The glow - Heaven stay in my heart
My eyes they wander - stars are bright
I walk , God beside me with a breath of air
Seeing with the moonlit hour so light
I thrive in the beauty too of the calm
Mesmerized with a twinkle - I partake
I see opportunity of " I wish I may - I wish
I might"
And that very calm in mind I then wake
In my dream the wind it may chatter
Blinking in the night - that presumed those beauties
Chills my bones - deep way inside
With self pride of cultivation with Bootes
Shine on to me my little stars up above
And keeping God in my path to then stay
put
I'll always remember it in my very soul
Bright be they may and negative vibes then caput.
" I wish that I may and wish that I might "
Have the loving stars in my head at night.
Dryness is such in me I cannot speak,
articulate my thoughts, desires, tongue-tied
I am, and in your presence, a poor, weak
servant, who, in asking, has no self-pride.
Your parted ruby lips, while mine are dry,
in contrast, glisten with overt desire;
a tongue across them means I will comply?
To deny, would turn me to a liar.
And should the hair shirt dryness moisture meet
in doing so articulate my thoughts;
I feel that I would still be incomplete
for you are you, and me, a psychonaut.
Kiss me, kiss me slowly is all I ask
why is that such a complicated task?
Trying to live by imaginary rules,
We believe we have to follow,
Only to think we're always failing,
Left feeling useless, empty and hollow.
With eyes red raw and burning,
From all the tears that's been cried,
Your demons begin to take control,
Stealing your soul and self pride.
Nightmares haunt you if you sleep,
Drowning in darkness through the day,
Happiness now becomes a distant memory,
Not knowing when you last felt that way.
Eating away at your contentment,
Suffocating your brain with black fog,
It can hijack you at any moment,
The paralysing curse of the black dog.
Trump does have a rash
which caused stock market to crash
from all the backlash
wish Trump would cut crap
crashed when he ran off the map
facing one more rap
Trump seems so scary
is insulting and very
at cemetery
crippled or goner
degrade Medal of Honor
which he had demeaned
Trump stories provide
he had always lied and lied
full of much self-pride
Whenever you read my poems
Do not think
I’m a reservoir of knowledge
‘cause
Unlike Nebuchadnezzar
That great king of Babylon
Who sought refuge
In self-pride
That he made Babylon a great nation
And God brought him down
Unto his knees
To eat grass like Goats
I’m not like Nebuchadnezzar
I don’t even want to
think outside the box
‘cause
My energy is from God
How great is thy wisdom,
That, in knowing the ones,
Who would rule and destroy,
The lands and people to gain self pride,
Glory of man and riches that perish.
Would bring the word of God ,
To their own destruction and fattened hearts.
In their deception they are doing God's work.
In spreading the gospel that tells of their evil works.
Some, have banned your word from their country,
But, this ban does not escape their judgement.
For, all are appointed to death,
Only, by God's living breath does one escape
The second death.
Who can tell the God of the Living,
That your word is not acceptable here.
But, all glory to God for getting the true word out.
That, the poor and true ones seeking God,
With a pure and contrite heart might receive,
The eternal inheritance of the promised spirit,
To mold and purify One into A Child of the Living God. As , silver going through the furnace burning out impurities to be a shining gem of God.
Allow God’s love to use you to permeate the flow of His righteousness through you
Be a carrier of His heart beats help others
Just do
Not for our self-pride, gain, self-glory, returns
Suffer not the little ones
Humanity he’s down-hearted and in impoverished ones once I was hungry did you feed me?
It’s not me it’s the God in me
Through this our Father God gets the Glory
Love always Love care and share
So the light of God shines through your hart
Amen
12/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Christmas is coming
And I myself once upon a time
Much like the goose was getting fat
I am now sadly not
For I am currently now getting
thinner than
The leftover wishbone from this
year's thanksgiving's turkey
I managed to scavenge from my
next door neighbors bins
After they we're obviously finished
and done with so therefore eventually
threw the remaining scraps out
Who if they knew or I was willing
to admit the dire state of the situation
I find find myself mired in
Would surely then have offered to
take me in and provide me with
whatsoever help they could
But sadly my own self pride ego
and wanting to keep pace and up
with the Joneses
Will and has left me again sadly
with nothing more
Than hunger pains and grumbling
noise in the pit of my stomach
And a perfectly stripped chewed down
to the bone , wishbone
And hopefully 1 wish still remaining
in tow
So here goes
How I wish it was only them suffering
this unholy indignation as apposed
to me
Or I had taken just a single moment
of my precious time
To be a better neighbor give a damn
or care about anything or anyone
Other than me myself and only i
Owed
to soar
in self-pride
wreck must endure.
Adored, bespoken, and kindly estranged
Written: February 11, 2022
I will keep in mind the things you wrote
Of your station in life, your bitter travail,
Your messages so purposefully penned
And how, despite it all, you can't ever fail.
I will have no truck with narcissistic drivel
Your excessive expressions of superiority,
Think not for one moment you are so great
When showing your feelings of inferiority.
I have dealt with many like you in my life
Who tried to convince me of their eloquence,
But I have learned to recognize self-pride,
Foolish, deluded persons of no consequence,
To those who put me down for succeeding,
Time soon came when I did the reading.
written December 13, 2021
Stop kissing yourself
Get rid of self-pride
Allow you lips, to sing those praises of God
Fill your mouth, with thoughts of forgiveness and love, love
ALLOW YOUR LIPS TO STOP AND SING PRAISES TO GOD-
God does love you
God does love you
Oh’ God really loves you, loves you
He will once always again and again
Fill our mouth with joy and laugher
God gives up lips to use for shouts of joy
In the here and the after
We will be praising forever more, forever-ever more
Stop kissing yourself
Get rid of self-pride
Allow you lips, to sing those praises of God
Fill your mouth, with thoughts of forgiveness and love, love
ALLOW YOUR LIPS TO STOP AND SING PRAISES TO GOD-
12/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Job 8:21
UNTIL I'm COMPLETE
In view I can see all the things that make me, me. For the world to see is everything, my fight, my careers that will lead me, into the person that makes me, me.
I reach out and try to grab a hold of the things that make me complete, the things I feel, all the things that I hope to be. Feel my passion that lights up inside me, the beauty of living out your hopes and dreams.
If I hold my head high, high on self pride, I will miss out on the value of blessings that shape this life into a wonder of dreams. I am me.
The break from silence, the isolation, the ideas that spill over, the long thoughts of what if, what should be. The pounding of the heart, to let go, the victory of a lifetime, they will say it was me.
To love oneself, the hope of me, to be me. The unwillingness, time makes history, footprints to follow, I lead the way being me. I will give, I will show love to me. I am me.
The sun is shining, the sky bright cerulean sea
And I am writing a letter…a letter to my future me.
The pandemic is over, so it’s time to pack up for a trip
Hey, Milt, no time to be giving yourself any pouty lip
Because you are living on borrowed time, you see,
Approaching the mid-eighties, not much time left for me.
I guess you are remembering the last ten years or so
Some wonderful times if you recall, not many more to go
You are still lonely since our wonderful Deborah died,
But you have cultivated friendships, O yes, really tried.
It’s good that you are still in your own home and thriving
I see you are not as productive now, but you are striving
I also see you have lost some of the lilt in your stride,
But, time hasn’t diminished your ever present self-pride
Slow down now, my future self, and let me catch up
I must deal with this most recent arthritic flareup
So, I’ll close this short letter and put it in the mail
Hope it gets to you soon, next time I’ll add more detail.
Cordially, Milt
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written September 19, 2021
especially for "Letter to Your Future Self" Contest
sponsored by Silent One
Gray days come in somber packages
Wrapped with foggy-shaded bows
Perfect venues for lonely pessimists
Wallowing in life's unfortunate throes.
Sadly, some folks enjoy their despair
They like to spread it far and wide
Dragging someone else into their muck
Seems to elevate their waning self-pride.
How easy it is to transfer self-flagellation
To an enemy who would be most helpful
By tearing them down before their peers
Makes the loser seem more successful.
Truth is, no one ever wins a prize
Elevating oneself at another's expense
For there is absolutely nothing to gain
Betraying one's own common sense.
written July 5, 2021
A lie is not a pretty thing,
It's ugly and corrupt.
It starts out small and minimal,
But grows and gets built up,
By things we say and things we do,
To get us out of trouble,
That came about by others things,
'Till all's lost in the shuffle,
Of stories told to cover up,
And save ourselves the shame,
Of being caught with dirty hands,
And losing a good name;
For when we first begin to lie,
Thinking "self protection",
We seldom stop to realize,
It won't stand close inspection;
For even if we fool ourselves,
And hosts of other people,
Eventually the truth comes out,
And we see all the evil,
That comes about from our deceit,
And truly selfish ways,
So honesty is always best,
Deception never pays.
It's just a tangled web of lies,
That takes away self pride,
And strips away your dignity,
Just leaving guilt inside.
So when you think to tell a lie,
First think about the cost.
It's simpler just to tell the truth,
For that way less is lost.
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