Let me ask you—
do you love me?
For I love you.
But that is not the question.
When things upset me
I cannot express it.
I sit back in anger
and then transgress.
The things you do,
you do repeatedly,
sometimes acting
as if I do not exist.
Leaving me behind,
my mind lost in a mist—
a mist of clouds
floating without direction.
The feeling of disinterest
is deeply noted,
the loneliness lingering
throughout the day.
Until it’s time for bed—
still nothing to say.
You have your friends,
and I have mine too,
but you and I both know
they should not come before you.
Yet I feel less important
when it comes to them,
leaving me confused
and frustrated again.
Everything you do
seems done on a whim.
You treat them like family,
but not the same with me.
Listen here, my guy—
I carry your last name.
Touch me, pinch me,
let me know I’m there.
Stop ignoring me,
tossing me aside
as if you do not care.
239.
Prayer when Backsliding
Oh Father God, I am backsliding
My spirit again I'm ruining
Please reform me once more
It's what I'm looking for
Oh Jesus Christ, I am backsliding
To sin I am returning
Please with Your blood wash me
Wash me with Your blood of mercy
Oh Holy Spirit, I am backsliding
Transgressions I am repeating
Please my body You possess
Until no more I transgress.
-01/04/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
shattered do you see?
by these wanton words, "worship is weakness"
believers bypass the beltway to bless
futile fallacy
fortified by its uniqueness
truth can transform the trails we transgress
the best shot
at recalling recanted guilt and grief
pivotal point for secrecy's shroud
speedy offramp
from that freeway called protest
to corridors which confirm the Christ
The torment is relieved!
No more the whip and scorn.
Perfection in reprieve
Of agonizing thorns.
No more shall man transgress,
With whip, or fist or thorns.
His head now fitly dressed:
Announced by sounding horns!
All glory to our Lord
Who for mankind prevailed.
He overcame death’s sword
And all that sin entailed.
Cast off Thy carnal crown
Composed of thorny stems!
Put on what jewels surround:
The Shepherd’s Diadem!
Behold His crown of gems!
Glorious the story!
The Shepherd’s Diadem:
But a sparkle of His glory.
If I have to poetry see and define
My words would shrink and stop to ink
My thoughts would be unable to align
And in confusion I would rather sink..
Visions in words would learn how to speak
Words marvellously moulded by a wordsmith
Far reaching charm a poet would constantly seek
Unique gems adeptly crafted by a goldsmith..
It’s the power to paint and portray
Compose a tune.. an ambient so rare
An art gallery, a rich tapestry to display
Masters of words of sublime flair..
Much more.. the magic of poetry
The soul of verse can one acquire?
Abc’s and rules.. suffice to pen poesy!
Who grants the gift of Muse and the grace to inspire?
On the mystery of poetry I still ponder
Poets and their feeding Muse hearts impress
Their path of no sand or end would wander
What is predictable willing to transgress..
Fill your glossaries beyond lands and seas
Empty the wealth of your mine into sieves
Precious pearls of rare beauty you receive
Stir souls while telling stories before you leave..
The heart is a language
of feelings, the mind a
language of wordy debate
let my heart transgress
always lead my poetic fate --
let the spaces between
suggest so little as mere that,
this, and such
but never clearly
too much –
through the
blessed fog of creation I will
bravely be led, the language
of poetry, a wild predator, always
in pursuit, dangerously un-fed
let my erratic emotion
cause composition commotion,
let me fearlessly scribe works
both soothing and those irritating
needing lotion
let poetry be my prayer as well
my devotion...so God please
delay my heaven-bound hearse
till I have penned, to take with me,
a sh't-load of pungent verse!
Spit out the clot of revenge
that kills your voice, that dries up world sympathy.
You have the right to resist -- to a limit.
Transgress and you're judged harshly by history.
Obey the law of conscience in your darkest hour
and survive the hurricane you instigated with your daring breakout from your
open prison, interlaced with illicit cruelty.
No Gazan voted you in power to set their homes on enemy fire! Where in Quran you find rationale for abducting women and children, for murdering whole families in cold blood?
The aura of 'Free Palestine' floats in another way with your self-inflicted wounds.
In that Judaean desert all alone
For forty days and nights Jesus did roam
He fasted on every day of the stay
Ignoring all temptation sent his way.
Though Satan tried in every way he could
His efforts failed, as Jesus knew they would
Though hungry in that hostile wilderness
No law of God would he ever transgress.
Jesus knew that to walk toward God's light
Taking the path that leads one to the right
Guarantees a place in Heaven above
Therein to live forever in God's love.
Thus Jesus ignored Satan's siren song
And taught us to distinguish right from wrong
Teaching us that faith is all humans need
To prepare ignoring sin, hate and greed.
For there's a room prepared for us to dwell
Safe from the devious devil’s dark hell
Faithful believers are led to that place
To embrace the splendour of Heaven’s grace.
Across realms, I will venture
I'll put my feet on nameless adventure
I'll bear the rough and bumpy ride
I'll dare the lash of storm and tide
Space and time, I will transgress
To show Selene my sweet caress
I'll walk on Saturn's swirling plains
I'll hike on moon's massive mountains
I'll sail my ship on unnamed seas
Across the borders of the galaxies
I'll cross the bound of heaven and hell
I'll charm sweet Venus with my spell
I'll breath the red hues of planet mars
I'll flap my wings across the stars
I'll trail through end of eternity
To be with her is my serenity
May 1, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored By: Edward Ibeh
Pandora, Oh Pandora, you're to blame
Man's avarice has doomed us, one and all
So blatantly we covet without shame
And turn our heads away, when beggars call.
In fact, it is a shared character flaw
For who among us here, desires less?
Do you feel like your portion is too small?
It's when we're wanting more, when we transgress.
Yet sharing the world's wealth would be a mess
For who decides, too much or not enough
and who decides a fast and fair process?
Those questions there alone, are more than tough
Who would not put their finger on the scale
While heads were turned 'cause someone hollereed, SALE.
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
If I offered to you a light for your darkness
The gift of which you did not perceive
Your very own prayer you now transgress
Your blessing you’re unable to receive
If I offered to you one of my warmest smiles
And you just turned and looked away
To engage instead the world so hostile
Your blessing rejected you chose the melee
If I offered to you an olive branch of friendship
And you thought to use it to beat me down
It is not I that will mourn our kinship
Your blessing now in rebound
If I offered to you a measure of comfort
In a world that’s grown so cold
And the same you willfully chose to distort
Your blessing you viewed as fool’s gold
If I offered to you a place of peace
And you moved within as a god of war,
Your troubles you have now increased
Your blessing now lost to you forevermore
If I offered to you my unconditional love
And you gave to it the cold shoulder
The same you will lose as you push and you shove
Your blessing not recognized by you the beholder
If I offered you any of these pieces of me
Earthly presence of God’s own Light
The value of which you did not see
You’ll mourn her blessing now in your hindsight
Sometimes, the night can be so dark
And even hope has no spark
But with the light of pristine glow
Hope for the world begins to grow
In dusk of dawn, hope lives again
To cast the light of its glorious grain
So those who prey on blood of the faultless
Will pay the price for their transgress
And by the power of the moonlight
He lived again to be a knight
Left fist of Konshu, he became
And the night revered his name
Plain man by day, werewolf by night
He saves the world with all his might
Against the shadow of the darkness
His glorious glow is full of brightness
Against the dark, he does not falter
So the evening can be brighter
For the glow of his valor
Blurs the darkness like a shining armor
Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3 Poetry Contest (2nd place)
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
To thee, O LORD, I
Lift up my soul O my God
trusting thee: let me
Be not be ashamed, let not mine
Enemies triumph on me
~
Yea, let none wait
on thee be ashamed: let them
Be ashamed which trans-
Transgress without cause show me
thy ways, O LORD; teach me paths.
9/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Psalm 25:1-4
5-7-5-7-7. Tanka
We often lose the urge for peace,
Through long shadows obscuring light.
Where differences that make us great,
Won't stand with weakness to unite.
This can only lead to divide and separate,
Where mankind sees more or less.
With blurred vision moving forward,
Yet further away to transgress.
The battle becomes politically widened,
Between distant peoples, left and right.
Where conflict is seen among the cultural
and spiritual, that often incites.
Can our moral compass look beyond,
The needs of God, but to all of man?
Respecting the beliefs of others, not
Just the greed of a privileged clan.
So far, the winds of war, seem to be the
Ultimate climate, towards any seeds of peace.
Though my belief resides with the individual . . .
To win the fight against wrong, and a new lease.
I'm left to wonder and question, if we all
Can tolerate and peacefully exist?
Or are we destined to avoid any paradise,
Looking back at opportunities that were missed?
Apply the brake on thoughts vicious
Fall not to thrust of lust
Heart shrivels by acts pernicious
Ego misdeeds unjust
Tender love God caress
Open hearts He does bless
Let’s not His laws transgress
Our joy at stake
Apply the brake
17-December-2021
Quietus
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