Carry my whole heart in your pocket
Send me to space with your rocket
Color me willing without a cherry care
Be so thrilling that I will double dare
Dare to love despite the odds
Of living it up among the gods
I’m at a loss so it’ll be up to you
To sweep us off to lovers moon
Trace my lips with peach tongue
Hug my hips and sing me song
Do me the favor of creating mood
And I’ll return sweet love to you
Pick me up when I am down
Inspire indigo smile despite frown
With your kiss make optimistic
Despite life full of pessimistic
I love your spirit you are kind
Want to drink you like red wine
Refreshing you are and I want more
Of your sandy smiles I can’t ignore
Your eyes would melt an igloo in snow
I adore your laugh your heart of hope
Sure your pure passion is a float
Drowning in love for a gold soul
He was a puppet master
She was a willing marionette
We might get married he lied
She loved the idea
They were together for fifty-two years
He is the love of my life she told everyone
Never married, for he was forever single
His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive
Blinks of teary-filled eyes see on at a diplegic self
yet mindful transparency is willing me back
Back to my body as sinful warning zones
alarming have deluged my mind
Seized are my winks , my signals , codes in tact
I deemed the eye of imagination unkind
The intruder remains faceless knowing anon
I’m entrusted to an astral body and its danger
Spiritual warnings of facultas cognoscitive,
Descartes’ existence of corporeal self, even stranger
I am conscious and sure these be blessings
Or maybe an unconscious of the intueoritive
and what I immediately perceived were passion’s messing’s
with the right amount of awareness to shift
Senses much livelier and much more clear,
lucidly leaving the "physical world" adrift
Diplegic with a clarity of intelligo of an unhinging fear
Practiced, I am using my symbols with inner sight
and a poetic aptitude, my mindset re-sets a dream
A vision appears to me, it appears to be my hand
penning quickly, a dream within a dream, I re-write
the script and scenes which aren't what they seem
two wily willing avocado boys
dressed in costume, making lots of noise
danced a ring around my sister
she knows them well, calls one mister
first cousins, known as the two Roys
I saw them from a mile away
these two crazy jokers love to play
did not even roll my eyes
their antics now no big surprise
their costumes funny, green and gay
A willing heart is a willing soul
Be not sad
our Father in you
in me He has planted seeds
in US we are bearing fruits
of Peace, Joy and Love
we are growing blossoming
and our Father's Heart
We're Beloved
we are always, quietly true...
a willing heart is a willing soul
12/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
From time to time
Every once in a while
Now and again
Though as much as I love to write
Due and to because
What I choose to write about
Comes from and down to from my inner heart
And on that basis and although it is cathartic
My own version and art form of expressing
Delving into documenting and revealing
Exposing my true self innermost feelings
As a caveat it also comes at the expense
And certain of cost exposing and opening up
Old wounds I have as yet to heal from
So every now and then though it pains me
I have to take a break and refrain from
That which I have come to love and rely on
But nothing worthwhile ever doing
That brings one happiness or enduces pleasure
Afterwards evaluating the positives and negatives
You are then willing and able to give up
Isn't really viewed as a loss surely then
Is it
As what exactly have you lost or learned
And that also goes and applies to all concerned
we start with a willing cow
maybe not willing
butchers take the beast apart
section by section
she’s warm on my plate
barbequed
beef
As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore.
Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity.
What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul.
My inhibition brought to light by a chemical demon who refuses to be denied.
Being Willing
Written: by Miracle Man
7-21-2023
God’s purpose for each is to go and do,
for HIS fields are white and laborers few.
God make us willing to share our belief.
Using your word to bring others relief.
Make us engaged, not to just grace a pew,
so we’ll win lost souls before we’re through.
“The reward for work well done
is the opportunity to do more.”
Jonas Salk MD
I knew when I was pulling on my turquoise boots that Skunk would appear.
she is my semi-pet bunny; thinking herself feral, but I feed her kibble.
perfect gardening weather today; I till rows, mark them with seed packets.
peas, beans, carrots, radishes, lettuce, and one row of zinnias and sunflowers.
Mom always planted at least two rows of flowers in her garden.
fuchsia cone flowers, hollyhocks, bluebells, which came up “renegade.” Laugh.
by the time I returned to the potting shed, my autumn scarecrow was waving.
he does that on a breezy day. Tomorrow I told Skunk, seeing a fox yonder.
Hide and seek the darkness, concealed tightly within my light
Deeply veiled my calling card, invisible the ink with which I write
Love's not all lost, carrying you with me, please hold on
It's spawned, not neglecting, what I've held is not gone
Orange was never meant to be your color
Replacing you, there will be no other
There's nowhere to hide I will not leave your side
Open your third eye, just swallow your pride
Live, or die, I am still willing to be your ride
The cell to which I live in is three feet wide
Being is life that gives life, truth that gives truth
It is not perfect, good or divine
It is simply beyond all these attributes
Immeasurable and unutterable
It is the Silent One of Light: The Father
Knowing is the light reflection of being
Through whom the One itself knows himself
Thought that became a shining reality
Knowing is the forethought of the all
She is Barbelo: The bright Holy Spirit
Willing is the only offspring of knowing
The child willed for the all to come forth
Being anointed by being to rule all
Who also willed to come to the world
He is the way, the truth, and the life: The Son
Light fading across charming mountains,
Sunlight bold, hasty indigo clouds…
Whimsical, wistful raindrops, drizzling
Upon brilliant colors, crisp gold and auburn
Shadows laughing through the firm vows,
Sanctifying inhabitants who normally trust
In spiritual passions, soul stirring - moods
All that brings doubt to its finish and faith
To its arising – world in accord, goodwill
Commonly known as His abiding favor, His
Inspirational truth – a Savior who is living
Proof that God brings His offspring sanctions
From His word, the vision – the wisdom
The amazing conviction that warrants souls
With the ability to know what it is…
To honor a Savior who is worthy of all our worship
A Savior who is worthy of all our adoration
A Savior who is worthy of all our gifts – unconditional
Gifts from truthful, trusting souls, who know…
His glorious light glows from within our own souls!
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
January 1, 2023
A lipogram is a composition from which the writer systematically omits a specific letter or letters of the alphabet; in this case, the letter chosen to be omitted is (E)
The soul is but the interface
Of life and death combined
The body and the spirit join
And both are intertwined
They share the birth of one who yearns
To leave the spirit life
To part the clouds of happiness
And join the worldly strife
The soul is but a willing pawn
To learn the ways of love
To leave the sun of saving grace
That shines a light above
To join the lost and lose the self
In giving what they serve
To play the game of balls and strikes
And swing at every curve
To cheer the one who lost the sun
To sing the moon at night
Who needs to grow and find the glow
Of heavenly delight
To gain control and win the goal
Of joy and peace of mind
To leave the world a better place
For ones they leave behind.
I just need to undo all those horrible possibilities…
And choose one that is not too condemned.
I can settle on a future that reflects my abilities.
So that I can be willing instead of restless.
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