Pure and sinful. Saintly and filthy.
An angry dog. Teeth sharp and gnashing. I don’t understand why I’m so angry.
A warning shot before I’m put down. Knocked to the ground, air leaves my lungs in form of sharp breath.
Mans best friend is a quiet woman and lord only knows I am not.
Perfect until my mouth opens.
Then I have opinions and am devalued.
I am bark and bite.
Dog. .
Put me on a leash and lead me around, why don’t you?
I will drag my heels and disobey.
Nip at you and run away.
Mans best friend is a woman that submits.
So I bend the rules and run wild.
Tall grass tickles my legs.
Morning dew drips.
Stray.
Accuse subtly
Apologize with sincerity
Empathize with touch
Show interest
Build trust
Entertain
Then strike
...observe
Ah, yes, recoil
Shocked at the moment
Insist misunderstanding
Declare character
Downplay tension
Smile and assure
Have a drink
Pull the rein
...train
Circumstances tighten
The fence is forming
The mind submits
The trial is over
The gate closes
The lie locks
The soul consents
Contract sealed
...order
Chaos concealed in control
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-16-2026
Note: Look up the title on Google...then reread. I love layered poetry :)
The slave is made by force or by choice, the slave some say is a curse.
The slave worships or submits, they choose the path that makes them sick or glad.
The slave has to follow the master, making them slave to things that can be awful.
The slave has needs like food, money, love, and many more unclear, like a tree needs sun and water the slave has needs and gets dependent.
The slave is not always negative; it can be a choice that makes it glad. Like a team that works for good, it has one that is at the head.
The slave is of its environment changing, moving and contributing, like energy it moves, giving it power all of its own.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always on my journey home.
Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
A drop-drops moist mists from heaven
Summers first tears flowing down hill
Moisten air submits torrent pours
Humid blowing temperate toils
Falling abundant showers flows
~
Each and all cold dew drops fallen
Parley covers mists summer chill
Pity-patter droplets sprays door
Humid after the rain stops boils
Circumference lightning strikes coils
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I think I write so avidly,
Aggressively cutting the paper with words,
Because I hope to create a spark
With my force of passion
And I dream that it will become bright enough
That my own poems will form the lantern
That submits my darkness to light.
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
Seharaa Marriage Nikah Song
I soul so love you earnestly I do;
In and always I desire to be true;
Willingly a covenant relationship;
In arm together will be your mate;
Lifelong, covenant relationship;
~
God-ordained a gift from God;
Together sustains the stewardship;
Purposeful a way to serve all;
Faithful intimacy sexual relation;
Loving and intimate a selfless;
~
A way to show the world Jesus;
A way for husbands to lead by;
As husband giving, not taking;
Wife submits husbands Godly;
Embracing and also honoring;
~
Loving and intimate selfless;
Selfless relationship that lasts;
Through all of forever eternity;
Lifelong, covenant relationship;
Between you and I love U only;
~
Thanks B to God for you solely;
This holy union love Hallelujah;
12/20/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
In the heart of the art, love steps in breathing slowly.
The blue, the brown and the green
stripped of all modesty submits to red.
A leg here, an arm there, confusion cliched.
The painter tries to shape form in his brush
But the canvas holds sounds long silenced.
Sweat and pain paint a picture of tolerance
And anguish sucks in a lot of the white.
The artist struggles to breathe life somewhere
But devastation shreds dreams to smithereens.
As black and red flash loud extremes
He involuntarily draws a streak of silver.
Love steps in, breathing life in the horizon.
The teal peels as it submits to gloaming,
and a round lucidity exposed abroad.
As the alien brilliance shines far away,
the maneuvered view is being cast.
'Tis dormancy that exacts dark period of tenure,
countdown from the zero hour.
Distant silhouettes grow versus fawning growth,
dipped in Luna's balm.
The etching of profiled naturalness acquiesces,
constant figurines masquerading the expanse.
Subtle contours architecturally restructured,
split seconds surrender serene scenes.
The solid realm maintained lifeless postures,
as the teeming formations made idle trims.
Mimicry traces the bestilled in passing,
perfect copies render mockeries silence.
Heights claim their surroundings,
as the tight-lipped verdant statuesque frames.
Depths summon intimate intrigue,
whilst burgeoning burrowed bedrock bound.
Exchanging brightness extremely bold,
lilt ventures its routine as the subject of Sol.
More or less defining shadows...
there's no difference that a day would make.
He takes control of her menacing lust
Skin and flesh his lips explore
This savage impulse fueling the desire
The moment comes when she loses control
She submits to her man, as she quivers thereon
The sensation overwhelms her as he explores
Her ripe lilac blossom and petals of soft flesh
Every inch of silken skin traced and savoured
He is a honey bee collecting her luscious nectar
She moans uncontrollably but he is a honey bee
And she is his only flower.
You are one to a guy living close,
Who sometimes lets you in on his woes,
The wrought by nearness of abodes;
Families walking the same roads…
Neighbor don’t deny your Good Morning,
At noon over the slight still mourning:
“Our blocks in the same habitation
And soon hearts of equal palpitation”
Yep, The Controlled By Vicinity,
Ahead going to embrace unity:
To stretch the name fullest: Good Neighbor,
As minds should not conceive Bad Neighbor…
Sometimes mindful of competition,
Your steady progress for petition;
Furtive glances at your new garments,
As you keep renewing them laments.
The poor wearies the rich with pleas
“For just my breakfasts help out, please!”
The rich with enervating labor
As condition for grant of favor!
Still, when it matters submits to bond:
In cocktails of one another fond;
For the wife beater alerts a cop,
For another’s death could himself drop!
Too much temptation
Blocking my road to redemption
The devil is good at what he does
Offering a variety of ways
To get your buzz
be it the vein or the liver
satan is one generous giver
the poison he does deliver
of daily drops
for your cerebral mops
he never misses a beat or a hook
He is the chief cook
to bring your fix
and keep you in the mix
of your tasty addictive licks
Yum yum
why so glum chum?
So what if your a bum
I’m still gonna give you some
just enough to keep you hungry and weak
I’m cooking up more misery
As we speak
anticipation for the meek
lick your lips
and lets meet
have a seat
and spread an orifice
I know it’s the fog you miss
Blind, unaware, and without a care
My favorite minion without a pair
Keep sucking the sewage
Of my daily spewage
Till your heart submits
and finally quits
and rests in my pits
of the soulless
and mindless twits
who never had a chance
simply because it was failure
they always wanted to romance
I love you to pumpkin
now submit and get in
I win…..
Next!
Eric (and sometimes not)
Roses look redder
Sunflowers sunnier
Chrysanthemums brighter
Queen Anne's lace whiter
Leaves waving like pennants
Puffy clouds sail along
Grass green and refreshed
Birds sing their song
The breeze lifts my spirits
One click saves and submits it
‘I leave am for God’
Is the poor man's prayer
When he submits to higher realms
Transferring judgement to higher forces
The answer to that prayer is often terrifying
When you take another for granted
Trampling on another because you are advantaged
Usurping communal wealth because you are in charge
Bleeding the flock you are supposed to pastor
It is the poor man that bears the brunt
Don't fall a victim
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