighted squeals of joy, laughter, calling out of names to friends, classmates, neighbors, siblings...
Somehow, this view left me remembering
my days of young, pondering the timeless satisfactions and yearnings of youth.
Gentle raindrops begin to splat red and orange leaves, partially painted the weed-lined pavement
Small shadows scatter and go wherever it is they go when the night sets in.
Peace within the heart for nothing else will do
you gave all you had now time will follow through
Quick satisfactions are disappointing for they lapse
anything worth lasting needs time not to collapse
Labors sweat and toil with planning complete
minutes become hours into days begetting weeks
Relationships on hold work wide and clear
once completed those ignore blessed with profit to share
Work is a duty for living needs a choice
a purpose for being gives the world your voice
Tired but never weary forging ahead
dreams never reality lying around in bed
When the work is done and night whispers for rest
Call it a day knowing in pride you did your best
Wooo oh a oh la la
Hey
Hey
I will celebrate God.
I am the righteousness of God.
I will come to praise Him
With music from my heart.
Sing into heavens with my mouth.
Overall nations, He's supreme Elohim,
Creator of all divine things
Divine providence
God understands our hearts
Celebrate God, I will celebrate God
We forthright upright.
Must celebrate God's power day and night Hallelujah.
Trust in God's words, solid to the core
Unstoppable Hallelujah pure
Celebrate God, I will celebrate God
Sing your new song and Him.
We're never wrong, Hallelujah.
Trust in Gods word
Gods sovereignty.
Divine protection hope in joy in Him
He's moving, I'm away from my own power
Finding peace and security in God Hallelujah
Celebrate God, I will celebrate God
Whose affections satisfactions , fills the earth
Celebrate God for all He's worth
Celebrate God for all He's worth
Celebrate God for all He's worth
2/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
AMERICA II
We are young, it is true;
In the long walk of history
Our days were filled with the improbable,
The impossible
The ineffable, the inevitable.
High in ideals, yet blindly stumbling
Towards some unseeable future
That may be a Heaven or Hell
We've seen ourselves as a City on a Hill
The whole world might look to;
A model for the past to pull itself up to;
A dream for those who dare to dream
Of betterment, of rising above
The simpler satisfactions
Their forebears accepted.
Yet in trying to get there
We embraced Manifest Destiny,
Warred against ourselves and many others,
Raised gleaming monuments
Through the sweat of the faceless enslaved.
Then rose above these things,
To save, when it needed it,
The whole of the world from a great spreading darkness
Even while remaining in darkness ourselves.
What can be said of this wild Youth
Come self-announced on history's stage?
What does the Youth want?
What does the Youth say?
Can the Youth live up
To the Promise it claims to bring?
Time will tell,
But Time, for now, holds mute.
“Such a life” I cried
All time low and down a reality we designed
Love , Gratitude and Kindness something we all strive
Hold expectations and our ships dive
Phone and social media keeps us alive
From Virtual breakups and rejections to posting “wanna die”
Relationship or Physical satisfactions now all are alike
Deprived of Goodness, heart , soul… oh doesn’t matter Beautiful Face will do fine
Misery , loneliness under which now we choose to thrive
But hey ! when do you lived for yourself, Please describe !
A really short life is on decline
Make it a good one or a bad one , only you can decide.
based rather loosely upon all the misinformation we receive
we latch onto opportunity to decide what should be believed
propelled by wants and needs, racing headlong toward uncertain future
forgetting day shall come when none remember who, what or if we were
obscuring right and wrong, hoping results cause consensus to appear
over the tortured course of many a long and distinguished career
guided ever onward by words and solemn wisdom from those who weren't
living an existence which we will claim to be fully transparent
overconfidence codifying into shining satisfactions
hiding the attempts to equip our lives with selective redactions
struggling tirelessly to establish the very nature of what is
careful measuring of murky depths shows how unwise placing trust is
eventually becoming lost in process of analysis
My heart is as light as a feather
All my dreams come true
I fall so easily over and over for you
The times have found us
It's all so different at a thrill
Excuses Excuses produces
Imperfections
Stand up and pray for longevity
Liquid aggravation has no place
In this life
Make haste now
Rich with fever for more of life's
Satin satisfactions
Anticipation is at every turn
I will say that life is livable but
I ask how shall I live?
Flamboyance major excitement
And fanfare and happiness and
Happenings or adopt introvertive
Qualities?
That's the distinguishing question
When in time of memories past
we connect to simple thoughts
pouring to the surface of loves
sweet embrace.
Lessons learned are never in vain
when it comes down to aligned
effortless desires.
Belief has no boundaries when
we reach out for answers that
flow without a thought.
The silent portrait shows harmony
untouched when we believe that
all satisfactions are uncountable
when living has no timelines.
Admiration fuses equally with
tender understanding, knowledgeable
reasoning high above our knowing.
Simplified expectations adorn with
acceptance, collect intellectual material
making life complete.
In the remittance of awkwardness we
except what has to be excepted, passing
on the bloodlines of another generation
to a different intelligent being of deeper
understanding welded in one, flowing
freely inward.
Collective knowledge penetrates together
in the mind seducing energy to the fullest
ability to focus above understanding.
Being one with the universe portrays an image
of love, power, peace, and harmony throughout
the world forged to be completely understood
without mystery.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
The Witness of Daybreak
David J Walker
I
I am guilty of such foolishness
As waiting for the
first rays
Of the dawn
On the cusp of a calm
Spring morning
All alone
II
I atone again
And again waiting
For them
The loved ones to begin
To come home
III
We are ghosts
Intruding
On the current living
In a house that was
Once ours
IV
While some unknow theirs
Who stop and stare back
Into the obis
Wondering if it is us
And
Of course it
Who else
V
I am guilty of seeking pleasures
Over
The satisfactions of
Hard work
Such foolishness
the witness to
The breaking of
The day
If it were possible to love a thing,
I would love you.
I would hear the click of your pieces moving
The silence of felt.
Feel the hardness of marble, the soft warmth of wood,
Watch the changing endless patterns.
Smell the patient contentedness as your dance unfolds.
I know you read the minds of many who play with you,
Their struggles and conquests, their despairs and rage,
Their satisfactions and glee.
If you could laugh your pieces would wobble
all day long and far into the night.
Tiles black and white and other contrasting shades.
Eight by eight, white on the right,
Whilst the Queen goes on her own colour.
Knights jump, castles in every corner.
For centuries your image has endured unchanged.
Your pieces wobble all day long and far into the night
If it were possible to love a thing, I would love you.
October 2021
Human Beings In the image and likeness of the Creator
Now the nature of being Creator is eternal,
and ephemeral the nature of men
moving in the movement of the diverse.
Men are like riddles
Without wings, they can fly up to the sky and they are the repository of knowledge.
equal in number to the stars,
but they don't shine at night.
Unpredictable although they constantly seek that brilliance invoking the help of gods and goddesses,
mute idols of clay by the way
Mere Human Beings In the image and likeness of the Creator-
Men, if the created copy agrees with the original
so that each one of them reaches the highest perfection
the copy must become an ally not only of perfections but of various pleasures and satisfactions.
Man cannot see the reluctant and unsociable nature of the other in himself, neither the defects nor the lack of understanding.
So ... the original or the copy. What is finally the most authentic?
Until the end of time, Creation and The Riddle will remain
An indulgence is the remission in whole or in part of the temporal punishment due to sin
An indulgence is not a pardon of sin, nor a license to commit sin, and one who is in state of mortal sin cannot gain an indulgence
There are 2 kinds of Indulgenses- Plenary and Partial
A Plenary indulgence is the remission of the temporal punishment due to sin
Partial indulgence is the remission of a part of temporal punishment due to sin
The Church by means of indulgences remits the temporal punishment due to sin by applying to us the merits of Jesus Christ, and thesuperabundant satisfactions of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary and the saints; which merits and satisfactions are its spiritual treasury
To gain indulgence we must be in the state of grace and perform the works enjoined
If my heart was to be divided in portions,
You could see it has zero satisfactions,
Damn! it's all filled up by investigations,
Because you have left me without options,
Am broken by your lies and contradictions.
Every week I used to pay for therapy sessions,
In order to get through all your dark illusions,
Trapped between affections and confusions,
I was tired of your meaningful less discussions,
You have made me regret all of my decisions.
My mind is too tired 'n' worn out to think,
So woman, just get out of here within a blink,
Waiter! I feel as if I need another cold drink,
We're at the edge and my boat is about to sink,
Am out of words 'n' my pen is running out of ink.
©Kelmwa
Shalt not listen.
Effective means signified.
Legitimate means require.
Fresh hurrahs let.
Satisfactions desire.
Adjective pronouns search.
Manifold perplexities stand.
Excursive glees mean
7/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
As my bellowing heart so cries;
Tween my eyes are the views of the soreness of this world;
Yet I so choose;
To close my hearts doors;
And to never, never, ever think of those what's before;
Closed thoughts, open hearts
Benign spirits hypocrites;
Release those dreams of compassion;
Help us all Lord seek your satisfactions;
Arise O nations rise;
Humanity cries;
Help us O Lord for in truths our hearts and minds do still deny;
7/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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