The Space Between Hands
Always left alone in the corner of the room,
Often wondering if something’s missing in the gloom.
Head down, tears falling — can’t stop the flow,
Sobbing in silence, hoping no one will know.
Never reaching the end with someone in stride,
Letting go halfway, with no goodbye implied.
Then surrender comes, with the whisper, “Go ahead?”
But “why?” still circles, stuck in my head.
Never enough — maybe never meant to win,
Always the loser before things begin.
Still, even if it’s dark and uneven ground,
Someone will stay, and their silence is sound —
Not just a dream I made up to be found.
In the quiet moments of life's embrace,
When shadows linger, leaving a trace,
Healing whispers softly in the night,
Guided by faith, an endless light.
With every wound and scar we bear,
Hope arises from whispered prayer.
Faith's gentle touch, a soothing balm,
Restores our spirit, brings us calm.
Laughter dances in our hearts,
A spark of joy that never departs.
In times of sorrow, humor's grace,
Turns tears to smiles, brightens our face.
Together we journey, hand in hand,
Healing's path, a sacred land.
With faith as our guide and joy in our stride,
We'll find solace, side by side.
Dear Lions,
Please keep standing strong in our world with so much wrong.
Keep your senses alert to fair and foul, especially when out there
on the prowl, for not every foe is going to growl..
Get out there with you're confident stride, don't wallow in hurts
and petty pride, a genuine heart can turn any tide.
Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.
Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.
Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.
In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.
Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.
Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.
Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.
Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.
In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.
Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.
Seven Soldiers Sought Sanctuary
From Frazzled, Frozen Feet
Worn, Weary, Walked Westward
Toting Tattered, Torn Torso
Revered Rifleman's Riddled Remains
Bravely Blocked Bullet's Barrage
Self Sacrifice Saved Seven
Learning about you, I just have to decide
doing what's right is best with God as my guide...
I verily pity your family, especially your bride
hope you repented ... since your sins you can never hide.
This epigram is for you; hope you won't deride
may its truth bring great warning tide:
Vanquish vain pride*
that speeds up downfall ride…
lest folly and flaw exposed side by side
overtake with destruction stride.
Such is not just for Dr. Harold Frederick Shipman**who died
languishing with his vain arrogance so deep and wide...
may its biblical essence glow while practical virtue along hearts glide
prodding me to live along meaningful purpose while in Christ I abide!
Proverbs 16:18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
May 1, 2022
Edited on August 31, 2022
**Dr. Harold Frederick SHIPMAN; A.K.A.: "Doctor Death"
(Reference-https://murderpedia.org/male.S/s/shipman-harold.htm)
4th place, "Dr Harold shipman" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 9/2/2022.
Everything is greening up
Longer days are warming
Neighbors have a new pup
Honeybees are swarming
Violets on the front lawn
I'm seeing dandelions, too
The winter snow is gone
Our street is a zoo …
With children playing ball
House pets are outside
Six pleasant months ‘til fall
I’m getting back in stride!
Written April 3, 2022
Two piercing eyes of periwinkle glance by,
And four fierce claw-wielding pawns strut on.
Ears set far and smokey gray strands spike high.
This twirling tail spirals to the stars like a dizzy swan.
Her defiant stride shall change your mind
Of all that ridicule you are set to comprehend.
May you, for an instant, take a look at a divine,
Composite world that surrounds and transcend.
Loving auras enchant anyone who endures,
This beautiful ether we hold close by.
For great treasures, upbringing are yours,
To have and cherish for as long as you fly.
have never denied
computer keeps me occupied
and my brain in stride
Heart. Beats slowly.
One more step.
Just around the corner.
The race is almost complete.
Stride. Ever shrinking.
Time always fleeing.
Another mile nearly done.
A challenge ahead to overcome.
Life. It flies.
Final steps ahead.
I’m exhausted, but still,
I want to begin again.
Love Walking with a sunken pain,
I limp every next, for pride.
No faith, no belief, not even greed, in my losing stride.
Wasted for good, wasted by glory,
I seek an emotion.
Slapped by fate, robbed by time
sensing a premonition.
Well, the times shall change,
the times shall sail.
But the love, for a soul that blessed
my world, shall never ever fail.
I Love you
You Have No Clue, How Much I Love You
To the rest of the world you must be just another man,
But to me you're the one who makes me smile, 'coz only you can.
You give me friendship, you give me support, you give me confidence,
Meeting you in life, was definitely no coincidence.
You are the one who is made for me on earth,
And I was made for you, right from birth.
I can imagine myself with no other but you,
I love you so much so much & you actually have no clue.
I walk upon the lands there're blue
As I stroll I see the life of you
The green carpets the limbering trees
Covered with big blooming bountiful leaves
This world that I walk on is very much so bountiful
This world in which God loan us
What shall become of us when we die
Don't you cry as you and I become as...dirt changed to dust
8/7/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Pride and beauty deep down inside, you are the goddess of fortune with the glamorous stride. You embody what is to be your future, nothing to hide, your victory is you, prosperity, love, the one of a kind.
Pride and beauty deep down inside, you are the goddess of fortune with the glamorous stride. Be yourself, never hide, no games, no tricks live life and do not deny, for when you live life like a goddess you will not be denied all that you deserve will not be put aside, for you are a goddess like Lakshmi forever after good fortune on your side…Poetry by Dean
The age of cacophony ,impels me on a rustic stride
Away from the fancy spotlight,
Where flowers bloom in robust rapture
With its deacons fluttering with laughter,
Where brothers embrace eachother ,with gleeful splendour
Spreading their fronds to protect little hearts, so tender.
Where a choir garbed with feathers of amber,jade and ebony
Perform a soulful symphony .
I walk along to meet a singing maid
Combing her strands along fields of jade
The day passes with tranquility
Befriending the grace of these eminent personalities.
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