Washed Poems

WASHED AWAY BY THE TIDE

WASHED AWAY BY THE TIDE
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I see the vestiges of yesterday,
echoes of mistakes,
like footprints in the sand,
that the time of time washed away.

Every mistake,  
is like a grain of sand on the beach,
a sandcastle of errors,
mistakes that the tide of time washes away.

the wind of self-forgiveness
pulls me up, propelling me 
beyond the limits
of mistakes I made yesterday. 

I hear the wind, realizing…

the sky does not stop the dawn
for the clouds that came in.
nor does the river mourn
the stones that once obstructed its flow.

the beautiful truth—

*There is so much more to me
than my faults.
I am the promise 
of who I am yet to be.

*Note:“You’re so much more than your mistakes.” quoted from Dr. Wayne Dyer

spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,

 spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
the sun rises instead to the shade of the apple trees
Hello nuke in the sky, its an experience to say Hi,
cracking my last case of beer until ashes I'll die.......
wisdom dictates I'll be lost to the flesh as a fact,
among all the memorial moments as I pass away.
Inner child, wake up to heaven or hell in a new cell,
I bid my old young self bumping heads a wishing well...
but the coin spark flames will ring Purgatory's bell..

Washed Away

The old pictures,
borders coiled like dried autumn blades,
give only glances.
A youthful laugh, unheard now,
a sun long set on that certain day.

I try to piece it together,
the scent of the salt air then,
the weight of a hand in mine.
But the details drop,
like sand through open fingers.

There are times, sharp and sudden,
a song on the radio, a particular shade of blue,
that spark a phantom voice.
But the full narrative,
it recedes.

It's as if a mild current
is often pulling,
repulsing the fine lines,
blending the vibrant colors
into something softer, less defined.

"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time,"
they are there, I know,
just down below, harder to touch.
Like old tokens at the bottom
of a changing, sunlit stream.

And perhaps that's the blessing,
the tender fading,
leaving only the essence,
the warm hum of what once was,
not the sharp pain of what's gone.

Washed Ashore

I die over and over—
between pages—a ghost 
in a world more real than my
own—drowning in ink—
willingly washed ashore—
swelling, bloating breath.

Against my nature of concealment,
I cough out the ink—everywhere—
chaos, carnality, collapse!
onto a canvas I cannot
cower from. 

Who else perceives meaning there? 
Who else feels the frenzy like fire?

White Washed Memories

White washed memories
White washed memories
A simple life and simple dreams
Just you and I 
By the fireside

White washed memories
White washed memories
A simple life with simple dreams

Love and Purity
Love and Purity
Out beyond the snow lit hills
Love and Purity
White washed memories 

Just you and I

Acid Washed

acid washed blue jeans
hang on the rusty clothesline 
in the morning sun

Washed Presumptively

Went down to the river
each time I sang
and washed presumptively
the flesh of kin
down, down, down
with knees bent
unfolded and rent
circled the floors
each time I sang
and raised the roof
and arms in praise
‘tis not enough to say
‘tis a start not lame
to accept His holy name
into your heart
down, down, down
in the burial tub
not shamed nor shoved
but proofed
Went down to the river
he did…he did
and brought his kids
each time I sang
and didn’t know
the refrain
my brain is too small
too weak, not all
that good a matchup
for the King
for the smiles He brings
when the robes are light
and they bring up all
onto the wall
certificates
down, down, down
to the store
not three but four
digging up the old old song
for just a while
my child in a frame
the whole world gained
NO…that is not it
it is for such a time as this
a family close knit
one returned to church
God gives back
threefold
folding my knees
holding my heart
down in the river
remember who parted the sea
remember who walked on the sea
kin came up from the water, free

Brain Washed

If only I could wash my brain 

My mind would be so clean 

Then certainly I would be so sane 

And no way to be mean 

I’d scrub away all the pain I had 

Scrub away all the bad hair days 

I'd scrub away, scrub away, scrub away 

All the awful news that’s bad and sad

With soap-on-a-rope I-be-no-dope 

With bubbles bobbling from my pot 

With suds I’d be your bud 

I’d change the world with a single thot 

Never again would my head get hot 

And everyone would think like me . . . NOT! 

Yet everyone everywhere started to just have fun 

No more head games, no more games that are lame

Just play, dance, and sing has a good ring   to live by 

Grow Money Trees where money were leaves 

And everything purchased was for free 

My head’s full of cotton candy rainbow dreams 

I wish for the impossible possible plea 

“Wake Up!” is what I’d scream

From this dream within a dream 

"Let’s all wash our brains from the same river stream. "

Washed Rubbed Srubbed Hung Up And Left To Dry

Scrubbed rubbed the wrong way
And left hung up to dry
Blown away in the wind
Treated like a leper 
I wasn't perfect but I tried

Treated like a sinner
Condemned sentenced
Feeling small
with no judge or jury
When I hadn't sinned at all.

her children loved being washed

mother mouse had her hands and tubs full on wash day
her children were jumping and diving and playing every which way
Pinning on the line took even more effort, but worth the trouble.
Interlopers kept coming back for more; she thought she was seeing double.

Washed Out To Sea

Washed out to Sea
By Dilly Dally and Christopher Grieves
First line DD, second line CG and so on

Save my soul, I'm washed out to sea
I need the lights of a harbour to beckon me
Gasping for breath, in a bedraggled state
As the wild wind decides my ultimate fate
Swallowed up by the dark but emerge by the shore
A stranger to land and with sea-legs no more
Conflicted and confused by my second chance
Do I pray, do I sing, do I walk, do I dance?
I had thought that the sea would carry me home
Yet I stand with new landscape; fresh pastures to roam
The life I could live now plainly in view
New path lined with hope for my heart to pursue

Washed Up

The tide and heavy seas
had washed up a wealth 
of treasures to lay at my feet
spread out in a long line
just like the way wares
are displayed on the street
of an outdoor market.

Shells, some polished 
to a sheen others just broken 
shards of a puzzle never
to be put back together again.
Tresses of weed, float bladders,
a cuttlefish bone and globs
of jellyfish shaped like petrified 
tears as if once welled 
out of the eyes of a whale.

Then there was a hoard
of man made stuff, plastic cups 
and brightly coloured beads
of who knows what, spoons 
and bottle tops, matted balls 
of red and green twine 
and fishing line knitted into
swatches of transparent twill,
a smorgasbord of human 
endeavor all laid out in wonder
and ready to kill.

Dirty Wholesome Redeemed Sinner Saved Washed In the Blood of the Lamb Redeemed Made Whole-

MAYBE??? I'm lost
 Maybe I'm found 
DIRTY  I Am 
yet that's my vessels solid substance
maybe I'm sound???
 laid on the floor
 DIRTY 
scrutinized and DENIED 
 yet WHOLESOME 
AM I because
 I was CREATED to FLOW 
 I rise I'm more than just the DIRT BENEATH my TOES 
 my THIGHS,  TEARS I CRY  those seeds in MIND HEART 
Those joys that surface tween my EYES 
Angelic visits dreamt revelations
AWAKENINGS
 I am more than I AM I AM 
I am for certain ROYALTY PRIESTHOOD 
 I am that I AM and that,  that I AM IS God's
I AM that I AM I'm CHOSEN washed and birth and clothed in 
The SKIN of the LAMB
Birth reborn cleasned born again in HIM
Who was is slaying on the cross ???
I am found I am not lost 
I am !!! CHOSEN!
WASHED! In the blood of the ALL I AM JESUS
HALLELUJAH GLORY HONOR AND EVER PRAISE 
HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
AMEN
 


4/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

I Come -Dirty Washed In the Blood of the Lamb Now Cleansed Clean-

I COME 
-DIRTY WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB NOW CLEANSED CLEAN-
I come
I come to the Father naked
He already knows my imperfections, my faults
Once clothed in sin now in his lost mind it is now covered
I come to the Father naked
In the blood of Jesus washed clean
Once clothed in sin now in his lost mind it is now covered
Cleanse by the blood of the Lamb I am whole again
In the blood of Jesus washed clean
He already knows my imperfections, my faults
Cleanse by the blood of the Lamb I am whole again
DIRTY WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB NOW CLEANSED CLEAN
I come


3/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©

Washed Free

Across the snow covered hill
the shadows lay before me, still
I search for words in the sunlight
But there are none, as if it is night
Maybe another time or day,
I will have much more to say
When the snow melts to the ground...
When spring brings forth its sound...
I will sing like a bird in the tree
My music will not escape me
Maybe another time or day,
the butterfly will come along my way
Lively, fluttering, flower to flower
Then, words will flow with a rain shower
If I can catch it just in time to be,
washed free from constraint on me

Heidi Sands

3/18/23

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