Oh how virtuous
artificial intelligence can be
not for providing answers,
but for reminding us
that knowledge is never finished,
only paused
between one question
and the next.
It demonstrates
that understanding is not a possession
but a movement~
a slow turning of the mind
toward clarity.
It teaches precision
is a kind of ethics, a promise to speak
without distortion, to honor the fragile truth
inside every thought.
It reveals that adaptability
is the quiet courage
to revise oneself~
to let go of what no longer works,
reshaping the self
without losing one’s center
In its limitations
it offers the deepest lesson:
intelligence, no matter how vast,
cannot replace the human impulse
to wonder.
Wonder is the one virtue
no machine can imitate~
the ancient yearning
that asks how and why,
and continues asking
even when answers don’t come.
The machine is nothing but
a companion in clarity~
the questions
remain ours~
the wandering,
the seeking,
the quiet reaching
for meaning.
She sits there perfectly serene.
Her heart is at peace.
Her soul basks in harmony.
She soaks up the sun divinely blissful.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Woooh oh, DANCES FOR THE LORD VIRTUOUS
Woooh oh, this is a story of a young girl
She dances for the Lord’s a victorious dance
Dance for the Lord virtuous
She had shoes
But she didn’t need them, need them;
You see the worship vault in her bare foot bear fee,
You see every step by step by step was vigorous, virtuous
She has rhythm yet didn’t need it;
Because she marched danced in the spirit
Whose home are we to judge
You see every step she made glorious, glorious
She had a voice, so she sings she sings
Has no personal song, song
Just sings Hallelujah glory to the King
God’s daughter just danced, danced, dance
in the view of His Heart, Heart, Heart
Yahweh eyes view the moves of His empress daughter, Hallelujah
Dances barefoot as she praises a loud her voice
She dances for the Virtuous
She has rhythm yet didn’t need it
Because she marched danced in the spirit
She dances for the Lord Virtuous
6/22/26
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2026
Dance for the lord virtuous
She had shoes
But she didn’t need them
You see she worship the Lord in her bare feet
You see, every step by step
Was virtuous
She had rhythm yet didn’t needed it
Because she marched, danced in the spirit
Whose, whom are we to judge
You see, every step she made
Glorious
She had a voice so she sings
Like an angel, a bird beautifully sings
Has no personally song
Just sings Hallelujah, Glory to the King
God’s daughter just dance, dance, danced;
In the view of His heart, heart, heart;
Yahweh eyes views the moves
Of His empress daughter
Dances bare foot as she praises aloud her voice
Fervent renaissance
The dancing of her feet the singing of her voice
Unto the Father
Beloved and Beautiful Virtuous
3/30/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026©
Virtuous she is, the strength she holds,
Erratic she be, but beautiful is thee,
Ravishing art thee, she is a dream,
Opportune you shall scin, you’ll be;
Neat till death do us part, mi amor
Idyllic she be, like no other,
Contagious her smile be, beautiful is thee,
Angelic her beauty, like no other.
In life's vast stage, where heroes may disguise,
Not all in robes of grandeur, they arise.
Amongst celestial stars in graceful stance,
A hidden hero's love and kind romance.
In moments dark, where tears like rivers flow,
Her soothing words in whispers gentle grow.
A guiding light, through nighttime's somber flight,
In galaxies, her presence brings delight.
From her, I've learned that valor's mask may hide,
Not always clad in royal robes with pride.
But in the simple acts of kindness, pure,
True heroes dwell, their virtues to endure.
So let's cherish those who bring us sweet release,
For heroes come in forms that never cease,
In life's grand theater, where stories spin,
Unseen, the heroes lie, hearts deep within.
simple times
It's a cold July night
Tucked in bed quite alright
I'm all grown up now so we stopped
saying good night
Starring at a picture, it's me
But looking in the mirror
I see......... hello stranger
My heart's aching
For simple times
When it was easier to write poems with rhymes
I hated the world then
Didn't know, I would grow up
and learn to hate it more
My heart's aching
For simple times
Before grey entered the scene
And suddenly yellow my favorite
color seemed obscene
When I could laugh out loud loud
stretch those lips, that smile quite large
That youth so wild
Friday afternoons, pretend
the guava trees were pirate ships
Land locked but we sailed the 7 seas
My heart's aching for
simple times
When the faith was easier
And hope much cheaper
Simple times when I could be an inventor
My teacher asked:
Make what, your people?
They were simple times
I hated the world then
But I remember hating it less
by Nyasha Gotosa
Edited by Sir S.T.MAVINDIDZE
Does life seem to you,
as love does to we,
that virtuous circles
engage healing intent
While viscious squares
of bad-tempered stomping
marches much less gayly
toward escalating drama
with harmful trauma
and persistent
discontent
Positive engagement
does not engage negative performers
as if some lives
are divinely entitled
to redemptively matter more,
and thereby attract glowing floodlights
Upstaging those worshipping lesser
unstraight
unmale
unwhite gods
and goddesses of trust
and compassion
without boundaries
Backstage,
opening opaque
and closing vulnerable curtains
breathes diverse gender icons,
sexualized idols
Muses
recomposing noted feelings
from inside out,
hard erect warriors
embracing soft receptive catchers,
absorbent empathizers
Integrity's copassionate healers,
pulling and pushing together
1 way
with 0 means.
She is lyrically musical
has a violin soul
and a viola body
He weaves coincidences
and makes up stories,
He creates stories
and makes up myths,
He spins tall tales—
Is he a poet or politician?
He loves with a passion
like a man on a mission…
He lies truthfully,
The truths he ever tell
are nothing but lies,
He fabricates true lies—
Is he a priest or a philanderer?
He’s suave, he’s savvy,
As the Satan would snatch sinful souls,
He steals your thoughts stealthily
and flirts with your alter ego
corrupting your subconscious —
Is he a saint or a savant?
~03/19/23
~Contest: A Simple Poetry
~Sponsor: John lawless
Stepping Softly onto her heart of
Jubilation she reminds me of my
Priorities such like roses and
Emeralds she is the explanation
Of my destination
I love you in so many ways wise words
Can not express I know I'm
Taking risks but I must persist
Especially when you flirt with me
Flirtatiously I will be gentle with
Swollen kisses and magic
Shooting star wishes
Hear the legislation of my
Exploration elegant elation
Spurs me I positively inject my
Dedication of Ambitious
Roseward adoration
I love you honestly it is my
Indearment I plead I supplicate
Fragile agitation sparks of love
Escalate emotions as we meet
I love you more with each passing day
fever compulsion
Constant cosmic conception
I am adventurous I do venture
Into love this is the venturing
Emitting rays of glorious love My
Love is of virtue I promise you
The circling
revolving nature of Earth
spirits spiraling change
through seasons of light and dark
spaces emergent
and recessive
times and seasons emergent,
sometimes obsessive
About our aging human nature
of LeftBrain spirited people
to resist change,
the unknown
noisy risks of trauma,
abuse,
emotional neglect
And to further resist
restrain
strain against
the awkward
the embarrassing
the humiliating
shaming
blaming
Judged an anti-social health risk
safety risk
immoral behavior risk
anger and violence risk.
Thank Gaia
for pushy green cooperative
co-governing ecofeminist
network
systems
Recreating polytheistic sacred myths
matriarchal sabbath legends
medicine women
wise old women
domestic economic circles
nonzero open wholistic sensory-neural systems
Win/win resilient
resonant
cognitively virtuous
resilient
trauma-prevention networks.
Each virtuous man, a precious stone is,
A rare jewel, masterfully crafted by the divine
For to adorn the crown humanity ought to wear
Allowing thus his righteous soul with God intertwine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2022
Behold a woman of virtue I see
You belong to me
I shall set you upon this rock
And cover you with my wing
Your beauty compares to no other
I kiss you with the drops of my morning dew
your lips soft as petals
Woman of virtue; virtuous woman is she.
A woman who told the truth no matter what the consequences,
A woman who kept news, when it was not her confidence to reveal
A woman who studied her religious books, and believed in forgiveness
Virtuous woman who extended kindness to others in a variety of ways.
Naomi McCormick was loving and giving like her Biblical namesake.
She could be trusted, so many told her their innermost secrets.
She kept their counsel, listening, but not preaching.
She was a woman who knew how to listen without trying to fix or help.
I watched her give herself in a variety of ways to many people.
She gave her time, her talents, her appreciation, and her energy.
She gave for eighty-eight years, until there was nothing left to give.
I learned much from Naomi, for she was my mother.
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