Autumn my desire, you glean,
cool bracing air, vibrant color scene.
A ghost still lingering in my head, a shadow of what once was
Echoes of your voice, did I hear amongst them a mournful sob
I walk on, I walk on, I walk on
There is no point in looking back; I can’t change what can’t be
My heart is broken, but at least this broken heart remains free
I walk on, I walk on, I walk on
Down by the river side, my bare feet leaving prints in the clay
Remembering your love from a better time, and a better day
I walk on, I walk on, I walk on
A storm rising, rain wiping away my foot prints, they are gone
With it the hearts on the dry ground that you had once drawn
I walk on, I walk on, I walk on
Swollen waters rise, taking my hurt of you further down river
Of love that just for me that you would or never could deliver
I walk on, I walk on, I walk on
I walk on, I walk on, I walk on . . .
Dance female dance
Let the world know you dance
In dreams you dance
Awake you dance
Though in-between there's no space to dance
Sing female sing
Let the world know you sing
In sickness in health
In war and peace
Except in hunger you sing
Run female run
Let the world know you run
The track is long
The time is short
Only relay you're fit to stop
Walk female walk
Let the world know you walk
You're tired and slow
No hope for tomorrow
But walk female walk on
The most peaceful time of day is just before sunrise when you are alone and have the whole world to yourself.
Quote by poet.
At dawn I went for a stroll along the lonely beach,
waves were lapping gently on the pebbly shoreline.
Then there it was before me a golden orb; sunrise.
Walk on by
The park
Walk on by
The house of God
Walk on by
The bookstore
Walk on by
The road to success
Walk on by
The road to freedom
Because it is available
To anyone that wants it
I was not born to the moors; my roots are planted
by wild running seas,
even so, a rolling heath is a green tide heaped
into wind-sculptured waves,
low breakers that may tug you deeper,
or crash upon any too certain a mind.
March is a good time
to be a thin branch in a treeless landscape.
You can catch hold of a wind-serpent
in your upheld hands,
a sea-creature born to be the innards of the sky.
When a high rain surfs mountainous air,
you can be pitched pell-mell onto thrashing shores
shorn of any footholds.
I was not begot to be native to these moors
yet they deliver me into that wild ocean
counterpoised between land and sky,
and there, you may also wave-walk
or be born again.
Slodes new poem : Walk on the Wise side
The talking clouds,the talking clowns
Feeling like they just do whatever
Calling out everything but mystery
But using it to squander a life a time forgotten
The talking clouds,talking like clowns
I just don't know where the infinite flame has gone
All of mankind looks the same, no one accepts the blame
When you find there is not enough time
Water and Fire always one of them wins
Who can say what a wasted life to what end someone enjoys no pain
Beauty re imagined in the moonbeam of your smile
Its the journey, the people that can feel the ground
Its the dancing clowns that scare people
Nobody walks too long on Pennywise Lane
The cadence screams of the Killer clown
We live it so life doesn't become so extreme
Pennywise
Walk On Water
Salvation is conditional
based on the caveat of confession
in truth, with remorse and conviction
in acknowledging sins committed
and expressing from the heart and mouth
that Jesus Christ is Lord and Savior;
(submission is mandatory)
so ask yourself, “Do I believe,
can I walk on water?”
***
Reference:
Matthew 14:22-33 (NIV): Jesus Walks on Water.
Look away world
for I belong to all the nameless faces;
we live now in the background
of long faded paintings.
Look away you blatant sun
I travel now behind a shadow throng
of the distant disconnected
for we have chosen
to be both apart and together.
Look away you Spanish ladies
the angels have my eyes now,
they delight in being hidden
within thin garments of
sensual disguise.
For my eyes have seen the glory
of the dying;
they have joined me
for yet awhile,
they look away from any endings,
for they have beheld the beyond
they have sighted the new ones coming;
clear of eye,
bold and blithe are these spirits
they walk upon the waters
of that last river,
and cross not.
A Walk on Shallow Waters
David J Walker
We are wrapped in paper and twine
A perfect package on the outside
Left on the stoop of an irony
Gathered together we are
with candles and cake
We are a year older and celebrate
With feelings that need not be explained
We are one
We are two
We are three and more
And 65
just as well
we could be one thousand
We came not knowing the language
And fumbled with the implications of
important customs that
mentors took great pains and
extended time to explain
We learn not to laugh at the
Paradox of platitudes invented for
special occasions
We hear each sound
cued in hues
of confused colors
We see each virtue as it's on vice
We celebrate the celebrities of
Our own making
We walk on shallow waters
Unaided
we heard in latest news
priest wore walk on water shoes
now can go on cruise
priest gave his sermon
prepared and said in german
we did determine
thank God have to do
sermon was over and through
picture of us He drew
God had premonition
when with much apprehension
must maintain retention
did die by the score
why would there ever be war
which we do deplore
must accentuate
God given abilities
to others offer
Satan got your tongue praise on, praise on
Satan got you down walk on, walk on
O
And when you’re overcome just laugh on, laugh on
Because the devil he’s he is
Already defeated
And you will no longer be mistreat
Praise on, praise on walk on, walk on hallelujah
O
And when you’re overcome it’s just for the moment
Stand be fierce be strong
Jesus got your burden
Jesus got your back
Breath just relax
Praise on, praise on walk on, walk on hallelujah
12/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
~Fragile and fatigued I walk worn and weak I stall yet I walk on~
9/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
You walk light on mist in blue hill,
winds waft to carry you along,
whispering in ear a sound shrill,
in the heart it becomes a song.
Whistling the sweet song in the wind,
you walk light on mist in blue hill.
The song suffuses the trees, leaves find
how music in them winds instill.
The song echoes in the valley still,
sound of rippling silence persists.
You walk light on mist in blue hill
with music in air you haven’t missed.
Beguiled loneliness in mind strays,
your rapt senses rapture distills.
With soul lighted by new sun rays,
you walk light on mist in blue hill.
August 14, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (22)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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