Necessity's is your bare naked vessel
Beautiful Ladies
Daughters of God
Choose Beauty self-energy's
a given breath
You're vessels encase
Beautiful Daughter of Elohim
Inside growin
Let it be showing
Your choosing beauty is from within
And not the negative showings of your bare necessities
Wow Humanity how old and cries
out profanities with their mouth and their eyes lust of your flesh
Daughters of God bare not your necessities
Because the vessel of you, you won't deny
Thy your nakedness belongs to God and Your "husband" only
Let humanity see only your naked energy
NOT YOUR PHYSICAL NAKED SELF
BE NOT AN OMEN
Daughters of God bear not your necessities
In blessed prayer for consideration trust and rest in Him
BE MORE BLESSED, COVER YOUR SELF
For your truest most beautiful self is more than your flesh
it's your inner being your mind your body your heart and soul
AMEN
3/17/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
It was a Swedish film they said,
Mixing real life, truth and art,
A little bit expressive they said,
Which for us was a jolly good start
And when Sunday the good Father
Preached to go and see it was a sin
The street outside was crowded
As we quietly queued to get in.
This was the early 1960’s
When standards had to be preserved
What was outrageous then would
Now be considered quite reserved.
There was Sex and there was Symbolism
There was Fear, Anxiety, Angst and Doubt.
I watched the whole film enthralled
No idea what it was all about
At later showings we found
Due to the films”s notoriety
And to enable a continuing
Sense of community propriety
At a given signal they had to hold
Sheets of paper before their eyes
To avoid seiing certain scenes
And keep Innocence uncompromised
But, it was Art and it was Sex,
Displayed on the silver screen
And despite the Father’s warnings
Me and most of the village had been.
It was never mentioned in the bar
Later on when we went for a drink,
Just the odd embarrassed grin
And the occasional knowing wink.
Something showing
Outside inside
Birdhouse bathhouse
Baseball horse stall
See food sea food
Oh-look cookbook
Eggshell upstairs
10/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
In fog's night,
there's a shimmer.
A hint of hearth and home.
A muted invitation
to one who walks alone.
Far away from native shore
and succor of the soul.
Harbouring a longing for
the things that make us whole.
Fishing for remembrances
of paintings in the mind,
but finding only semblances
in images unkind.
And now they come, in elder times,
these showings of a land.
So often gleaned from ancient rhymes
that lead us by the hand.
As if to say this life of yours
is wanting for its bed,
so be untroubled, free of chores,
and rest your weary head.
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To Apollyon's, never ending curse
..............Folie A Deux..............
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The Convention!
catching the wind, lifting in flight,
with delicate wings soaring its heights,
looking up while searching below,
a crucial time to fly alone,
to ride the breeze is nothing new,
it's just what the butterflies born to do,
her landing never stays too long in one spot,
it moves to the next, and her beauty is caught,
at a glance, yet only for a moment,
these beautiful wings cannot be stolen,
the sun's rays shine down on her wings,
her colors illuminate the scenery,
leaning down to touch her,
the wind then picks up to rush her,
but never forgetting the beauty you've seen,
through the tears of the worlds pain and suffering,
revealing love for healings sake,
this moment in time was no mistake,
our tears released, a clear reflection,
the showings of God's love and compassion
< Signs of the time
Enriched vibrant colors
Painted on minds eye canvass
To inscribe it's beauty to another
Eventually leaving one in awe
Marching in it's parade of showings
Begining to end
Each and every year
Requesting for it's safe return
Entry For Carol Brown's
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
G.L. All
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To apollyons, never ending curse
...........Folie A Deux...........
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The Convention!
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