DI SOULS BE FALLING WETTING MAI SPIRIT
di souls be falling wetting mai spirit
fine well well di mercies flow;
tears flowing down mai face;
sensitive di breath i breathe;
rain falls i now embrace;
~
gather, i di sounds for nature;
holy voices sounds for jubilee;
colors souls shine fine well well di rainbow shall shine;
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Beautiful the mercies flow;
Tears flowing down my face;
Sensitive the breath I breathe;
Rain falls I now embrace;
~
Gather, I the sounds of nature;
Holy voices sounds of Jubilee;
Colors souls shine beautiful the rainbow shall shine;
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
English and Pidgin English verses
wet and wild fever
sexual encounters or -
wet dreams of the morn
July.07.2019
Senryu about Greed, Lust or Loss
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
N/A for contest
Sleep like a wee baby most every night
At times wet the bed, oh my, whatta a sight
Cathie spanks my bum
Found it kinda fun
But still loves her bed wetting hubby despite
Goal Setting and Bed Wetting
A goal someone set was in bed not to wet
And the closer it seems he was sure to get
About self felt more comfortable and at ease
Realizing only God is one who he should please.
There are things that determine a goal
You set for yourself either young or old
May be physical or made for the mind
Always expedient while well-designed.
When a goal you will establish and set
Surely are delighted when it is met
Causing you to stand out in a crowd
Walking among people feeling proud.
Soon to each fact you became resigned
Another new goal will eventually find
Fit for you and placed before your eyes
Accomplishing goa will start to realize.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
On my desk again
Crying through my pen
Wetting the heavy pain
Life has thrown to my chest.
Living in a hopeless cloud
Is worse than death sentence
It's me against the crowd
And mercilessly the strive is intense.
Have you ever faced the devil?
I'm in a ring with one
Sleeping and waking between God and evil
Trying to live a life in front of wars.
The altar I'm looking onto for help is helpless
My groaning voice can't be heard.
I have been taking my needs to the needy to address
Their whine only help to triple the ache in my head.
Trinity of necessities of life surrounds me
Trapped in the middle not knowing the one to foregone
My hope my only friend is angry that life is mean
It is threatening to dump me at once.
How useless it's to dare nature
Tuning and turning me in the name of destiny
Giving me knowledge of everything except for the future
Forcing me, devil and god to strike some harmony.
I pray for His second coming to meet me well
Only that I'm waiting for except a miracle happens in between
The paths have been too rocky for me to keep trying to dig wells
My flesh has surrounded for fate to win.
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