A Brave Soul
The sea is stormy, with wild waves up high,
A little boat sailing beneath the sky,
Battered by woeful wicked wayward winds,
Has a part of the main sail worn and torn,
Yet the sailor steers on, the soul unshorn.
Stay focused Australia..Do not follow extremists.' Hold your nerve.'
And the centre ground.'
the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a ***** leer
over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer.
Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear.
I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer.
Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!
Your fiancé is waiting for you, adorned in fashion.
Is seeing your enemy green with envy your sole passion?
In a silly show-off of your skill, you've hurt your head.
Do you think your sweetheart would applaud your foolish bloodshed?
If you can't see the bikers, trucks, and signals, side by side
Won't your bride evince her pride in your comrade's cautious ride?
call me Robinson Crusoe
steer me toward my own island
in the Pacific,
let me be myself
one with nature
let me enjoy her balmy ideas
release me to summer
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
The creative urge of our vibrant soul
articulates poetry when it heeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
Navigating life to fulfil our role,
without any doubt love magnetism leads
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.
To rise from limitation and feel whole,
drawn to love’s beauteous rhythm soul needs
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
Knowing our aura is blackened like coal,
oh hermit, know God's boundless grace yet feeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.
Making unique music, being our goal,
empty like space, purity of heart speeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
We paint the canvas by ceding control,
as the burning yearning to ink love seeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul;
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
14-November-2022
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Theme: Writing
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Let love throbs steer, our each impulse
Presence of God draws near
No feral instincts to repulse
All souls one, all are dear
Fear mirrors dark desire
Let go, for God aspire
Vibrant, aglow, afire
Jettison fear
Let love throbs steer
25-December-2021
Quietus
Tho! The circumstances steer, toward second chances being real
Have no fear, He is near
Though things seem to be self-imposed
There’s no need to be ignored
Be not afraid of the noise
Let go of the circus give the monkey back
Smell the flowers don’t give them back
Tho! The circumstances steer, toward second chances being real
Have no fear, He is near
Though things seem to be self-imposed
There’s no need to be ignored
Be not afraid of the noise
12/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Living on a farm is never boring
There are cows to milk, bulls, steers, calves to feed
Pigs to slop and chickens to peck the dust
With guineas moving around, exploring
Chasing turkeys through the musical lead
Dance must
Enlightening their lives through adventures
Naught is as soothing a silence, a must
Ensuring life brings contentment, indeed
Knowing we will learn from misadventures
God’s just
The Speaker Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
October 20, 2020
It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.
My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when every ounce in me is full and grown.
The lure of a wonder seized my powers
breaking through my walls and towers
an ocean unearthing my grain and flowers
weeding out what is in my soil ugly and sour.
What reached my soul was so profound, so austere
it is beyond my feel, something I awe and fear
the mysteries in books were to me so clear
and in life, through deep darkness unable to steer.
To raw Nature I carried my tribulation
along with a torturing silence and lamentation
seeking spiritual guidance and revelation
Almighty God, help me not to succumb to temptation!
And here I am, with my words touching my solid earth
carving a clear voice of woe and mirth
aspiring to feed an inner sense of worth
as an avid reader accords my poetry a rebirth.
Steer Clear
Unsure of my journey
But know where I am going
Even tho my brain is storming
Discovering new things
while, Unfolding my fears
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears
Covered in a mask,
While gripping my flask,
Trying to face the unknown.
Transformed into a goon,
But still I assume while
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears
This mystery is intriguing.
So she start sleazing,
Only to find emptiness emotions became built up upon her and, she had no choice but to give in.
Clear skies are upon us so the funk is no longer
My insights are stronger
Mother Nature will warn Ya, take heed if you Dare.
ShErEe ©
Hide away in fear,
For the dead begin their reign.
Try to escape and they think they are in the clear,
But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain.
Fight away through the fear,
No more hiding, there’s no choice,
Even if a sugar rush may cheer,
The wilted flower speaks the hard truth through his voice.
Drive away through the fear
All gassed up with a positive view.
Make sure that he hits the dead with his steer,
So they have a peaceful few.
Drive right into the fear,
Right into a city of the dead.
Now they’re free, but they’re back into the drear,
In a macabre carnival they fled.
Crash right into the fear,
Because they just can’t catch a break.
The eldest that stands tall like a statue tells them to kick it into high gear,
But the torrential downpour will awake.
Drown out the fear,
Run through the cold November Rain.
They’ll reach the final stretch at a pier,
Yet the bridge might be their bane.
Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear
While on the corner of the street I adhered
A injured open wounded possum peers
Running back and forth so unclear
A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire
I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer
Of which my blow out seemed so severe
It's the dead of night it's a bit spooky here
Mists and winds and sour smells
All of this in the atmosphere
The pans and pains of mystery premiere
Trees engulf me come towards me they adhere
I've calling AAA but my cell phone died all's not well
Boo the cat runs across the street seems to disappear
In enchanted visions of scary things dear
Bicarbonated liquid fear
Street flying squirrels gilding over near
10/14/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
UNSUPPORTED CODE Truthward Steer
UNSUPPORTED CODE Who knows the right and wrong of
foreign wars with truth so hid that
none can tell the cause? For
fact and fiction come in strange
disguise. God’s truth for one is
for another lies. Each land should
go its people’s chosen way and
we, till clear, a cautious
distance stay.
The world is now a complex game of
chess. Cack-handed players leave
the board a mess. Each one will
say, “the truth is on our side,” but
that my friend is all too fatal pride.
New fact can turn belief upon its
head and leave you with a hand
that you may dread. Never be
afraid to change your mind,
for oft the track we tread
is false or blind.
Your honour is a precious thing to lose,
check well motives of the leaders you
may choose. When they say, “the
time has come to intervene,” consider
every outcome that can mean. Beware
of those who woo you with their power
for demons rise when ere they sense
the hour. As wind and tide combine
the ship to veer, hold firmly
to your wheel and
truthward steer. UNSUPPORTED CODE
In fake urbanity, somewhere we lost our humanity,
Respect and care for others, is turning to a formality,
In reality, we are being trounced by the mundanity,
Our morality is now diminishing; it bears no vitality.
Profanity pooled with inanity will lead us to insanity,
Crippling societies, are swarmed with toxic mentality,
Where sick minds attack innocent, causing fatality.
Let’s rise, and save world from the hands of brutality,
And steer the thoughts of youth away from volcanity,
In fake urbanity, why did we lose our humanity?
Jan 24, 2017.
Word challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
April 19, 2017.
Re-entered for the contest
Screwed XVII - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: rob carmack
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