Short Cherubim Poems

Their covenant wings
Like cherubim on alters
Spread out for preying...

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Just His love from above chosen birds and doves beholden cherubim

9/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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All
around-
seraphim
dominions,
thrones-
and
powers-
archangels,
principalities-
with
angels,
ophanim,
the cherubim
fly...

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Just His love
 from above 
 chosen 
Birds and doves 
beholden
 Cherubim


Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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That's Satori
A blue ocean is satori
A blue sky is satori
a blue cherubim is satori
a blue sapphire is satori
Ablue' the baby is satori
A blue color is satori!
By Susan J. Mills...

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~winged Cherubim of love’s whims
       shoot thy whimsical arrow
          seal very heart of my fate
             choose for me my mate~ 

For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And Contest: Winged Cupid...

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~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~y

Come awake,
Spring's joyous Cherubim!
Fly with stories of Nature's rebirth

Take to thy wing 
in uproarious hymn...
Oh, sing now, all the birds of the Earth!

~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~...

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Infant Poet


I heard the sweetest cry: “Jack Ellison!”
Soon after birth of Joe my Cherubim Son
That bestowed bliss and not sorrow-
A symbol for a judicious tomorrow
Evocative of erstwhile Lord Tennyson!	


** With the Wise Poet, Jack Ellison, in mind. (A Limerick)

JM

19th Oct’ 2013...

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You wear luck
Like you were born to it
Bred to it
Like pink skin over old scars
New spanking suits on old men
This kalaidescope of favor
Falls directly into your lap
Yet
When your luck runs out
You scream and shout to the angels
Now you are in a place
Where cherubim and seraphim turn a
Deaf ear
You are forever bound to a solitary
Fortune...

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My child,
sleep sweetly
as honey...
when he rouses
always tell me
sugary
words...
My child,
don't have much work
to sleep...
sleep as a cherubim,
under the covers...
His sleepy breathe
remember the singing
of the nightingale...
when he rouses,
he tells me of the sun,
tell me over his
flights...my soul
is enchanted...
my real soul,
is that child...!...

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The threshold kept moving
a golden gate ,three winged steps
shaped like cherubim.
Last night the moon 
caught the edge
and spun it back to where he clung
on  the rain soaked ledge
of faith .
He made the chilling leap 
to land  atop  the youngest
cherub's wing.
trumpets filled the night
A blinding light
lit up the sky
and I 
from down below
could only
wave 
Goodbye....

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Bitten apple.
Stolen fruit.
Who’s held it since that theft?
Why fallen Adam! And that has
Caused such
Dread trouble
And fuss

For Eve,
Who smells,
That plucked apple’s stink, and knows,
That she must battle and win,
Hard against
That first
Wrong sin.

Eve! Take 
That fruit.
Press on through Eden’s guarded gates
To that Tree, past the cherubim.
On! On!
To save
All women....

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WORK OF ANGELS

From dawn to dawn rustling wings merciful song

shredding lemon zest to brighten the sun
stuffing pillow clouds with fanciful cotton
replacing light bulbs in each burned-out star
retouching each haloed cirque of a rainbow
whittling each phase of the wayfaring moon

From dusk to dusk seraphim and cherubim hum along

6/1/2017
7 Line Max contest
1st Place...

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From his voice springs the tenderest sound of lute
There is not a moment
mute
In the company of my little cherubim
Oh how I love him, how I love him!
 
Dissonance played in my core.
Before his birth 
My first born.
Our pride and Joy.
The cold of winter is all but gone, gone, gone!
Even your sulkiness embalms my soul.
You and your sister bring the most
Joy joy joy!
 To our household.
 
 
 
* to my little boy...

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king james with a lantern on a hill tells 
of loose ribbons in ornate fancy hats 
and all prayers turn common when
 manchester united plays chelsea.

 now gods holy plasma screens burn 
brightly on old tarnished brick walls, 
uplifted by cherubim and cigar smoke. 

 while all the dart boards across the bar
 are decorated in their finest greens and
 reds like scottish noblemen.

everthing is as it should be, 
after all it is sunday and 
 god is an englishmen right?...

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