jack-o-lantern scooped out his own seeds
then carved out his face with a knife from Leeds
he looked amazing with his notorious face lift
being self-sufficient and handy is a wonderful gift
Before there’s an auction,
I visit the site
To check out the artwork
For my own delight.
I don’t plan on bidding,
With prices so high,
But look to see what,
In my dreams, I might buy.
Today, saw a sculpture
By someone whose art
Is familiar and always
Brings joy to my heart.
He’s Tom Otterness – please
Google him for a peek
At the various people
He sculpts – so unique!
For a mere $20,000
The bidding will start.
Well-worth it, for anyone
Savvy ‘bout art.
Yet I’ll be content with
The chance that I got
To get close enough so that
I got a great shot.
The photo’s sufficient,
Right there in my phone; it
Provides the same smile
As if I did own it.
Self-sufficient light
Never dark, never subdued
Tested than ever.
Mr More Than Sufficient
A small glass of
lacking moral standards or
principles for
Mr More Than Sufficient will
make his
day.
God give us gifts
For us to be
Self-sufficient.
On this wait not for Prophet Joel
Nor for Augury rated Jewel:
Offensive language Sufficient Fuel
For what ignites Murderous Duel…
One I’d watched sparked off by Noel
To his shame like unpleasant gruel;
Keep words picturing like served gruel
For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel:
“I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel”
“As much I you: the Devils Noel.”
Soon, the two on secrets start to dwell
And the pent-up anger starts to swell,
Ripe and waiting hard punches and kicks,
Noel involving stones, Emmanuel sticks.
Met have I An Incorrigible,
Who thinks himself The Eligible
For manning of a dirigible:
For all valued posts The Preferable
And The Toughest of The Capable...
To his admirers infallible
But to cheap impulse susceptible
And to pettiness vulnerable...
Yet, has he been quite acceptable,
His best doing to be fashionable
Always after the presentable
His self - image not winnable.
Still, it's been a voice inaudible
Speeches soon unintelligible
From ideas incomprehensible
Only a bit understandable;
In many ways, then, The Sufficient
And in as many The Deficient.
I am surrounded by God's grace
Sufficient for me in weakness,
By His strength my soul's empowered
Though myriad trials I face,
Resting under His wings, I rise
Like eagles soaring above space,
Waiting on Him for nourishment
I run my designated race,
When I trust Him with all meekness
My soul's empowered by His strength
And life's challenges I embrace.
05.03.2021
8 syllables per line
For Emile Pinet's "A new Abracadabra poem" contest
Ever since Adam sinned at the fall
sin has entered every human alive
bringing spiritual death upon us all
lost forever no matter how we strive
God has worked out a perfect plan
sending His own dear son to rescue man
this would take Him to Calvary's cross
shedding His blood for His own clan
But man hates to accept God's truth
for the gospel declares God's great love
showing how great He loves sinners
will man believe God is enough?
God's call to sinners to repent
sounds forth to every listening ear
that Jesus is the only sure way
to receive forgiveness that's so dear
God's sufficient provision for all sinners
His call is still open to the day
salvation is found only in Jesus Christ
eternal life is the prize for all who obey
("I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.”)
Luke 5: 32 (esv)
Father oh Father
Son oh Son
Holy, Holy Spirit, Holy Ghost
All N one
You're the one
Jesus
Christ with us
Jesus
Elohim God creator
El Shaddai
God the all sufficient one
El Shaddai
O' El Shaddai
My Lord, my God you are
My, my, my, my, my mine all sufficient one...
11/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 3020
She has strength hidden behind the sweet . . . She has a will of a
warrior concealed inside her compassionate heart. She guided others
to see the light, but she herself, saved her self from drowning.
And while she was the sun for many, she was her own moon;
her face reflecting the light of her burning bright soul. She
brightened up her dark nights with all her iridescent glow, when not
a single star would light a candle for her.
She was her own moon; reflecting the sun-like soul within herself.
Once an object of wrath
And deserving hell's fire
But Jesus took my bath'
Conflagration of God's ire
So an enemy no more;
I'm brought into God's fold
Carried through His door
And out of night's cold
He calls me His child
His heir and His bride
Though once an orphan wild
Now seated at Christ's side
And soon He'll return
When salvation's complete
When no longer I'll yearn
For His own face I'll meet!
Nurture Self Sufficient Culture
Had always wanted to try and nurture,
What became some self-sufficient culture,
God had made;
Will not fade;
We can endure and save our souls for sure.
Jim Horn
i have saving grace
givin to me by our God
His grace sufficient
8/01/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
There’s a yearning within me
to flee to my place of peace.
I want to sit in solitude
on the side of a hill and
drink in nature’s performance.
Sitting there I would taste
the sweet breath of the mountains.
I would hear the wind
caressing the pine trees and
roughening the grass:
I would watch the untamed beasts,
from ants to coyotes,
going diligently
about their business of living;
I would be still
and feel the sun enveloping me
in warmth and light; and
my eyes would be drawn
to the intense blueness of the sky.
My mind would then begin
to experience the relief that comes
when thought is abandoned
and it is sufficient to exist.
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