The statue of a man is blatantly stand
Posture is evident
Oh what a man
~
Vertical virtue substance sustained
Spiritually ratified his vessel hooked on game
~
Fluently the world suggests stands a man, abreast
And yet man stands his tallest in his truest spiritural sense
~
More than I am just flesh a mere man flawed
In the truest essence, he is of himself, the image and righteousness of God
My spirit, My truest self stands strong and eternally tall
7/6/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
Lavishly, she served me her love.
She was breathtaking,
Metaphorcally ever tasty. and...
In every nook and cavity
Was filled with spirituality.
I beset, I embraced.
Yet I anguished,
I lusted for no end
Special angel.
She was my bitter taste.
You see I set society,
She embraced my spirit
And saved my soul.
Now I am whole
A ANGEL WHOLE IS LOVED
-- Spiritually Whole
5/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation, born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!
perfection beauty
lilacs - with purple clusters -
fragrance drifts around
My body
will be spending Christmas alone.
My mind
will have company.
For those who I love
who reside in heaven.
Will be with me
Spiritually.
I would like dark chocolate, but I need you
Cadbury alone won't do
I'll climb the Himalayan for you, because
When I'm with you, really with you
Grand Central can come in, yet fade thin, as
I bask with touch of you
Fierce, yet mild well-rounded honeybee
A die-hard Christian man forever, because,
From Okinawa to Timbuktu,
History's fiercest touch to your faith you've faced.
You're continental, universal
Unforgettably cultural
You're my drug of choice
Sweet chocolate could sedate one's voice
But you! You're not terribly sweet
Your bitter changes to firm treat,
Then I know for sure,
You're my Don Juan.
*
My soul in love;
I am so in love with her;
She lights up with God the darkness I am gold;
Heaven yellowed metal;
Those the shoes I wear, shall not be walked in heaven;
O' did I mention, she is mine love interest;
My heart so beats;
I am so influx in heat;
She delights me when I feel her heart sweep;
Beating near onto me, holding me spiritually;
I can see My soul in love;
I am so in love with her;
She lights up with God the darkness I am gold;
Heaven yellowed metal;
Those the shoes I wear, shall not be walked in heaven;
O' did I mention, she is mine love interest;
As we meet chest to breast;
So beautifully, spiritually, physically in love the two of us;
7/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
the Burmese tiger blew the lid off of her intellectual thinking mind
an incredible dendrite explosion that was felt throughout the land
most of us shuddered, not knowing exactly what had happened
but recognizing it would have an effect on our future in some way
spiritually we were dead compared to the tiger, and now we knew it
he would be able to manipulate us in ways we could not yet imagine
at an ethereal level, we felt vulnerable and alone,
empaths were packing their bags for other planets
If he can enter her mind this easily,
how fast could he manipulate the rest of us?
This did not make the five o’clock news,
but the feelings traveled just as fast.
He was spiritually aware
Humble and unaware of his uniqueness
His meditative techniques were studied by hundreds
Who saw his essence through his humility
His efforts to educate others
Uplifted small corners of the world
People who met him began feeling a new positivity
Remnants of his brilliance and his selflessness
Pray before you're being prayed
Learn before you're caught ignorant
Do good and you'll be repaid good
Do bad and you'll got the lesson
What's behind a religion
Now people are making use of
A religion's loophole
To escape
They do bad to be saved
They do bad to ask for mercy
They always repent too late
Only when they are caught
Come to me and you'll be saved
A helping hand stretched
But you must do your part in advance
You must learn beforehand
You must practise what you've learned
You must be careful
You must do your best
Before you hand yourself to God
God only help those who help themselves
Come to me and you'll be saved
If not physically, materialistically
Then spiritually
But no amnesty in law sometimes
People only repent
And realize
A minute
Just before they're to be punished
If ever saved
I thought
They're saved spiritually
But not from the law physically
Law is said to be the fairest
But the strictest
Poem Title: My Father, My Hero
Written By: Poet Jeremiah
For where I am now
Dad, It's your hard work and dedication towards my progress
Father,
Your prayers for me was indeed not in vain
Your cry unto Christ was not a waste
Your fasting and teaching of God's doctrine has indeed made it mark in my future.
Father,
Your financial support has made me who I am today
Your ambition to get me educated is actually amazing.
Father,
You advise me to always be cool and kind
You told me not to engaged my life activities with disobedience people
You acknowledge me that God love obedience
Father,
With you I have felt no hunger
Everytime you refilled me spiritually and physically
Something I can't pay for ????
Father,
You are such a amazing man
You vision in making me useful is quite unplayable
Without you, I could have been lonely like a ship over the Ocean.
This Poem is delicated to Danny W. Paye and all the Father who seek the interest of their children ????
Poet Jeremiah ????????
©?®?24/12/21????
Keep following ???
When I was free…
the little me, bigger than me now,
where all I sensed had condensed
to being grown somehow.
When others have forgotten
ourselves have always been…
reflecting the collecting
Miracles of being.
The glory that surrounds us
the beauty we ingest
Shapes us and defines us
Spiritually the best.
Am not sure how they lost it
for I have also wept
Though the little spark opposed to dark
somehow I safe kept.
My wish to all the suffering
cherish all the precious
Guard your soul and don’t let go
for when you do, you perish.
10.03.2021
Although He's spiritually
Among us and not physically
He's out
There on a scout
Looking at all cost to host
Only those who are lost
Because He's passionate
He forgives without any condition
Not to die is also not to live...
greater sadness is crying inside
in place of releasing tears out...
have only pristine smiles
that today correspond to nostalgia...
Smile thorns and cry flowers...
live with a sad soul
and smile anguish...
Feeling that joy is crying around...
That's why I reaffirm that dying,
is born-again... that is spiritual
comfort...
Meanwhile, I write poetry
that reveals understanding... !
When my heart physically breaks I am physically dead
When my heart spiritually breaks I am emotionally shred
I'm putting them both together simultaneously they both die
My soul surely also cries
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
1/25/21
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