seagulls cry above
silver ripples softly, hum
best shoreline shaper
by Zyrool
the last words of farewell
were shaper than a knife
the last words of farewell
damaged more than a cannon fight
all my fears conquered that war
leaving me to drift on the sea
with no sign of shore
thus began the night,
never to come to an end
crying in veil
and my pain reached new heights
Unwanted,as a sheet of used tissue paper,
Born from someone who is a life giver and shaper,
In a world where respect comes from only a few,
Her rewards for struggles will always be long due.
She wondered about the reason for less affection,
Wasn't she working towards perfection?
She too had a right to fulfill her parents' dreams,
Wasn't she residing in any of their realms?
She took care of their feelings and emotions,
All she faced was demotivation.
Didn't her precious care overpowered money's worth?
Love and admiration towards her are still in dearth.
She is tired of all the comparisons,
Which definitely doesn't have valid reasons.
She may not be perfect in society 's eyes,
The age old standards which are lies.
She is expected to stay quiet,
And listen to everyone without a fight.
The silence cannot last longer,
The mental struggles are making her stronger.
whirl …
where waters mingle -
the inky black that pulls down
swallows … enfolds …
the ballet breaks -
sun’s golden coins a-dancing,
birthing pixies to the brine
to draw the gaze with dazzled magic …
the glassy smooth that
dopplegangs a billowy azure and a
quivery, star-daubed vault …
the ruffled swells -
turning masts to pendulum poets,
ticking time as the hulls roll …
and rock … and roll …
and the foaming rage -
surf that breaks reefs to ruin
and howls at Calypso,
the salty sirens screaming at
her for just a taste of
jagged justice …
the seas roar and ebb and
sunder suns to ache
the rills run to the low to find them
and feed the confluences
water weaves and wells and works to
be the All of life -
the precious matter, miraculous
the shaper and sater and savior of
everything that actuates
yet …
the oceans, and washes, wild
and weeping heavens
in all their splendor and abundance
can not hope to accommodate
the love, sorrow, spirit, or
significance
of one single, solitary
child’s …
tear.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 27, 2024
July 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 30-31
Key Verse – Proverbs 30:5 Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS PURE WORD
Praise be to God for His pure Word that is:
Sure source of our salvation-security
Secured stability for our spiritual strength
Smart shaper toward our steadfast stature
Settled seal around His sufficient satisfaction
Sound safeguard upon His sanctification-standard
Proverbs 30:8 Praise be to the Lord for
feeding us with His:
Contentment by His graciousness
Compassion as well as His goodness
Care, always consoling us by His guidance
Comfort around His challenges in His greatness
Cheerfulness of courageous gladness for His glory
Proverbs 31:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us His words so we can:
Trust His direction
Triumph in His drive
Toil with His discipline
Tread upon His distinctives
Thank Him delightfully daily. Amen!
July 22, 2024
Stories that stood behind soundless shapes;
Silence have finally found its way,
Dressed in a tall sky of towering tendons,
Wishing-wells weeping for wagons,
And as fiends of the forest frame fervent flavors,
Gruesome gravels aching for a touch of dirt from bittersweet barrels,
But one day the festering foe will see ,
what it means to be on scorching knees,
When summer is gone only the snow shall bleed,
A sonnet shaper than the dark Lead you read,
What good are ammos without the gun it fits to,
Perhaps threats are just a view only to sit through,
Salt and pepper beard too seek not for fluffy old warm rugs,
when your floors were far too cold for your own bugs,
You’ve stained the better half of what was meant to be,
Then required a fully functioning me?
There is no room for light in this foggy page full of grief,
For hope is a delicacy garnished for thieves.
I don’t deal in rushed quotes,
I’d sooner I kissed goats;
Pirates watch spare seen boats;
Claim Rock in water floats…
I’m tied to paradox:
My Pride-of-Barbados,
Sometimes my Forcados,
While my mind is its box…
Now, it’s about Comfort
And its shaper Effort:
Comfort can block Effort,
I mean: check fresh effort,
Jehovah now your Fort…
Good cause to watch comfort
Or you won’t make effort,
Long hours spend on sport,
To tasks fail to report…
Who would dare you report
Hasn’t grabbed the import!
In life labor you’d sought
And now contentment bought!
Flat on her stomach Grannie rode
her adrenalin overflowed
she went in style
with a big smile
into the paddle battle she flowed
The heart of an ancient wahine
she called her personal genie
a goofy foot true
she already knew
she’d forgotten her bikini
Grannie won the right of way
a righteous spot they all say
her stick’s outline
her own design
shaper champion this day
God has the key to my beating heart;
He made the door composed of wooden parts;
He is the master shaper of all things;
God has just granted me wings;
So I now just fly, fly above the open skies;
So I now I just fly away fly;
As I do fly up above the skies;
And I do now fly away high;
I fly away up to the open skies;
God has just granted me wings;
So I now just fly, fly above the open skies;
So I now I just fly away fly;
As I do fly up above the skies;
And I do now fly away high;
So I now just fly, fly above the open skies;
10/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Flawless shaper-
No nature all his creatures in picture to picture all his signatures!
FATHER CREATOR OF ALL AND MANKIND
Beautiful, Father
Heavenly, Father
All faith in Him, All faith in Him
All faith is His
And His way is the way, today
Predominance
Ahh!!!! Oh! Holy presents
Giving divine
Creator of all and mankind
Your blessed assurance
Yet gives me courage
Wonderful, master Savoir Jesus Lord God
I want to be your............Father
Beautiful, Father
Heavenly, Father
All faith in Him, All faith in Him
All faith is His
And His way is the way, today
Predominance
Ahh!!!! Oh! Holy presents
Giving divine
Creator of all and mankind
Your blessed assurance
Yet gives me courage
Wonderful, master Savoir Jesus Lord God
I want to be your............Father
Beautiful Father, Heavenly Father, Father creator of all and mankind
Molder and shaper, creator of all man
Beautiful Father, Heavenly Father, Father creator of all and mankind
Beautiful Father, Heavenly Father, Father creator of all and mankind
5/14/13
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2013, 2018©
from anthology “ AMBASSADORS WORSHIP CENTER “
Pitiful pitter patter, snotty sorrow
On top of tattered parchment paper
Every poetic pause was a bright idea
That somehow turned into vapor
Rhyme and reason had disappeared too
Yearned for a makeshift poetry shaper
The next time I got an inkling of inspiration
Evaporation was no longer my condemnation
Actually I offered my muse a potent libation
Readily rectified that dry pen situation
Salty sobs are now tears of joyous jubilation
5/1/16
Winter
Father of the Year.
Severe in the time you rule,
Shaper of Seasons.
14/4/2016
For whom do you write, vainglorious poet?
Who are the disciples you seek?
Shall converts worship at the altar of your prose;
Devoutly reciting your works?
Is there passion alight in your breast;
The call of some unknown muse?
Or does your pen labor of its own accord,
Guided by some universal force?
What is the sermon?
What message do you proselytize to the masses?
Shall all bow, or bend knee;
Demonstrably awed by your articulate compilations?
Self-fashioned prophet!
Or perhaps it is godhood you seek.
Author of verbal constructs.
Creator.
For who can judge your writing?
Who can look down their nose?
Furrow their brow?
Scoff?
For what you have crafted stands.
In grandiloquence or simplicity.
Perfect.
Crafted just so, and gifted to the world.
Can a critic better evaluate its worth;
Can the detractor eclipse the creator?
Perhaps then, it is he
Who fancies godhood the more.
A Grand inquisitor!
Laying to rest the heresies of your writ.
Sound the trumpets!
Send forth the drums of war!
Who shall emerge the crusade?
Shaper of public opinion.
Master.
God?
From the shower to the mirror I stand
With my breasts cupped in my hands
Oh my gosh they're too small
As I stand there and bawl
You men simply just don't understand
He suggests I take some toilet paper
I've to rub them, Oh what a caper
Blimey, how long this will take
It'll take months, just wait
Keep rubbing you'll soon be the shaper
Golly, I'm starting to feel a right tit
My new Bra they ain't going to fit
Well it worked for your ass
Keep going darling lass
There's the proof, no lies, didn't it
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