Angels of God, thank you for all your work, for making all of our moments turn to light.
Angels of God, lighting our life, giving us help in times of need.
Angels of God, shining bright, loving and caring, giving us support when we are in the dark.
Angels of God, you are appreciated today and always, you are in thoughts.
Angels of God, lead and guide us in all of our steps, make our days bright on our path to our true life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Heaven opened and looked down, making a view of all of the below, taking in the beauty of all of the earth.
Heaven was filled with all of our missed ones, the ones that were of God, and taught us all of God’s plans for our life.
Heaven is our home and it is near yet far away, we have it in our heart and in our mind, we dream and believe in all of God’s plan.
Heaven is so beautiful, we walk toward it every day, with all of our good works making the path, we pay our way with all of our works.
Heaven is the place that will fulfill us of our needs, it will make us sing happily.
Heaven is the place God made for us, he placed it in us, we can feel heaven so close, yet we cannot see it.
Never be afraid of death, death is birth of our true life, as we walk through this life, pray and love are our true mission in this life.
Heaven is our resting place, a place we will find lots of love and bliss.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Ahh, So True Life Is A Vicious Game
Where dawning meadows truly dance anew
A pretty princess once cried out my name
Twas a hot summer so bright and fancy
I was foolish lad but playing a game
So romance died and I lost my Nancy.
Morn and I decided to give her a call
Sure you know to do the ghastly ole deed
The crow gave call and done was the deal
I never saw her face nor her salty tears
Ahh, so true life is a vicious game
And oft it hurts looking back through the years
Hurts like holy hell now, man tis so real.
I was foolish lad but playing a game.
Ahh, so true life is a vicious game
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
NOTE.
Remembering my youth oft brings memories that cause me deep regrets from decision I made in my wild youth. Scars that cause me pains today. But one must bear the pain of past decisions. Life is how you live it.
give me the colors
I will paint you
give me the eyes
I will see your heart
give me the canvas
We will be together
give me the love
We will live together
and our togetherness will give true life to the love
©Mahtab Bangalee
Oh Harriet,
a treasured heart lost to time.
Such promise,
heralded for gifted child.
Tender age,
loves pull guided her astray.
No blame,
for who does not crave happiness.
Joyous moment,
glanced upon and short lived.
Her heart,
abandoned and broken.
Hope lost,
as lover moves on.
Solace desired,
but only lustful arms found.
With child,
in hiding she remains.
Sadness burdens,
with heart and mind overwhelmed.
Words dispatched,
her last affection declared.
Lonely morning,
she walks to the serpentine.
Tearful eyes,
she throws herself to the bitter waters.
Her story concluded,
with love and loss,
societies glaring eyes,
a treasured heart lost to time.
They think that they know something about my life , not in the same hood and not in the same flight. Maybe the same class but not the same grade ,maybe the same church just not the same doctrine and that, My friend! Distinguished eagles from chickens. I have always rode solo like an egg thrown in an ostrich's nest.
I am a self made individual. Through heuristics and meliorism , everything l know now , l learn by myself and it's the best type of education.
Oh how stupid am l to be the one who knows it all, thinking l am without flaws?
That time thinking no one knows yet you let the door open.
The stash you think only the walls know , well granny knows about it too.
Sleeping naked thinking the moon is not staring, well cover up!
Hands shaking claiming to be nervous , well they were not born yesterday!
Every activity done in darkness shall be revealed in the lightest of seasons.
Don't ever think you are clever ,only he who created me knows better.
Filling lines I go from chair
to chair, does this work -
who knows but the reader.
Flows of words relay short
memories, where are the
long ones - gone forever.
He always said this was
a true life adventure -
made me remember the pain.
Comics, cartoons, friends,
stories, none were true
life, it was someone else's.
Filling holes left by guilt,
pain and heartache, words
pile up - creating new memories.
All the world lovers of good, gold and gains give me less substance I'll take more spirit
11/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
"From rags to riches "
From rages to riches.
I used to be Lazarus, they threw bread crumbs at me like a church mouse, l had no choice but to take what l could....
As l begged for pennies, some would laugh at me, spit at me and ridicule me. Getting satisfaction at the pain and suffering of a struggling soul, but he never lost hope....
One day! Tables turned.
Winds stopped howling.
Dogs stopped barking.
Thy prayers had been answered!
The days of being a begger and punching bag were no more....
Treasures came thy way,
It was time to glow,
Sorrows all forgotten like the nightmare before the dawn of Christmas..
From rags to riches.
The rich gets richer
As the poor seem poorer
Most people seem to imagine
Reinventing ones self
As an empty envelope
Nautical dreams filled with empty water
Bottles covered in air
Ingredients tangent
Open sophistry
Pigs growing unusually
Dogs catching people
People chasing dogs
While dissociated cats eat frogs
Reinventing ones self
Open sophistry
True Life
11/2/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
I gotta life.
You gotta life.
He's gotta life.
She's gotta life.
I say I'm saved.
You say your saved.
He says he's saved.
She says she's saved.
My life is paradise.
I say my life sucks.
Your life is pretty good.
You say your life sucks.
His life is hard
He says his life could be better
Her life sucks.
She says glade to be alive.
Jesus had a life
Jesus was saved
Jesus was crucified
I died
I went to hell
You died
You went to hell
He died
He went to hell
She died
She went to heaven
I wasn't saved
Devil owns me now
You weren't saved
Devil owns you
He wasn't saved
Devil owns him now
She was saved
She's in the kingdom now
Why people
Save your soul
B4 it's too late.
Life
Is what we make it
When we change it, it’ll always remain
Death
When it comes, we shall not fear
For we have eternity
Home is where we are
Where we live
Where we pray
The Homeless are those who are lost
They have yet to be found
They have yet to believe
Love those we care for
Those who care for us
Unconditionally
Those who don’t love are filled with emptiness
They are hollow shells
Of what we are
Courage
Is to know what to do
To follow God even at great cost
Those without courage
Don’t know where to turn
They don’t know how to ask for forgiveness
Faith
Is to believe what you cannot see
Because you know the truth
Those without faith
Find it hard to believe
They are told many things but lack a true path
Wisdom
Is to know that you lack knowledge
Compared to God we know nothing
Those without wisdom
Think they know it all
They don’t know that only God knows everything
Peace is what we feel
When we are loved
By our God
Those without peace
Find it impossible to relax
They can’t calm down and be free
About half way through this next poem I had a slight break with reality and decided to go straight for the humor! Hope you enjoy it.
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When she was a child of dreams
She knew for certain stars could fly
And high above the billowed clouds
Is where she knew the angels lie
When she was a child of light
She saw the world in different views
In colors filled with golden dawns
And everything she saw was new
When she was a child of life
She put behind her childhood dreams
After that
Everything went to hell
She lost her job
Got shot
Was arrested for public lewdness
And ended up in debtors prison
Spent 16 months on skid row
Found religion
And three years later elected president
When in my time of dying I will not shed a single tear-
Because I will face my death without any doubt or fear.
Instead I will praise God with my final breath-
Because I know that true life begins after death.
A girl I had seen
Beautiful as rose
Shining as sun
Glancing at me
With eyes big brown
Into the dreams
She came once
Days passed and
Married I was
With a girl beautiful
As in my dreams
Face was forgotten
But beauty was eternal
And my wife was equal
So I wonder if
She was the same!
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
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