Wearying Poems

SILENT SOULS WANDERING

Today is as quiet 
As a crowded graveyard
Empty of life:-
Yet, the green of nature,
Shines in springing glory:-

As a brief breeze
Warmly passes by,
Silence retains its control
And all remains calm:-

Yes, life’s reality
Has its blissful moments;
Leaving wearying chaos asunder
As God caresses
Silent wandering souls:-

picking up the pieces

you can't turn me on and off
like a lightswitch
i don't work that way
you're hot you're cold

you're unpredictable
it's wearying to live in limbo
i'm the elastic that's been stretched
till it can give no more

my compass has lost its north
i no longer know what i feel
if anything at all
i'm the candle without a wick

i'm spent and empty
hollow and fake
i smile but my eyes don't lie
the eyes never lie




AP: Honorable Mention 2025

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TEACHING US

October 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 11-12

Key Verse – Matthew 11:1 And it came to pass, when Jesus had made an end of commanding his twelve disciples, he departed thence to teach and to preach in their cities.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TEACHING US

Praise be to God for teaching us with His:
Instruction from His Scriptures
Illumination toward our spirituality
Influence upon our salvation-security 
Impact along our stewardship and service
Interest for our soul-sanctification by His standards

Matthew 11:22 Praise be to the Lord for
revealing to us His:
Worthy, wealthy will 
Wisdom through His Word
Wonders warming our worship
Ways of winning against wickedness
Warnings in wearying from worldliness’ wreckage 
 
Matthew 12:39 Praise be to the Saviour 
for answering us:
Propping us to stand upon His truth
Preaching to us His statutes we must trust
Presenting to us His secured trustworthiness
Pointing to us our sinfulness and transgressions   
Propelling us toward sincere toiling of triumphant thanksgiving. Amen!

October 5, 2024

Three Legged Table

I placed my glass down on the table
next to the leg, curiously laid
upon its heavy, wine-stained surface.
A perfectly fine leg, I noted;
unbolted, removed with some intent.

My host viewed my curiosity
with a casual indifference;
waiting so painfully patiently;
a child, bursting with a sworn secret.

As the evening took its course, more wine
long, dry, wearying conversation,
side-stepping the leg, on the table,
a sly, knowing smirk tainted his face,
an air of superiority.

I became a fly caught in his web
missing the clever trap he had laid.

The professor, much later replaced
the fourth leg of the coffee table.
The several fine Kafka volumes,
earlier, supporting the table,
then restored to their place on the shelf.

Developmental Progress

Diagnosed with cerebral palsy blight
To progress toward retrogression strain
Our special child was spastic day and night
Struggling along restlessness’ grievous pain.

His global developmental delay
Marked by seizures that caused wearying shake
Made us constantly alert all the way
Aiding him, compassionately awake.

He is now fourteen, showing milestone leap
Driving wheelchair amidst triumphant zest
Learning much along good hygiene to keep…
His orphanage life proves miracles’ best.

God's love* surmounts disability’s need
With caring kindness, heart is surely freed.

*1 John 4:16 - And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.

May 23, 2023
1st place, "Sonnet" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; Judged on 6/12/2023
Edited on June 13, 2023

Too Many Words

Too many words..

Seems the condition

Of users of words..

Words qualifying words

Qualifying and confusing..

Wearying to the one

Seeking diligently to

End seeking..as the ending

Is hidden by words...

Passing

Children of the moment, 
dust and vapor of time, 
wearying their frame for passing filth. 
in this land of the dying, 
forgetting the endless eternity, 
From the cry of the innocent, 
to the paths of obscurity,
seeking routes through time, 
The "haves"
the "havnots" 
the longings and cravings for perishing things of clay,
Ambitions and dreams innumerable, 
vigorous race and fascination for filthy lucre, 
they run, 
as though their frame were made of iron
and their sinews of brass,   
forgetting the gates of death, 
They acquire filth, 
some call it gold, 
they build, 
they store, and die holding naught
Then come the endless eternity 
The eternity of undying souls
Man! why slide unprepared?

Undaunted Fairness Ii

Pain lies low  in father's plain laugh;
Wearying bloody veins on our behalf.

Adieu

Howl fir tree, the cedar is fallen 

From this narrow lane of time,

from this uncertain strait and burdens

from these enclaves of wearying vanity fair,

from this time bound journeying among mortals, 

from its temporal “Joys” and many sorrows, 

from pain of fickle frame, 

from the cheers and Jeers, 

from time to time innumerable,

from mortality to immortality, 

from Death to Life beyond. 

this Jordan in-between, 

here i mourn before my time, 
  
but in Hope beyond the grave, 

Through the everlasting covenant,  

Left with your memories,

Rest Maami,  

Adieu. 


Dedicated to the priceless gift of providence.
The Best Mother to walk this earth.

We Leave Em Here

These vast expanses and love for luxuries,
The dint and dainties ever luring, 
The beams that bend our narrow necks, 
The cares compelling all to the gate,
Our wars and wearying ways for filths 
The ego fanning fist for fights, 
And these for vain we vaunt and vent.
We wane in time, and leave em’ here.

Worry

You sit and think of what could be
but not with any sense of glee.
The future looks all dull and dark
so, before long you lose life’s spark.

Soon stinking thinking starts to stress
and heavy feelings start to press.   
Your mind becomes a muddled mess
and mental zest gets less and less.

You cannot sleep, you lie and weep
as self-pity over you sweep.
The mirror tells a terror tale
of pallid face and figure frail.

If this is you, then turn the tide,
Tis past the time to bide and hide.
 Cry out for help, the silence end
seek out those who can help you mend.

The things you fear may never come
so, worrying is downright dumb.
It paralyzes, makes you numb,
it saps your strength and leaves you glum.

Your thoughts tremendous power hold
To scare you stiff or make you bold.
Don’t ever let your thoughts run wild,
but train them as a little child.

Don’t waste your watts with worrying
it drains and leaves you wearying.
Tend to thoughts that lift you up
and good outcomes will fill your cup.

Between Scylla and Charybdis

Torn and tempest tossed
Steering straight I cannot
How narrow is that line
To keep me safe between
The devil and the deep blue sea
Too easy it is to stray on 
To the primrose path
Where live in wait deadly dangers
To drag us deep or devour
So tempting is that siren song
Which I find hard to resist
And I fear the clashing rocks
In sailing the strait and narrow channel
Where turbulence of mind seethes
to draw us in its drift
Into the depths of drugs
Or make us succumb
To the pleasures of the flesh
Wearying for moments
Climaxing in ecstasy but draining
Our mental vigour,emptied
And shorn of true meaning.
When caught between
The act and its intent.

Wearying Traval Vogonian-

 O' weary a traveler am I, reign
 Grudge bugging Li catapulting again 
Meteor hritik traveling zrrr insane 
Absurd Milky Way pothole vrrr mundane
Luteroberg mosiktoe growl zrrr complain
Impaired space flights gravitate love vlane
 Galactic room slate mates deranged vrr plains 
Visits vor vat gobbles on try Titian v o b o g o i z e d disbane
Verver vis v o g o n i z e d rain

4/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

The Shrinking Season

The Shrinking Season
by Michael R. Burch 
 
With every wearying year
the weight of the winter grows
and while the schoolgirl outgrows
her clothes,
the widow disappears
in hers.
 
Originally published by Angle

Keywords/Tags: Time, Year, Years, Weight, Wait, Waiting, Weary, Wearying, Winter, Girl, Schoolgirl, Clothes, Grow, Grows, Outgrows, Outgrowing, Widow, Disappear, Disappears, Disappearing, Age, Aging, Loss, Death

Cogitation

This head is continually exercised, 
The straining of the intellect, 
The wearying of my limbs 
The waves of thoughts rushing like a volcano. 
The glimmering of my eyes,
The flights of imagination, 
I vex the brain to unravel mysteries  
I provoke my heart to go down into depths too deep 
I speak to myself like a lunatic, 
I rush to my desk repeating sustained thoughts. 
Words are the tools.
Sometimes too heavy I dare not say,
I weave them together and cared less for criticism.
There are depths I cannot reach,
There are heights I cannot climb.
The mind is like an ocean too deep, 
There are dark alleys, 
There are beams and rays
Oh! this cavernous profundity.

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