The moisture from this
Morning’s dew
Supplemented natures
Humidity and hue
Plants as if living
And growing so big
Overtook the yard
Prompting me to dig
Holes of future
Bulbs and seeds
Eradicating the overgrown
Senseless weeds
Of ivy and oak
And all the rest
Mother Nature doesn’t
Always know what’s best
Categories:
supplemented, may,
Form: Free verse
God says supplement your faith
Receive believe now always relate
And in view of all this make
Every effort not to ignore this
God's provision of love
God's unconditional mercies
God's grace is always
Pouring down on us
And it's significant for us to trust
Supplement your faith always
Pray
Stay
Behave as best you can not to ignore
This God's provision of love God's unconditional
Mercies God's grace
Is always pouring down on us
And it is sufficient for us to trust n
Stay behave as best you can
And if you falter
Get back to the altar
stay there for repentance renewness and Grace
In this provision of moral excellence
In views of this make every effort to respond quick
Make every effort afforded to respond to this
To God's promises God's promises his grace
Supplement your faith your faith
And be generous with moral promise
Not to ignore this God's provision
Of love God's unconditional mercies
God's grace is always pouring down on us and it's sufficient for us
to trust supplementary Faith always pray~
12/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
supplemented, analogy, appreciation, devotion, god,
Form: Free verse
Fathers of that era
did not hug or touch or
intimate their love.
He was the same
Did he love us, we his
kin, his blood-seed. He
did not say, yet I
believe he did.
He was a provider, for
sure. A taste for beer,
never dissolute and
he smoked as most
working folk, did then.
An adept gardener, his
vegetables supplemented
our meagre rationed diet.
Did he care, he never
said, I’m sure he did.
What made him tick,
deep down, I mean
where only introspectives,
types like me will
sometimes dig.
It is easy, so easy
to theorise. His
generation, strong
and silent, did not
discuss such things,
especially with his son,
such things were never
done. Maybe..perhaps
with Mum. Feelings
were not shared but
held back, within.
A reservoir of emotions
controlled, withheld
until death shatters
the dam.
Is that why I cried
so, the day he died
and still I wonder..
did I cry for me,
or was it for him
Categories:
supplemented, father,
Form: Bio
Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession
Categories:
supplemented, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh
The best part of me
is in someone else
A heart that mirrors my heart,
a soul that reflects my soul
The purest part of me,
a complete stranger already intimately knows
Searching for that missing
bone of my bone
Looking for that supplemented
flesh of my flesh
The most loving part of me
is out there,
somewhere, in somebody else —
Totally invigorating their spiritual health
That’s why I can’t stop looking for
that missing part of myself that’s in someone else
Ever since the day of my rite of passage birth,
I’ve been searching for that elusive soulmate
Looking everywhere: in air, over water, on earth ...
for the most precious part of me
that is beyond any price of worth
A heart which mirrors my feelings,
a soul which reflects my thoughts
That best part of myself, I’ve always sought
If this missing part of me is in you,
our search for love will cross paths one day
You will find the best part of you dwelling in me too —
Then on that sacred day,
with joyous laughter so celebratory:
Bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh ...
We will truly be one complete body
Categories:
supplemented, life, love, missing, perspective,
Form: Romanticism
An angel
Her angelic aura came as a prize
affectionate heart kindled my soul
succored a subtle mind mellow wise;
She would often set a noble goal
for us to consummate and truly rise
Affectionate heart kindled my soul;
Aurora emerged into a bright sunrise,
Mured deep, candid traits of humanity
For us to consummate and truly rise;
Forbearance supplemented the fragility
In selfless sentiment, we were nurtured
Muted deep, candid traits of humanity;
Valiance in her core firmly structured,
Credence and perseverance twined,
In selfless sentiment, we were nurtured;
God sent me mother as I whined,
Her angelic aura came as a prize
Credence and perseverance twined,
Succored a subtle mind mellow wise.
Written December 27th, 2016
For contest by Debbie
Old poem entered into contest "terzanelle time"
by Joseph May
Categories:
supplemented, angel,
Form: Terzanelle
Fathers of that era
did not hug or touch or
intimate their love.
He was the same
Did he love us, we his
kin, his blood-seed. He
did not say, yet I
believe he did.
He was a provider, for
sure. A taste for beer,
never dissolute and
he smoked as most
working folk, did then.
An adept gardener, his
vegetables supplemented
our meagre rationed diet.
Did he care, he never
said, I’m sure he did.
What made him tick,
deep down, I mean
where only introspectives,
types like me will
sometimes dig.
It is easy, so easy
to theorise. His
generation, strong
and silent, did not
discuss such things,
especially with his son,
such things were never
done. Maybe..perhaps
with Mum. Feelings
were not shared but
held back, within.
A reservoir of emotions
controlled, withheld
until death shatters
the dam.
Is that why I cried
so, the day he died
and still I wonder..
did I cry for me,
or was it for him
Categories:
supplemented, introspection, life,
Form: Bio