Clarke now washes his trousers and shirts
And wants wife to be washing her skirts.
Not a rule launderers quit the dirt
Release of cash to soap men could hurt...
Washing one's pants touches not one's worth,
A decreed king it won't change nor birth,
Cleaning foul singlet not without mirth,
At one's kingdom one shall, at last, berth...
The truth in what you have heard a dearth,
Like the ones in tales told by a hearth;
It's deserved if into two I burst
And of my sad fate men note the worst.
Peace like a river,
washes over my soul
My gaze is to heaven
For Christ paid my toll
The valley was deep
He bridged the divide
Dries tears that I weep
Drew me to His side
Oh Father, Your mercies
Are pure and so sweet
For You take our broken,
To make us complete
It's not a crack to the skull
But the yolk is prepared in a bowl
It is diluted with water
It's not a pint over the head
But the beer from a bottle
It is diluted with water
It's not fish n chips on the scalp
But the vinegar from a cruet
It is diluted with water
These are all genuine ways to
Hose down that shock of and
That riotous abundance of
Curtain-like congestion
Rainbow
Long
Drawn
Out
I love you
K-iller
E-pidemic
S-ilently
A-pplies
V-icious
V-irus
E-mploying
N-otorious
K-ind
A-nd
T-errible
E-eriness
A-s
S-anitation
W-ashes
A-way
R-abidity
A-nd
N-astiness
Topic: Birthday of Poet Kesav Venkat Easwaran (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I know it was the blood of Jesus,
that washes me whole;
I am a dirty drench sinner;
from the muck and miry;
O' and I've pleaded the blood;
Of my Savior who saved me;
I am a dirty drench sinner;
from the muck and miry;
I know it was the blood of Jesus,
that washes me whole;
It left His body red;
Though He was pronounced dead;
His Glory rose upon His head;
Contenance pure;
Holy as the white cured driven snow;
I was a dirty drench sinner;
from the muck and miry;
Now I'm watery and flowery;
O' and I've pleaded the blood;
Of my Savior who saved me;
I know it was the blood of Jesus,
that washes me whole;
I feel His presents in my soul;
6/7/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
PASSION DUCKS Feed and Washes on THE FROZEN LAKE - A Haiku - A Haiku
frigid wintertime
wallows a passionate duck
at the frozen lake
1/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
See them Iscariot eyes silver surfing,
filthy lucre foam
is left in their wake
You best be watching them,
when they’re evil eyeballing you
Dirty money laundry days a-rising,
grifter ink gloam ...
palms on the last take
Grimy worst, the dullest dim,
are midnight indigo shady blue
What washes this way
is soiled paper, scumbag nasty
What lurks in the waves
is avarice sawdust jaw snappy
Look at them Judas nose bark creepers,
sniffing for bones ...
make no shore mistake
They sho’ gon martyr discount
sell you out, with pirate plank parroting ease
Dross money laundry days has darker
hue, cerulean tones ...
abyss cry for greed sake
Flotsam feet peddling amount —
for a few silver coins, they will betray please
What washes this way
can’t blood guilty ever be washed Pilate clean
What sink in the waves,
be the anchor of souls bottomless pit dropping
mind
the port
anchorage
many love boats
discharge hard drinking
drunkard for traveler
many times who came in heart
but no time I caged the unknown
in me still, I wash heart by the love
- Friday, July 5, 2019 Chattogram
all sinners are well
their sicknesses gone away
here in open arms
the Savior has come
wash away our sins as white...
as WHITE as the snow
Jesus by your side
holds on to you and keeps you
from falling your saved
02/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I'm a sinner, and my, my soul is red
But then God looked upon me
My God washes me, God wash me
White as snow, He washes me white as snow
He come unto me, makes my body whole
As my being is red from my sins
My God washes me, God wash me
White as snow, He washes me white as snow
I'm a clay pot, I'm broken
My God holds me, when He's done He molds me
As when I'm dirty He washes me up
So now I am white as snow
White as snow. He washes me white as snow
1/8/18
written James Edward Lee Sr.
remember this
you can't misS
HOW to maKE LIFE
do right
some one do you adeed
have love seek
my sister and brother
ONE HANDS WASHES THE OTHERS
rain washes trees face
wind brushes her tangled hair
moon sings her to sleep.
(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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