Murmurs of the dust and bricks of the house of your dad called
Dialogues on the mystic ways of the kingdom enthralled
Food for your psychic power, from cosmic secrets you drew
Winds of words of your wisdom, around the environs, blew.
The earth and the heavens were adorned with rainbow attire.
To spell out the soul of salvation, you were on fire.
Awe filled the deep souls of beings in each interaction.
Weren't you the saviour who salvaged humans from destruction?
Joseph knew this. Emmanuel had a mission assigned.
The wisdom you gained from the heavens, on earth, you applied.
Mary treasured your wizardly ways and meditated.
Seeds of a hope-filled dawn, in human hearts, vegetated.
Learning, teaching, labouring... realism, like rivers, flowed.
Each day of existence, with rays of godly graces, glowed.
Miles and miles of nothing, sparsely vegetated
with Joshua trees, desert wildflowers,
ocotillo cactus.
Not much to look at, but
plenty of it to see.
Upon this rusted hook, I've hung for years;
I can't recall when I last touched the ground.
The rust on me is creeping- oh, my fears-
I'll just be cast away and never found!
You see, right next to me- a newer one
so shinny-bright, with an unblemished blade,
is always used- their fave has now become!
They leave me here alone- feeling betrayed.
But then, one summer day, their Grandpa came!
He graciously pulled me from that old hook-
then patted me with love- to then proclaim,
“I need to borrow you, my friend”- and took
me to the garden, which was overgrown,
to manage it as we did long ago;
since then- neglected, wild, and left alone.
Together, we set memories aglow.
An old, worn shovel, with no purpose, hung;
A senior Grandpa, with old, rigid hands;
A vegetated garden- gone unsung!
Each, with the other- old age understands.
my little garden
planted seeds of vegetables
blessing them to grow
Planning them richly
The seeds that I gleaned blossoms
Flourishing parting
Sprouting green colors
Leafy green vegetables
planted I water
life beams sprouting Earth
Standing tall blossoming forth
vegetated girt
so seeded planted
The seeds that I gleaned blossoms
vegetable garden
6/28/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
NIGHT SCAR
Before thee have I bow
With a loyal heart in thy castle of love
Lower thy shoulder that I may lay behold
Curve in, thy palm around my waist
Teach thy subject how to plant emotions
In a desert where genuine vegetated love was lost
I beseech thee oh my goddess
Queen de mon mot (Queen of my world)
I thirst for thy presence day by day
That I may taste weariness no more
Thou art my reflection
For mirror-ly have I seen my love in thy pupil
Brightly, brightly as the moon increases
Such is thy love above the sky of mine heart
When I close my eyes in the nights
All I hear are silent voices from a far
Did whispers to my sleepy ear
Anonymous! anonymous!! anonymous!!! Queen
Thou art my muse.
©Gideon I Tukuna
HAPPY NEW YEAR
30/12/2021
~Fresh fruits the fuel vegetated falls freely flies fabulously far and furious~
8/28/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A chocolate stare;
A strawberry kiss;
A vegetated pair;
A hummus bliss;
We are produce;
Dessert of course
Fruit and fresh
Vegetated couple
Ah! Now what's for supper;
5/29/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The Sacred Fruit
Sweet, tis sweet your spirit soul;
Heated is the color of your eyes;
Round is the passions squared path;
Sour is the vegetated wrath;
Bound by the goodness;
Sweet is your goodness;
Pleasure is the goodness;
That aura that surrounds your soul and body
Yet in the garden you are the forbidden flower;
Sweet and tart you are,
You’re my sacred fruit,
The sacred fruit of my heart;
5/12/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Ms. Farmer O my Springtime Garden Love Cherie
Oh, darling Cherie,
Your lips are like smelly flowers and cheese on a summer day;
You're like the most strong doctor of love to ever walk Dove Lane;
Your yummy butterfly face;
Your olive oil soul,
Your sweet tasty lips,
A tangent choice of fruits in a bowl;
You’re the garnered doctor of love being...
Jasmines spices rosebuds aromatic;
My garden of vegetated love;
How could I look at another when our unique carrot love is so strong?
I love you Ms. Farmer I love you so;
My darling garden Cherie!
3/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Come Back 2 God
VBS 2003
A Right Seed Sown,
Not Time,
Changes A Child's Boundaries.
By: Tom Wright
6/26/03
How oft is sacrificed the life of a child,
by unreflective boundaries or a belief.
Ensconced daily with stagnant thoughts,
many, absent of God's word for relief.
They're unwitting hostages of grating words,
and boundaries, voiced by others in haste.
Their lives often relegated to playgrounds,
where fertile minds become as vegetated waste.
Until appears that one with genuine concern,
sharing the word through story and game.
Given alternatives, children can change,
by messaging their hearts of Jesus' name.
The fields are white already to harvest*
and laborers few who tend this fruitful sod.
As basketed fruit, gathered unto life eternal,
are yon who choose to "Come Back 2 God"
John 4 - 35 KJV
The Children
By: Tom Wright
5/31/03
How oft are the children sacrificed
for an unjust cause or belief.
From hunger, with swollen bellies,
they beg for morsels of relief.
Accounted as hostages to grating words
orated by another in haste.
While clay mores relegate playground
to the status of vegetated waste.
Viewing with fear a chartreuse sky
as munitions are expended.
Leaves scant likelihood of future days
being enhanced or extended.
Groping in darkness, amid tremors,
finds collateral damage from bombs dropped.
From this, the hunger will only abate,
for those lives that will have stopped.
There is no true victor in war,
likewise, let there be no vanquished in peace.
Cancer Was the Match,
That Set My Fields on Fire
Written: by Tom Wright
12/2/2014
The path in life that I formerly pursued,
Whether aptly marked or vegetated trail;
Found most days all too frequently skewed,
So I sought God’s face to help me prevail.
For the thing staring at me I had no answer,
Neither peace nor joy was within my heart.
I’d been diagnosed with Parotid Gland Cancer,
And the new direction chosen, had its start.
No longer was life seen on hold, but on restart,
I’d surrendered to Jesus, authority in my life.
God began cultivating in me His work of art,
He began by guiding a Doctor’s surgical knife.
Now I no longer travel some unlighted path,
But the one which God the Father approved.
With time mostly passed I’ll escape his wrath,
Lest from the Book of Life, my name’s, removed;
Rainbow lips smiling shaped my joy
I heard birds of paradise singing
as she spoke
When she was asking me
for directions,
my thoughts got lost in translation
Such virgin beauty was foreign to me,
a battle-scarred heart
vegetated marching
to the skin war of the sexes drumbeat
I drank the poison potion before,
and died emotionally
A tempting pain elixir
that pleasure seeped into the belly —
It turned my legs to jelly,
had my dinner desires microwaved telly
Got my brain screaming: Whoa, Nellie!
Now I’m wondering,
what in the curved V is wrong with me
This dual repeat
is happening with much stronger
aorta telltale intensity
Inward prisoner of hope
got iron cell released
And I don’t even know her name, yet ...
But a baby ask
is gonna feed my curiosity
High pitch fever ~ daydream revelry
Helium infatuated new love
has inflated my dual inward curved V
THE RUN
There can be no silence
in a dark vegetated jungle
when you run to evade;
unseen trees and brush
mark by sound your route.
The run is but a slow walk
pressing through dense cover;
their run can be no faster
they are just many more.
Each clearing you speed
maybe call for a red flare,
a red star to gauge position,
and maybe a couple more.
Set a target, call a volley,
interrupt Charles’ progress,
give more space to run;
space to cut a quick turn.
Run till they lose your trail,
go to ground and wait,
could be they will pass by;
then run again for daylight.
With luck you get the LZ first
before escape can be closed;
without luck you continue to run
until exhaustion then run no more.
You make your lonely stand
on unknown lonely ground,
the trees your only memorial,
you will vanish into the land,
and there find your eternal rest.
Indeed Columbus knew
Our planet isn’t flat
When in 1492
He found the missing half!
And beheld the land’s corn
And potatoes — unearthed
And green beans galore
That vegetated forth.
Wherein squashes of size
And tomatoes emerged
While the peppers surprise
Gave cuisine a surge.
At the same time, debuted,
Avocados, divine,
Sweet-potato root
And the pineapple find.
Moreover — vanilla,
And the strawberry gem
Plus chocolate, the thriller
— From the Americas, stem.
Plus peanuts in pods
Pecans and cashews . . .
Thus, let us thank G-d
For great recent foods!
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