Neverending steps standing firm;
I am found statured under the yellow sun;
Pleasantly violent blinded by the sight;
Of the solar event brilliant light;
Blaise brilliant burning planet;
Fire needed Light matters;
~
I shy away though I stand shining;
And if you were to ask why i'm beaming;
I stand ever tall not leaning;
Solid Ezra as a rock mountain gibraltar;
Blaze, brilliant soul fire;
Flame praising Light matters;
5/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
To bully at the parent's cost
a distant blow for children
That meteorite for showing sauce
a blistaince for their rildren
For caring less of statured means
they raise their children dildren
At all their needs denying them
for what a heart condrildrun
Traveling down the memory lane paved a long time ago,
I remember when I was completing graduation,
what profession I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor gave my career a direction to follow.
A short statured profoundly erudite humble person,
introduced me to the fascinating facets of geology,
and to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its interesting evolution history.
The complex lattice of crystals he made clear to me,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in the rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on the world of minerals.
His unique way of teaching influenced my young mind,
ingrained in me a deep interest in the marvels of nature,
leading me to continue my studies in earth science,
creating the launching pad for my satisfactory career.
I won’t forget him for I realize with sense of gratitude
how the course of fulfilling life a teacher carves out,
not only by sensible sustenance of the imbibed acumen,
but by molding the mind to be satisfied with the shaped life.
Mellow golden browned skin
Naked no one knew then
Eyes of her Father’s
Blacken hair coarse fine
All at the same time
Washed feet
Forehead sweet
Whom a told you this
Strong neck
Walks in royalty
Statured heavenly
Ebony queen
All at the same time
Washes her feet
Bare sole never touches the streets
She’s clean brown and golden
Naked no one knew then
Eyes of her Father
She’s cleansed up to her teeth
Top of her head
Down to the soul of vessel
She measures worth more than the universe
Her feet so sweet
He forehead so sweet
Her hands so sweet
Whom told you this
2/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Open gods beautiful eyes
see outside your soul
the beauty He does
awaken Dear One
beautiful heart beats
flows the essence Waters deep
Flows of God in part
arise statured daughter open your mouth
stand on the soul beneath
Your feet whole you are ever sweet
nourished in the Palm held in love
in His heart in His mind
you're his kind
embrace Life this new day Dawn
arise beautiful daughter rise
8/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
PLANT
pops up
slight statured
like child from earth's womb
staunch and fights against odds
swears the charge of revamping
"icon for unyielding spirit"
PLACED: 1 st
Image: 3
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Syllable count: HS
Date: 10-06-2022
doors of perception
doors of perception
when cleansed will reveal
our true nature..
this is the sage advice
of a statured voice..
the cleansing
clears away beliefs
which have imprisoned
for so very long..
beliefs of locations
and of timespans
which have locked
the doors of access to
our infinite blue sky..
freedom awaits
as in hasty fashion
we release the hold
of stifling beliefs
and sink into the blue..
then from the viewpoint
of an infinite self
we understand that
the doors were never
closed...
"If the doors of perception were
cleansed everything wold appear
to man as it is: infinite."
~~William Blake
At last I am free
from a language that
tried to subdue me;
And all the faces from my past.
That of statured men (on knees)
stripped from sacred dignity-
from being man.
Trying hard to dispute
that I, could verbalize those words.
World, here, my eloquence.
I speak the language of the free.
Though, can I, not hide
a truth so clear to see;
I’ve been speaking a language, foreign to me.
Countless times. Sagacity…
Never shedding a tear?
Only You my Lord, can judge.
Though, hear, this cruel reality-
Born of slave; so too, was meant to be.
Tears! Rivers, the consequence of time.
Wash me clean; please, white I’d be.
How cursed my mother’s tongue?
Yet, all I recall, sweet loving.
Nonetheless, I went running…
Escaping into what I thought was light.
Ridding me from daunted eyes.
Pray, my fathers forgive me.
I am a man of reverie.
At last, I am free
From a language that
tried to subdue me.
So hard to live (this) perceived inequality.
Compounded sins of he, who tried to silence me.
The same coming forth on bended knee.
God, set them free…
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