Short Convening Poems

Hope
Hope and healing
 So revealing 
Not concealing
 More than A feeling
 Faith and worth greatest myth 
Less convening 
Hope and healing
 


12/6/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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They'll find silhouettes of souls imprinted there.
  It's a familiar feeling of of despair.
    Like falling back in a chair.

It holds as much weight as words without meaning.
  Figures draped in black start their convening.
    "Rethe si eno vretineening"....

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Some spurious confine
nor resolutions mew, I so refine
convening measures that my heart could sign
some logic that your own can find ~
their hope again in you ~ remind
my love, I only want you as in love, behind!
I bolster up your feeling in your mind
I stay within you ~ healing, thee as mine!...

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Cull the herd
But be aware
More will follow
More who dare

Men aspire
Each position
Need we call them
Politician

Can we stop
The lies convening
Is there anyone
All-seeing

Route be damned
The ship off course
We've been fated
This remorse

Vote him down
But look once more
Those replace him
By the score...

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Oh, it’s thrilling to hear trilling
As I sit out in the shade.
All that tweeting that’s repeating
Is the reason I have stayed.

For I’m betting that the sweating
To which humankind is prone 
Has no meaning to convening
Birds on branches where they’ve flown.

Such sweet twitter as they flitter 
Or sit warbling in trees
Makes me giddy; it’s so pretty
That it puts my mind at ease....

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Heart and soul, not half a role
as God encompassing my knoll
I have in Thee confirming hold
as spirit's new convening told!

So settlement is Thy revere
my own grace pleading asks me here
can I keep needing while Thee veer
my whole believing, not austere!

A space for heeding of Thy cheer
that private, leading, not of fear
denotes my will, as God declares
your love in mine, HIs wholeness ~ cares!...

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Dandelions comfort the bee,
lying beneath the aged oak tree.
Donating nectar by the hedge,
convening at the water’s edge.

Turtles eat the dandelion,
soon a state of oblivion.
The stuffed turtles slide off the ledge,
convening at the water’s edge.

The tree had no one to care for,
no flower or turtle anymore.
Its life cut short by axe and wedge,
convening at the water’s edge.

Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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The sky  is dark  and foreboding
the sky of the night waits
The eerie shape of the moon is hidden
When suddenly a small chink appears
a weak light is projected downward
getting stronger by the minute
In that shaft of light is the shadow
of a bird carrying in its beak 
an olive branch he flies off 
towards the fighting  zone
where the  heads of 
Government are convening
Dropping the branch on the table
he chirps then flies off to wait....

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