"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they
follow Me. "And I give them eternal life, and they shall
never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of
My Father's hand. "I and My Father are one."
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors
through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that
neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,
nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus.
"He who overcomes shall be clothed in white
garments, and I will not blot out his name
from the Book of Life, but will confess his name
before My Father and before His angels.
We have His blessed assurance that our Lord has
caused us to pass from the valley of the shadow
of death unto His green pastures of everlasting
life.
All of my love in Christ Jesus,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
January 11, 2026
multi nuanced
flavour
many coloured
& aromas to savour
always in the taste
& swallowed
without haste.
bottled
magnums
& jereboam,
bouquets
to hint
of lemon & jam
chadonnay shiraz
sauvignon
tempranillo
merlot jostle
in a throng
of
wein germanic
bernkastel moselle
&
the trinity
champagne
sherry& port
the latter
stilton's best escort
beaujolais
loved
by the light-hearted
a lingering thirst&
race
to import
first
none
can surpass
rioja's reserva
at a thousand feet
oak aged
ripened
in summer heat
There's something quite evident
I am a product of malcontent
But I haven't been bought yet
I am out but yet I'm IN
Outback across the way
I AM
Out
Outback across the way
So you say I am paid yet I'm still enslaved
But well behaved haven't been across the tracks
Haven't been released nor relink quest
Nor have I been banquet
Out back across the way
For you throw and hurl sticks and stones
you crush me with intent on to my bones
Yet you have show me love
Of course why must I wear these gloves
Not gonna fight any one
I'm out back on the tracks
Not looking back
Freedoms got me bound
I am fine now
Out back across the way
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Eber & Wein Publishing poem submission
.January 12 2014
Bei letzter Sonne
Noch wärmt sich die Eidechse
Vor Jagd auf die Beute
Rot färbten sich die Blätter
Dort wo der Wein gereift war
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With the last sunshine
The lizard still warms himself
Before hunting prey
The leaves changed colour to red
There where the grapes had matured
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Con última luz
El lagarto se calienta
Antes da caza a presa
Hojas cambiaron a rojo
Allí donde uvas maduraron
Wine of multi nuanced flavour,
Many coloured & aromas to savour;
Final judgment,always in the taste,
Swirled & swallowed without haste.
Bottles,magnums & jereboam,
Bouquets,hints oflemon & jam;
Chadonnay,Shiraz,Sauvignon
Tempranillo,Merlot jostle in a throng.
Wein,germanic,labelled methodical,
Whitesunsurpassed & gastronomical;
Top of the list,Bernkastel Moselle,
As aperitif or with food,just swell.
A trinity of champagned,sherry& port,
The last from political pressure brought;
Once England's larges wine import,
It remains,Stilton's best escort.
Beaujolais,loved by the ligh-hearted,
Crushed from Gamay fruit so red;
Perfect to quench a lngering thirst,
An annual race to the import, first.
Sparkling,still,filtered or fine,
None can surpass Rioja's reserva wine;
From Ebro at a thousand feet,
Oak aged,ripened after summer heat.
A man was frightened and entered into a room,
He fell in the corner and touched a broom,
He read that wording to touch a middle pot,
You can get some money that’s I have lot.
When he touched a pot it grew up a tree,
Please pour me water otherwise you aren’t free.
He picked a pot and starts to search water,
When he found a well he heard a loud laughter,
I need someone’s blood if you need pot water,
Otherwise don’t blame me I have a man slaughter,
He suddenly saw a bird and thought to kill him,
But bird said, you can slaughter me first go and tell him.
He told him to the well, I have a bird to kill,
Do you accept the blood that is only my thrill?
Mice heard the talk and he got a shock,
Why is he killing a bird, he has blood hoick?
Why is your heart n’t kind and have no mercy?
Please forgive him a bird I have a clue courtesy,
I can cut your wein you can donate blood to a well,
I am offering my friendship, that’s my thrill.
He was happy to donate blood and got water a pot,
When he poured water to a tree he laughed lot,
A big fish eats a little never have a mercy thought,
Friendship can solve a problem that’s my money pot.
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