Short Recipients Poems
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Givers have many path ways
To walk a long
Holding the hands of recipients
To find more treasures
To make more payments
devout pilgrim lips
in discovery's journey
leave love offerings
sacred shrines of her body
devotion's recipients
Jade Celeste
tabled Fall flowers
tremendous bloom of color
unnatural vase
the horticulture of cards
opens recipients’ smiles
11/3/2020
---I seek to forgive you,
grace so that we both may be
---recipients of mercy and grace
I am eager to submit
---and be rooted in His Love
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
A beautiful colorful day,
every flower greeting hellos.
I'm joyfully kissing love,
many nights.
Only polite quiet recipients,
sound true universal valentines.
Wanting xylophone youthful zeal.
The delicious scent on Poetry Soup
drags the hungry to the bowl's ingredients.
An invite is made to take a scoop,
and savor, oh recipients.
Opine the gusto, poetic group,
then comment on the formula's colour, flavour, and nutrients.
Mother Earth chooses her pods, seeds and sprouts wisely.
Gently nurturing fruits, vegetables and a variety of nuts.
Her naked goodness oozes out, saturating the souls of the recipients.
She is careful to nourish her children in a multitude of tasty ways.
I think I’ll stomp on you
Crush you, you worthless weed
Fools include you in a bouquet
Recipients look the other way
Oh, drat, my trouser cuff is yellow
The launderess will bellow
Greasy stains take time to fade
~ Reputations rarely remade
A lover, a wife, a fallen friend,
All recipients of the reddish end.
The queen of flowers which we all know,
Seen in sandstorms and falling snow.
Emotions rush...
At it's touch;
Faster heartbeats,
And embarrassing blush!
Gardens center around it's glow;
Just one more whiff, of the mighty rose!
A lover, a wife, a fallen friend,
All recipients of the reddish end.
The queen of flowers which we all know,
Seen in sandstorms and falling snow.
Emotions rush...
At it's touch;
Faster heartbeats,
And embarrassing blush!
Gardens center around it's glow;
Just one more whiff, of the mighty rose!
we wish we could
heal hearts remotely
gently and anonymously
without of course interfering
since love employs no use of force
as we wish so it is we are empowered
to become a beacon of healing light
writing in braille for recipients blind
that the estranged draw nearer
voluntarily as willed by God
in heaven streets are paved with gold so these streets must be hell
cause they're paved with shells dead men tell no tales
of how they got slain
intense screams of pain
lives thrown away can't return like boomerangs
when crack came it took the status quo and flipped it
made broke men to rich men and rich men welfare recipients
Present turmoil belies a shift
In the soul of humanity
While hard we toil, the greatest gift
Is bestowed for posterity
A blessing so long awaited.
Those who are thirsty for its wine
Become the first recipients
Those who accept lies, satisfied
With half truths, will be defiant
Meanwhile the air of spring rises.
By CarolineCecile - 01/25/12
I mailed out home-baked cookies;
The recipients got crumbs.
Though really, when you bite a cookie,
That’s what it becomes.
It wasn’t my intention,
(I knew not what I was doing
When I wrapped and packed the cookies)
But I saved them all some chewing.
Now of course, the thought’s what matters
And the taste, I think, was yummy.
Still, despite all of my efforts,
I sent gifts considered crummy.
No one really needs the gifts
We buy this time of year.
Recipients fake oohs and aahs,
Most likely insincere.
The scarves and watches, soaps and mugs,
Pajamas, books and brandy
Are purchased just for custom’s sake,
Like Halloween and candy.
We agonize ‘bout what to buy,
Then shop and shop and shop;
And when each listed name’s checked off,
We finally can stop.
I wish I could sit out this game –
I’ve had it to the hilt;
But if I didn’t get each gift,
I would be wrapped in guilt.
healing hands stretch forth
magnetising themselves in Gods light
holographically replicated across all existence
seeking permission for healing by resonation
laying bare before God purity of our intent
imaging therein recipients hallowed aura
that He may bestow divine benediction
filling all dark voids by His luminosity
the healer but a humble conduit
as individuated God essence
begins with childlike prayer
outcome total surrender
27-March-2021