Short Offer Up Poems
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Today I’m grateful for my family…
and to them I offer up this toast….
What we have in life is nice
but it is who we have
that matters most.
A true measure of resistance
Is how much you value the prize
I offer up as an example
The Mcdonald's fries
Who among us don't super size
Despite the fact they go straight to our thigh's
Keeper at the gates, why do you hide from me
i've been broken, now you offer up the key
can i tempt you with my honest declaration
or must i solve your riddles,
'til you reveal yourself to me
A nurturing environment where mama and loved ones
Always offer up arms and open doors unto everyone
Mama N them
Always has
Open arms and open doors
Hallelujah
8/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Offer up so completely;
Sentiments so sweetly;
Considerate my duty;
To honorably informally;
Complete our journey;
One future wish of
Holy matrimony;
3/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Evening’s shadows start to drift
Down to the valley far below
Like glaciers made of amethyst
Crowned by the mountain’s alpenglow
Golden poppies and mariposas
Offer up their humble cups of dew
And I realize now why regal roses
Never make me think of you.
When we walk a lonely path
feeling nothing but PAIN
Know our Father helps us through
when we offer up a prayer OR TWO
To ask him for help in YOUR times OF NEED
TRUST and BELIEVE
that he will proceed
Just remember that good and bad
He is always close AT HAND
Form:
Encouraged by the masses
is mediocrity,
like when someone at a bar
sings bad karaoke.
As they belt out notes off key,
we might give guffaws.
Drunken with good will, though,
we offer up applause.
Written Feb. 14, 2016 for the Grook Contest of Silent One
Resting
Lunch is prepared
I rest my tired body
Renew my spirit and soul
Waiting
Until the crowd comes
And is fed
Food for the body
How
Can I offer up a morsel
To feed their hungry souls
Give
Wisdom Heavenly Father
To help me teach them
Only You adore
There’s nothing on the inside
my wife’s been soren to call
Or something on the outside
my doctor’s warn to all
And never any insight
for lawyer’s claus to slaw’l
Or ever any vinedite
for honor’s cause to loll
I offer up to vine-light
my moral claws for all
and haven’t any sin light
for oral laws to call
I live among the night
Full moon sheds its light
I gaze at it with my eyes
As I offer up my wolf cry
Howl til' it echoes the universe
My head directed towards the heavens
As I descend
Hoping to be met by my brethren
I walk in the midst of no one
Nobody heard my call
Where are my brothers, I remain
A Lone Wolf
Easter, and the mystery
unfolds in the hearts
of chocolate rabbits.
Some still believe,
in the capacity of eggs to
resurrect joy,
or they race within chicken runs,
to celebrate a pre-diabetic date,
while other's only offer up
painted shells.
The mystery will continue,
just as long
as we play these games,
of hide and seek.
Am I not a Son of the Sun?
And as a Scion duty demands dissemination...
My gift to you then lays in the ability to find Balance
by pointing out the fulcrum
It is not enlightenment that I offer up, that is your path to walk...
I offer stillness and deconstruction
I offer peace by dissolution
One does not reallly begin to know self, until there is no self...
On my morning walk, I saw a hawk
Crash down and pin a dove.
Its steely gaze inspired its blaze
Of speed from up above.
A moment’s pause, with bird in claws,
Allowed a closer look,
Then off it flew and left my view,
Its meal not meant to cook.
It’s Nature’s way that some are prey
And those with higher ranks
Will get to feast; for that, at least,
We offer up our thanks.
How long oh Lord must I with my wretched eyes look upon creation with pride. How long must my mouth be filled with impotent words that pollute the air
Would you oh Lord in your divine will, send a fool, that in my intellectual pursuit, would render me but a worm on this earth that I may look to the heavens stripped of my dignity with nothing but a foul vessel to offer up as a temple.
Form:
There is a time bomb
Ready to explode
In my heart and in my soul
I have an aching to reach out to you
I have a yearning to be bold
And offer up my love to you
To create a light supreme
There is a time bomb that's blowing up my heart
To the point where it unfolds
And allows the love in
Like a river flowing
Beautiful and magnificently free
In spiritual empathy.
May I take this moment
God's precious servant
to offer up alms
to raise my arms
praises and surrendering
within his the Father's blessedness
within your alone I'll be there
in your present I'll be there
in your silence I'm there
in your prayers I'm there
I care
interceding with Our Father
allow me... I'll be there
12/25/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o22
When there is no plan B
When all weighs heavily upon me
When all friends seem lost
When I have considered all the cost
When bills pile high
When all I want to do is cry
Then I will challenge problems anew
Then I will search for solutions through and through
Then I will give thanks to my Creator
Then I will silence my inner debater
Then I will offer up a song of praise
Then I will look for better days
What a wonderful morning
has been bestowed upon us...
the sun's rays illuminating the sky
and warming the earth.
Birds in flight offer up their
aria of songs, filling the air with
wordless music and landing on
tree branches to rest or perhaps to
visit their fellow winged aviators.
The beauty of nature is all around,
inviting us to drink it all in,
using our eyes to see
and our ears to hear
the miracles that surround us !
O’ I offer up myself;
To receive the will of my Father;
I offer up my life, my breath;
To be a living sacrifice;
The will of God the Lord has told you what is good;
The will of the Lord;
God has been ever so, so good;
The will of God in my life;
What he requires of me;
My Lord has granted me mercy;
What He asks of me;
Is that I walk humbly;
8/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Ref :Micah 6:8
I shall not lend an eye
In your direction
Knowing that power
Is what you seek
I shall not speak a word
On former connection
Knowing that relevance
Is your pay
I shall not make a move
Toward reconciliation
Knowing that condescension
Is your game
I shall not offer up a prayer
Toward LOVE
Knowing that treason
Is your heart's intent
...hell bent...on my destruction
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-17-2023
When you were bitter
Callous and unkind
Jumped to conclusions
Content to misjudge
Made a game of being cold
Wouldn’t give the time of day
Or offer up a cup of tea
Swept me off like crude debris
I wish I could say I rose above
And walked away without a care
That it didn’t hurt me to be snubbed
By you~ my most unlikely bully
You took me by surprise
I never saw it coming
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
The day broke futile and green
Beauty was everywhere so pristine
All creation sung in such harmony
Till man proved that he was the true dummy
He forgot that each breath he took
Came from a love that he forsook
And that he offered it up again
As incense into nostrils, he filled with sin
Even I knowing this to be true
Would in my vanity do the same thing too
Offer up death and the stench of sin
Giving no regard to the one who lives within
Orange and yellow smiles
offer up nutritious seeds,
black oil nutty treats
for birds and me.
Nurtured by nature and the bees
sunflowers generosity is unbounded,
tall standing sentinels of summer
inspire serenades from the finches.
I pop a seed into my mouth,
yummy nutty goodness
and listen to their songs;
warm elation inundates my spirit.
6-11-2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry ContestsBrian Strand
Tears are liquid diamonds, mined from the soul.
Nothing within us so reveals our most perfect and
Raw emotions as do the genuine tears we shed.
For smiles are easy, dispensed with little truth or effort.
Tears are hard, arising from the depth of a labored soul.
So, labor on my soul, and consider not to smile.
My flesh will attend to smiling, for those who matter
Little, and care less.
But you, my soul, cry, and offer up those diamond tears.