Giant’s wife was angry Ruth
Thinks she is a super sleuth
Manners are usually uncouth
Some say she comes from Duluth
Ruth has a magic wisdom tooth
And the gift of a saysooth
When she speaks, it is the truth
Uh-oh, she’s sitting in the adjoining booth
¦¦¦¦¦ the Road of Life's so ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ frail ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ driving home
¦¦¦ its latest Stage, the Tomb.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in Harness strong,
Marches ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ along:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to smooth the Pace,
Fills the next adjoining Trace:
Independance leads the Way,
Whom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Truth an equal Part sustains,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
In the Box fits vig'rous Health,
Shunning miry Paths of Wealth:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦¦ Smiles,
Ev'ry ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Step beguiles;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Nature, or ¦¦¦ Fate
Only This I wou'd intreat:
The Equipage might not decay,
Till the worn ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ drops away.
(Blackout of The Equipage by Anne Kingsmill Finch)
Onyx veined moon
peeps behind a frilled
crystal cut cloud adrift
black ink stoic sky
has its pallette
pleading for a
bristled brush
in the hands
of visionary
captivated by
a mystic miracle
that glowing orb
it neatly nestles
whilst weaving
wispy strands
of scattered
lunar beams
oe’r pliant
dark tree top
foliage swaying
to sharp breeze
scenic stimulus
an earnest art
grove gallery by
adjoining stream
in flow and trickle
stint akin to cue
for lambent
loiterer glum
so perplexed
yet inward
inkling as orbit
of the artisan
pen or paint
closet dabbler
whose inertia
frozen frigid
hidebound
hankers for
silken swoon
from that
celestial
of bodies
to spark
a latent fiery
gumption
bubbling
blandly
within each
arch after
hour budding
Rembrandt
Ahhh! Ahhhh!
So close, ever so close
Adjacent I see you
Such colorful view
Immediate all eyes on you,
Beloved Beautiful
Though far away
No distance in prayer
Whispers
I hear you close.I see you close.I feel you close a witness of this.You're my host hush just be still
If It's to be His will. Our Father's will
He'll be Our host close
Adjoining devoted
I feel.\nYou nearby
Concluded dearly bosom
Future covenant touch
Ever so close , i've noticed you consciously observant is to breathe the breath
We soul share so see me sotoh me when you touch such ooooh ahhh
Just be a host we'll be close
3/23/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
What is the real reason.? Toobeah got picked.' A small inland place.' Is this just
The tip.? Not Too-beah inhabited by the
Current little mob, that much longer now
albo, has been a while in 'that job' now I'd
Say those living, there now would be
happy to share
The fact that its now adjoining a Aboriginal
Mission, would not give them great cares.? As
Long as each person adheres to common good.' A way going foreward so the best can be.. Should this place be handed to a
Situation of wilderness, almost complete?
Where a government might have to step in
To help reolacement peoples compete.' And if that winds down? Will mining be next? Will it be really owned by the elements.? Or will government hold be complete? Its well worth considering..The
( a c t, reasons ) so d a v o s oriented whats for Aussie good.? And what
Is treason.? I leave all to think in all other
Places..Will the country keep its treasures.or sorta loose them "on the races?' I think a kid could fix things better.?
Grant me rest under your lissome stems
Let me hide from the raindrops — shiny globules
That drip with tropical hauteur,
Rain that harms the ribs with cold rebukes.
Welcome me within your greenish lair, from
Your cane roots to your starry leaves —I insist on visiting
In your prime, so fresh with dew and so green, like
The envy in the gritty eyes of singed composts,
When waving rays of the shifting sun
Bathe the narrow venues formed by adjoining stems
Up, up and up the stairs and dome of the jungle.
I pray to shoot up with you and befriend the skies.
Oh, such elevation!
Fill my gourd with green wine;
Make me drunk with the spewing colours of life.
My heart is open to receive light —from misty dawn to
Dusk crowned with your blessing.
Let it rain on, I pray.
My palms are spread out like your leaves — I borrow the
Innocence of your frondescence.
Carve me flutes from your nodes, and, from them
Raise the cadences for summons, to be accompanied by
Drums fashioned by hands greased by the gifts of
The forests. . . .
Raise the joy, the frenzy, the tone of the ceremony
Raise, raise . . . upheave them
To royal heights — such as yours.
gargoyle friendly
dark cathedral with arches
Victorian glass
attracts vampires
priest performs exorcism
adjoining graveyard
hair stands up on arms
eerie silence from this place
I feel threatened
The Home Goods store is packed with stuff
That no one really needs.
It’s kind of like a garden filled
With bright and cheerful weeds.
You stroll the aisles and start to pluck
Some items from a shelf,
Each one designed to make you buy
A present for yourself.
A fish-shaped plate, a speckled bowl,
Some baskets of bamboo,
Plus pillows, frames and placemats -
All just waiting there for you.
A separate section carries food,
Like chocolates and snacks,
While cards and wrapping paper fill,
With toys, adjoining racks.
Some furniture is worth a look -
A cabinet or chair,
But better snatch it up because
Next week it won’t be there.
It’s fun to spend an hour
In this store, without a doubt,
Though guaranteed you’ll leave with things
You sure could do without.
ADJOINING SET BLESSINGS
in a BEAUTIFUL NEW DAY
My mind, heart, spirit and soul blessings unto you
Blessed Good New Day
This new day I send you blessings peace, love, joy and light in our Father. Everything is all right may your day be bright and radiant as the Son. Jesus and to God ever be the glory. So soul shine you're going to have a Beautiful Day
××××××××××××
Good New Day to you. Thank you for sending blessings, peace, love, joy and light I receive what you sent. Now that I have I shall give what I was given. Yes indeed I was and am given this beautiful day as daily bread. Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
1/07/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & Candace Rodgers
adjoining new lights two suns for a morning hunt wax bright harvest moon
"BIRDS GATHER ON ELECTRIC LINES
KEEPING THEMSELVES WARM Terzanelle "
Those the little birds warming themselves warmth
on standing electrical and telephone lines
together side by side one by one doth---
~
The bird’s stance summer breathless leaves
adjoining, aligned, snuggle so steadily
gathering amidst buildings homes, and eaves--
~
Giant rush of big galling winds so gust
soar ever so high above skies freighting
fluttering flapping of feather wings thrust
~
leaving flying in groups from grounds gaiting
talons feet embrace lines like humans lust
every so closed close in distance like dating
~
a mixed the couples birds pairing flaring
up so high tens of feet so very high light
above the somewhat warm grounds staring
~
beaded eyes nestled small birds encasing
shares bodily heat keeps from frozen plight
winter cold so the birds warmth embracing
birds on electric lines all day and night
12/23/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Sex is satisfying surreptitiously,
getting the bang for your buck,
no, from your buck. His heart
pounding, over and over again.
His antlers held high with a sigh.
Sleep overtakes the gorged,
with victory of a benign smile.
Deep is the pleasure, no need
to concoct the siren of his dreams.
Delirious, at once put out
of his misery with no need
to set sails into the dark night.
His nostrils filled with her sensual perfume.
Her hair strewn upon an adjoining pillow.
Her hand laid upon his rapturous heartbeat.
Her buck is spent. He emptied out his pockets.
There is nothing left, not a glance, nor a tingle
for a dish, doll, nor centerfold. Only his wife.
Gnarled tree rooted firm, fallen bark,
abundant earthen ground cradles.
Horned larks and thrushes beat their wings,
wavering within sun's gold rays.
Lace shade dance a hush call, seep by
a calm sigh and the incessant
babbling of an adjoining brook.
Delicious breeze, reviving kiss,
entice utter lull in veiled dream.
A world, a marriage joined as one,
desire of only pleasant warmth.
A muse of chill wind and aching
darkness that stirs snow fall with wings.
The old bare and brittle, gnarled limbs
gaze out towards humble night sky.
This is the last poem on the history of Felicity, a person I know from correspondence with a friend abroad. No relation of mine.
In one year's time, I shall retire
What is there to look for?
Two of my daughters got married.
They live quite far from me.
Only Felicity remains, the middle one,
The one I loved most.
Mind you I paid for a grand wedding for both of them.
No favouritism would impede me from
Granting their wishes., but living far
I rarely see them especially as babies came
To brighten our humdrum life.
But where was Felicity? She spent so much time
At the hospital, except for our usual Sunday lunch.
Until one Sunday, a bomb blasted my brains.
Felicity had a fiancée, whom she invited
To our Sunday lunch. Was I angry? Confused?
He was a comely fellow, a brain surgeon to boot.
He promised to buy a house adjoining mine,
And a door would join both our houses.
Soon Felicity got married and what a wedding I paid.
They were the happiest couple on earth.
And soon she gave birth to a bundle of joy.
From that day on I did not act as a father
But a nanny for my lovely grandson.
And breathe your breath I kiss the hand of your daughter and decree Your Glory your glory and righteousness of her hand small and soft
it touches my skin I grab hold and
in the veneer I can see softness
to think little spear
firmly but yet gently I caress
as I place my front lips over the upper palm
the veins are showing looking like a beautiful flower
as closer I place my face on top of her hand
my lips touch and grander my nostrils flair
as I witness the smell of lavender and myrrh
Adjacent so I place gentle kisses on top of her hand
I stand firm I look on vigilantly with my adoring eyes
Father anoint my head with oil
As I die to self your breath caress kisses me
purification it Graces me in peace
let my lips speak let your voice
sing and empower me restoration
let the favor the abundant blessings and fruitfulness
as I with your lips on and through my vessel
when I stand in the presence in the aroma of God's daughter I am, I shall.
Come let us walk anointing adjoining hands coupled
-------Hand Held
9/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
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