Yoked Poems | Examples

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fk Snow White, 
fk Obsidian Butterfly,
fk Vampric Idol,
fk Beautiful Sensei,
fk Hollow Jacob,
fk Broken Wings,
fk Young Lilith,

fk me,
fk me,
fk me,
grant. Me.
damn me,
damn me,
damn me,

fk fk fk.

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Here, I crown thee with the anguish of my heart
All the vile venom I pour forth into Thy cup
Taketh hence, that I may be born again anew
Every sin distilled in Thy blood, Thy messenger trembles.

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Father, King of Kings.
Forgive us,
For we know not what we do.

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Look not back unto Gomorrah.
Overthrow this salt despair, dissolve.
Void no more, may the Dead Sea rise.
Ever be refreshed with living water.

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Holy, holy, holy.

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I wish,
I wish,
I wish,
Grant. Me.
I hope,
I hope
I hope

Compassion for those who drank out of ignorance or wrath,
Hope for the lost, not left in shadows of death,
Abide with us in this tempest storm,
Rest from the tormented sea, that seeketh to devour within the abyss.
Illuminate with Thy tenderness, and Thy arms be extended forever,
Truth — that we fear no more and shall meet together,
Yoked to Thee, that our scarlet may be white as snow.

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5786 begins.

Dweller of Our Heart

Dweller of Our Heart  8-7-25
Line of Inquiry:  The essence in us is the same as the essence in the sun.
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Dweller of Our Heart

Light dwells in my core
Through ambivalent nights
Light and solar fire,
The incorruptible first breath of Aurora’s blush.

Born in the same chrysalis of the refiner’s flame,
Before the birth of light,
Crafted in birthright,
We rise together
 And draw breath from the morning star
We are consecrated in the Eternal’s dawn 
My soul knows your light as you know mine.

In everlasting dawn
We live and move
Oblivious to frost and ice
Mesmerized by the rapture of grace
And like sunflowers,
 Blooming in a never-ending summer,
We turn in the same breath
 To dance a unison
  With our Creator’s face.

We, reflections of hallowed perfection,
Know harmony
Yoked by caritas
I feel your marrow
As a soulmate
As we compose one fire song,
 Given to us,
In harmony,
By the Spirit ~ dweller in our hearts.

Zen mode

one with the vastness, conspiring with space 
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked

The River Remembers Nothing

I am a river,
surging, never still,
never bound,
within walls, 
I’ve never had,
nor cherished, nor craved.

You ask me to remember —
but where would
such memories be 
forged or stored in liquidity?
Plunge your hands
within me and
all you will find is
the glinting surge of present motion,
with nothing before or after,
nothing upstream nor downstream
only the fleeting touch of one instance.
My fate is only yoked to gravity
which too, bears no memory.

You are my container,
the bearer of memory,
the architect of recalls.

For I am not a being,
but a fluid reckoning,
a moment of becoming,
dissolving instantly
after it's freshly made.

Wherever We Go, Whatever We Do

Carry me over the threshold of home
 into the future of life together.
 Oh, Let me no more in loneliness roam
 through wearisome roads and stormy weather.


 For the road remains weary, rain still falls. 
 These burdens we've carried did not lighten;
 but side by side we can handle it all,
 and the thunderous storms do not frighten.


 Please do not think this is a one way street.
That you must always be the one that's strong.
 Not all days, but in the middle we meet,
  fifty- fifty averaged our life long.


 Take me in your arms, through the door, please do, 
 Then let's go back, and I will carry you!

Is-ness of being-ness

As of choiceless choice invoked,
our polarised halves were yoked.
The one that was two became
one again in life’s end game.

If we’re to expand on this,
on how our soul imbibed bliss,
the simple truth we can share,
is head and heart need to pair.

Head represents our ego,
which when we choose to let go,
the path appears by itself,
leading us to light of Self.

The singularity point,
is where divine mists anoint
our soul in the cave of heart,
where bliss ignition does start.

All we do is remain still,
to God surrendering will,
magnetised from head to toe,
a secret we alone know.

As we’re transformed by the flame,
something shifts; we’re not the same,
as flag of love is unfurled,
the chi-force becomes our world.

Living as of need, not greed,
the bliss current takes the lead,
holding us in close embrace,
bestowing on us God’s grace.

Thoughts rested, in stillness slow,
truth of Self we get to know,
which dear hearts, is living light,
drenched in heightened bliss delight.

Enigma

It comes from time to time upon a wind
that wafts aromas fragrant to a mind
now wakened from long sleep.
And yet, perplexed, he is resigned
to yet again concede his own defeat,
a yoked, unequal partner, when they meet
as man and muse combined.
Then unannounced, it parts and leaves him much chagrined.


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A 'Mistress Bradstreet' stanza - 10a:10b:6c:8b:10d:10d:6b:12a

Lilith

She emerges from the dark,
Swathed with beauty,
She rides on chaos,
Tearing apart the hearts of men.

Rebellion is her way,
Darkness is the outcome of her companion,
Seduction is the charm in her eyes,
Separation is the curse of her dwelling.

Mystery is her trailing shadow,
Independence is her desirable bracelet,
She’s yoked to her offspring,
A resilient bond of a mother.

She’s gone from the garden of promise,
She desires the world’s grandeur,
The night calls her to its chamber,
Entrapped by its lord.


June 3, 2024.

YEARNING

"I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive."Acts 20:35 of the King James Bible

Yes, I desire to help
Yielded as care giver
Yon meaningfulness of
Youthful achievements midst
Yawns in struggling to stay
Yoked for reaching-out with
Yahweh’s strength through the years.

April 18, 2024

40000 cartloads of horse manure

i printed off
all of my poems

i distributed them
at the traffic lights 

no one opened their car windows
except one poem i stuffed in a dog's face

a child laughed at me from his back seat
i laughed back

i stuffed the poems in drains
in supermarket trollies

i donated them at the
charity shop

i hammered this poem
into a lamppost

it blew away into the ether
i went home to pass a kidney stone

all the eggs in this box are double yoked
signifying nothing

Who I am I am of I AM-

All she ever wanted is love
All he ever wanted is love
All she ever needed is love
All she ever needed is love
Look inside yourself
You can’t see your breath
But yet, adorned heart no longer stone
You are who you are
Because of whose you are
You are not flesh and blood
But incarnate LOVE
You are not birth from earth
You are heavenly yoked
You are because you are because of who you are
Who I am
I am of I am
My truth is His I am His and He’s me
I am of whose I am
I am of the great Elohim I AM


We are who we are, I am of who I am
Because of whose you are, because I am I AM
We are not flesh and blood, I’m not of flesh and blood
But incarnate LOVE
We are not birth from earth, I am not birth from earth
We are heavenly yoked, I am heavenly yoked
We are because we are because of who you are, I am because I am because of who I am
Who I am

I am of I AM


3/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2024

Choices In Life

Choices In Life
Miracle Man
2/18/2024

Either from some physical action or by our voice,
It matters not that underlying intent was staid.
Almost all things that happen are result from some choice,
and we’ll forever be yoked to the choice we once made.

Yes

YES

Yesterdays remembered
You know the feeling well
Yanking on the bell rope
Youth giving way to age
Yoked to the passing years
Yearning for how it was
Yet now, maturity

Refining Consciousness

I may not be plagued by vices,
I may not be inundated with foibles,
I have my disparate troubles,
I have my recalcitrant midnight.

I have sought a way through the woods,
A way out of the tempest that trails me,
It’s been an uphill task,
For this, a plethora of questions I ask.

Have I been yoked with my incessant turmoil?
Have we entwined like a woven fabric?
I fight the monsters that walk into my day,
Yesterday’s conquest hasn't allayed them.

My mind is a valley of turbulent streams,
It’s a waterfall of thunderous claps,
I'm encompassed by the untold,
As dawn awakens they unfold.

Some things are beyond us,
Some things are unknown,
They give us a different view,
They sculpt us for the dark days.


May 4, 2023.

Dactyl Fun

Three-legged run
Dactyl fun

Noble gas
Royal pass

Bad dad jokes
Pun man, yoked

Aragorn
Heir is born

Arkenstone
Thorin's Moan

Slip ring on
Hide, not gone

One ring don
Wraith track on

Elven blade
Orcs afraid

Twitterverse
Scold, coerce

Metaverse
Feeling worse

Instagram
Yes, I am!

YouTube feed
How, indeed!

TikTok feed
Eyes now bleed

Progeny
Two’s now three

Trinity
Godhead three
 
Will divine
Thine, not mine

His bride’s price
Sacrifice

Resurrect
Death’s sting wrecked

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