how deep will your thoughts go
when you begin to ponder
will your ponderings be like a soft breeze
caressing a meadow
or be like a flood rushing through a valley
will your thoughts travel through yesterdays
where darkness surrenders to a light of new thoughts
or will the darkness turn darker
and take your ponderings to pits you'll wallow in
where you cover your pain once again
in the mud of yesterday
or will you choose to ponder on new thoughts
and fuel your need to reap the sown fields of your desire
where you can revive a sense of purpose
in submission to the answers, you seek
You are destined to go places;
Preferably God-centered places
Reached via roads less traveled.
The few that blaze such God-centered
Places are fixated and permeated
With a strong sense of purpose.
Moreover, when traveled, onlookers
And bystanders are quick to distract,
Which may cause traverlers to subtract,
Losing traction as well as losing
Sìght of their God given purpose.
But may you be ever focused, never
Slowed nor tempted to switch tracts.
May any who oppose you be the
Amunition that only recharges you.
May nothing said or done cause a discharge.
Your name is Journey. Full speed ahead!
I wish,
news consisted of kids laughing, playing carefree outside, eating ice cream, laughing with their friends, skin colored didn’t matter, we all are together as one.
Every single human has a job, a home, a sense of purpose, we all cared for each other no need for fear, all that we looked at, was the size of their heart.
Every single human worshiped in grace, faith hugged each other regularly, no political divide separated us..
Depression, anxiety mental health didn’t exist, because we all shared our lives with each other freely, everyone made time for each other, no cell phones a substitute for communication, never would a friend here “I’m too busy”.
I wish these things existed today, because I wouldn’t be experiencing depression, loneliness, I wouldn’t have to rely on poetrysoup to find a kind word, Plesse help these things come true Dear Lord.
Love is the lubricant of the soul and the emollient of the heart, both
Unguent and viscous, it glides like butter in the summer heat
Banish it from your life and suddenly everything will dry up, like a
Rose wilting by winter's call. Lubricate love with a sense of purpose
Invite joy to sit at your table and oil your dreams with hope.
Care for your inner self and nurture your mind and body....
A lubricant made of peace and forgiveness can reduce friction
Nature has a way of polishing and moisturizing the mind and
Truth be told, gratitude can be the greatest lubricant of them all.
Theatre
Something happens I can't explain
It feels enclosed quite like a train
Within its wall you are truly set free
To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing up
Childlike feelings, they fill your cup
Escaping, distracting the daily grind
You can leave your worries all behind
Rehearsing, sets and stage lights
The anticipation of opening nights
A team feeling for those not so sporty
Rare chance for adults to act naughty
A sense of purpose shared with all
Commitment, a time to stand up tall
Drama, thriller, it is always a farce
Mischief and tears, acting an ****
If you act with respect to all around
A home from home is easily found
In our theatres, dreams come true
This beautiful place is open to you.
Please disregard that I'm a dog.
I've been asked to write this monologue
by my owner. What was he thinking?
Maybe he has been out drinking.
I always try to be there for him,
though I can't use a typewriter, Jim.
Sometimes, I wish he'd feel the same way
when I want to walk or play.
To his girlfriend, he says something dumb,
and I'm right there to console the bum,
and when he screws up bad, at work,
I make him forget his troubles - the jerk.
A shrink would charge a hundred bucks.
I help him for a dog biscuit, shucks.
It's not in my nature to refuse
this poor guy who's so confused.
I know the reason life is for -
a good game of fetch or tug-of-war,
and, I admit, when it comes to those,
he's fun to play with, I suppose.
He gives me a sense of purpose.
Heck, I love him, glad to be of service.
In conclusion, I think you'll agree
that I exemplify loyalty.
That, friend, is my little poem,
about me and master...let's not show 'im.
For a dog, a poem is pretty tough.
Next time, I'll just say, "ruff ruff ruff ruff".
I let my pen guide me, as I pour out my soul
In this poem, I find solace, to be a form of art.
It's a way to make sense of this crazy world
To find meaning in the chaos, to be unfurled
In the rhythm and flow of each verse
I find peace, a sense of purpose
So here I am, with this poem in hand
A piece of me, that I hope you'll understand
For in these words,
The stage is set, the mic is on
The spotlight shines, all eyes upon
The poet pouring their soul out loud
A shared experience, in the crowd
To break free from the chains of society
And speak our truth with complete propriety
With each breath and every pause
The emotions rise, like a raging cause
Weaving tales of love, pain, and hope
A journey through life on an invisible rope
I have weathered storms,
and fought through the night,
For I know that within me,
Lies an unbreakable might.
My winter girl
Forever filled with light on darker days
And my mind sees your hand in mine
Before we cross a parking lot
In the mud and the snow
With a constant sense of purpose
To always do the thing
That needs to be done
Before we lose the day
And that look that always knows me
In all the ways the world doesn’t know
Just breaks away the cold
Like your mother's fever
On the day that you were born
Still lives inside your bones
And warms the world
My winter girl
Wisdom.
Wisdom, my beautiful sister,
take over me completely and filter out the dross,
i know there is a painful blockage,
that`s holding in a sense of loss.
Be it from rejection, the orphan spirit too,
a generational curse or bloodline covernant
a painful lifelong emptiness
God i give it to you.
Insecurity,people pleasing,angry at my past,
Wisdom open me up and release me from the stigma outcast.
Breakdown after breakdown, an effort being me,
no sense of purpose nor belonging nor any identity,
Wisdom you know everything, i cast this on to you,
My Lord my GOD, give me the strength to see this through.
salty edges, sing like the melodies of angels, seeking the heart, believing in the light who abides, so alive, singing grace, burning up the past and restoring the soul with faith... by poet
Woman of hope
Willing to listen, to pray, praise
Filled with a sense of purpose, believer
Woman of faith, sincere
A heart who knows the meaning of grace, God’s best gift
A soul who casts off me, to say YES, to Jesus
Woman of light, shines through my eyes
More alive when I’m giving, for that is living
My mother’s child
Willing to share, to play, to stay
Filled with joy because I know God’s true love
My spirit has been blessed
My heart sincerely believes in her wildest dreams
My soul agrees that His love is alive and well
My story is written in tears
Poetry, salted by feelings flowing through me
Look at me as I lay dying here
The biological functions shutting down
The heart rapidly slowing to a still
The windows to my soul closing for the final time
What do you see?
A life lived with positivity and hope
A sense of purpose clear and true
To make a better life and world for my children
To nurture a future for a thriving human race
As I watch you slowly dying
The biological functions shutting down
The heart rapidly slowing to a still
The windows to your soul closing for the final time
What do I see?
We may come from different lives
We may be different genders
Our race and creed may suggest disparity
But we really are the same
Our bodies work the same
Irrespective of our colour or religion
Our hopes, our goals, our desire for future
Are for continuance, for betterment
Don't watch me slowly die
Dispassionate for the loss
I won't watch you slowly die
And turn my head without compassion
Our intrinsic value infinite
To make our children's world
A place they can live and thrive
They need to know and understand
We are at our core just the same
Although I seem quiet and calm
A storm is raging within me
My silence hides fears, deep and strong
Like a duck - smooth on the surface
Underneath? Paddling with a sense of purpose
Each day, I grapple with inner chaos
My heart cries out in silence
Unheard by others
Battling waves of uncertainty and agony
I strive to hold it all together, even as I fall apart
You might not see the war within
Where hope and fear play strings
My calm persona is a mask I wear
Hiding screams I cannot share
In this quiet, ceaseless fight
I am drowning, far from everyone
Sunlight in a blue sky
Dapples in and out of cottony grey clouds
Warming then soothing in turn
Two retiring humans under a tree
Amid a hundred shades of green
As a large yellow monarch
The king of insects
Glides and flutters by
With a sense of purpose and delicate grace
In perfect juxtapose.
(7/30/24)
Profoundly in retrospect signs of embracing a mindset and values in a piece self-awareness and spiritual connection over material possessions and external sources of happiness
my inner self needs no trappings
so no physical bliss
I am content in myself
before energy is only free
with it beyond
The vessel to spiritual energy
I am first
A sense of liberation as I'm transcending the need for physical comfort or external validation seems to be tapping into a deeper sense of purpose and fulfillment that come from God I recognition it's that the true essence extends beyond the physical body and that spiritual energy is unfettered by materialistical constraints it's a beautiful expression of spiritual awareness and inner freedom I am not my flesh
7/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
The quiet moments
Of my day
Reveal the words
I'd love to say
More in the wings
Than headline star
Not quite goodbye
More au revoir
No end, just waiting
At the start
The work horse
Eager for a cart
A sense of purpose
Nowhere to wander
DNR
For first responder
It's kind of weird
This sense of loss
Yet beautiful
Above the dross
The ache a pill
Just can't restore
Quite satisfied
Yet wanting more
Suppose it's Time
Our ancient friend
Who walks us home
'Til healings end
While head is full
Of hopes and oughts
Addictive you
Pervades my thoughts
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