You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. Dean Martin
My heart echoes a steady beat.
I lie on a hard bed
in perfect penumbra.
The soft sound seems to echo
from a plastic machine.
It beats steadily but slowly.
A nurse comes in and, with a torch,
examines the room thoroughly.
Suddenly, the heart beat stopped.
I lie in the dark on my bed,
consumed by fear. I feel stiff.
No heart beats, no life, just pure fear.
I cannot rise from the bed.
Two men come in and drag a bed
out of the room. A nurse comes in.
You will soon be fine—just a fall.
Tomorrow you can go home.
Best drink some tea with cinnamon.
You must have drunk a whole bottle!
And get up from that sofa,
it's not for you, rest somewhere else.
Oh, a cop has a notice
Seems you must go to court.
Don't ask where your bottle is.
Someone stole it and disappeared.
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Your eyes a dark archipelago
Mysterious then exotic drifting across
my shore;
I perceive their warmth inviting
While those lips blow a tangy flavour-
Irresistible, poised to reach for a kiss
Brewed by the kiln of summer’s
ember…
Carefully, my logic examines the
prospects
Between reason and wantonness,
As the fluid air spins amorously
And the evening grows too blind,
naked--
The waves within my navel dilate,
fluid as current's unknown motion...
I forget what happens next except, I
was
Drunk with the body- rhythm of something
untenably spontaneous;
Coasting on a body outside a bend
ebbing flowing through a belly and
tendon
Of a conniving sea.
October 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 6-7
Key Verse – Luke 6:12 And it came to pass in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXEMPLIFYING
TO US THE VALUE OF PRAYER
Praise be to God for exemplifying to us
the value of prayer that:
Expresses our need for His help
Exposes our nearness to His heart
Exalts His nurturing toward our hoisting
Examines our naughtiness, hindering humility’s honesty
Expels our negativities, hurts, haughtiness and hopelessness
Luke 6:22 Praise be to the Lord for pronouncing
blessings for us while we:
Love Him with His compassionate might
Live for Him by His comfort and mercy
Let Him cover us around His marvels
Lead others to His magnificence
Learn from His miracles
Luke 7:9 Praise be to the Saviour Who
commends us of our faith:
Propelled by His Word
Propped upon His ways
Prospered with His wonders
Powered through His wisdom midst worship
Pushed toward His worthy work against worldliness. Amen!
October 10, 2024
I wonder who’s in charge of our section.
The anxiety about who will lead me,
brings on a cold sweat.
Her sweater is tight.
I turtle-neck,
over my sanitized cubical.
Small breasts, tiny and hard in the frigid light.
Her spectacles add no color to the sterility.
“Are you numb?” She asks?
‘Not quite yet.”
"It’s the white precision
that examines us." She says distractedly.
"Yes."
Have you figured out how to fit in?”
“No, please tell me,
is there a password, a special name tag?
I am sure the one they gave me isn't working.
Should I frown as if concentrating?"
“Yes that might help.”
“Can you give me any advice?’
“Your crotch needs to be tighter.”
A chime goes off forever.
I wonder....
did we clock in or out?
is the flesh on the leg and thigh of the human
dark meat
or is the hands and feet
the mortician says he doesn’t know
funerals are not priced that way
the medical examines says he doesn’t know
it might be the middle finger or the middle toe
the politician says he doesn’t know
but if you are poor and going to eat it cook it slow
corporations say that they don’t know
it doesn’t affect their cash flow
liberal cannibals say that they don’t discriminate
all parts are equal.
dark or white
Psalm 11:5
the Lord examines
both the righteous and wicked
He hates those who love
~
those He hates who loves
unrighteous and wicked ways
the Lord examines
~
wooh unto me those
humanity those that strife
the Lord examines
~
wooh unto me those
hate He does that unrighteous
the Lord examines
~
those who love violence
the Lord examines both the
righteous and wicked
3/9/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
TURNTED tUrNtEd AROUND
In examines of my heart my Father found in me
wickedness in my heart
My Lord examines both the righteous and the wicked
this moment I've fallen short
wickedness in my heart
My Father He hates those who love violence
this moment I've fallen short
Now I am a peaceful soul
My Father He hates those who love violence
My Lord examines both the righteous and the wicked
Now I am a peaceful soul
In examines of my heart my Father found in me
Now I am a peaceful soul
wickedness in my heart no more, now beats the heart of God
2/17/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
PANTOUM verse
I am munching nuts and waiting for a friend.
Both activities tend to lengthen the day –
until a dental alarm. Lazy time has stopped
and forced me to think,
examine the object
held between finger and thumb:
a fragment of tooth or of filling.
I wonder from where it has emerged.
The left? The right? The middle?
No pain, just jumble among a mouth
of confusing teeth, and lacks thereof,
so neglected, forsaken, abandoned;
until now, until my finger examines in earnest.
But what to do?
So I take a further handful of nuts.
Munch.
And am still waiting for a friend.
(January 2022)
This happened to me twenty-two years ago. I thank God I am still alive.
I feel the ripple in my life's cycle,
impending risk that could rape my soul.
I look in the mirror, but no tears flow.
A virus cramps my shallow feelings,
an ominous glare that obscures.
The pungent smell of disinfectant
the impersonal looks of nursing aides,
the indifference of certain medics,
the fearful looks of other patients,
the smell of living death.
The surgeon comes,
examines,
prods,
feels
listens.
Like an auctioneer's hammer,
going, going, gone.
The verdict is announced,
a triple by-pass,
serious but operable.
"Don't worry, man!"
I look up at the wall
that surrounds my cell,
and see Him hung
on old worn wood.
Is it so difficult, Lord, to die?
Am I on my own in here?
Will I survive?
A tear trickles slowly down my cheek,
but now my inner self is lit.
I wake up from my stupor.
Life is a pattern,
mapped 'til our death,
but no man walks alone.
I smile,
I receive faith.
A glow illuminates my soul.
Tomorrow I may be dead,
but I am sure, Sweet Jesus,
I will survive, for meekly
I accept Your will.
a ray of hope
stings the tale
feathers the tar of life
to grow once more
no illusion without sunshine
a prism abandoned
broken mirror of
headlights in a tunnel
canary breathing afresh
in the mines of her mind
the curtain opens again
for a round of applause
as new dawn avails
spheres of transient change
her spotlight beams
bounces its focus
examines doubts of darkness
with a critical lens
foreshadows dew drops
melts the poet
emotes waning blindness
moulds acceptance of dusk
narrates the core
performance art from the heart
a spectral kaleidoscope
with realms of intent
13th August 2021
Everyone jumps on the wagon, professing to see.
To feel, to taste, to be enamored and endeared by the man.
He is our hero, they say; I see a distortion, a blurry abnormality.
They see someone to cherish, I see someone who makes me shriek.
What kind of glasses are you using? My cousin asks.
He examines me, starting with my teeth.
I see yellow, brown and gray, I say.
I have no idea how you see red, white and blue in this moron.
I get thrown out of the family. They accuse me of being an independent.
I am overjoyed, because I am an independent.
They begin a chant about independents.
It is disparaging and mean.
I see them more easily now, understanding what went wrong.
No wonder my view had always been drippy and blurry.
I head back to the neon lights of the city,
Remembering now that leaving ensured I would live.
Since moving to this berg we have a new doc
Her name is sweet Kimberly, fresh out of the box
Brand spanking new
Love spanking, don't you
Whenever she examines, I never watch the clock
“now know oh hermit, why the sages wise
flowed free and unbound, welcoming surprise”
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Stirrings within our heart seek fulfilment,
bringing into being, reality.
Mindful presence examines their content,
lest tranquility be fatality.
Oft ego urges mar serenity,
luring us in the world of illusions,
anchoring us therein in stagnation,
thereby veiling from us the divine light.
Nestled in silence of meditation,
our egoless self feels bliss day and night.
Mind an instrument for co-creation,
bestowed by Gods grace, that we be as He.
The egos feeling of separation
propels it outwards, in a playful spree.
Stagnation then, cause of our misery,
for if our sojourn is without pausing,
thus flowing like the breeze, celebrating,
being detached, life a joyous parlance;
love the fulcrum of our co-creating
vibrant bliss in a dance of innocence.
15-December-2020
God surveys the sparrow as she cares for her young,
and attends to her every tune as it's sung.
He enables each egg to hatch in its hour
from single cells to pip punch with beak's power.
God brush strokes each feather varied tints of tan
and grants them to spread like an elegant fan.
He examines the sparrow's swoop to search for seed,
and provides from the earth to meet her every need.
God endows her with instincts to gather her nest,
yielding life cycles of shelter, warmth, and rest.
He knows other wonders none other can see.
He beholds each sparrow, and he watches o'r me.
12-10-2020
Inspiration:
"His Eye Is on the Sparrow" -hymn by Civilla D. Martin
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