Centered in sunshine, tender and pure, "girl next door", simply adorned-utterly adored and loved like crazy.
Adorned and Adored
Let us adorn
our daughters with pearls!
Gifting
One pearl — so very dearly
ocean-made, fresh…
To dress each earlobe
With a radiant luster,
Emphasizing the spirited
Life-light
In her glinting,
mesmerizing eyes…
Then, gather your heart
To proudly place a string
Of one or some pearls
Around your daughter’s
so-familiar neck
To lay — more precious
and worthy than diamonds —
Just below her delighting smile.
She could forgive her dog a transgression or two.
He could chew up her pillow, a boot, a dress and a shoe.
But if a man got close and made one little mistake,
Out she would throw him with a kick and a shake.
My dog is my world, she told us, but we already knew. She could forgive her dog a transgression or two.
He could chew up her pillow, a boot, a dress and a shoe.
But if a man got close and made one little mistake,
Out she would throw him with a kick and a shake.
My dog is my world, she told us, but we already knew.
He was her prince, her king, and her love interest too.
He never made her angry like a man who did something wrong.
She adored her dog all her life, it was her daily love song!
He was her prince, her king, and her love interest too.
He never made her angry like a man who did something wrong.
She adored her dog all her life, it was her daily love song!
Some write to be adored...nothing wrong with that:
we are clothing and window dressing (even our empty
stores speak a department's worth)~as much as our words,
where actions fail...so we attempt to charm and clarify –
Christ wrote nothing, having mastered the authorship of
deeds.
But, seeing how I have yet to walk on water, nor have I
raised one dead (myself still in doubt)~I am a poet in the
stead: a copy of landscapes and skies; speaking symphonies
and ditties, tapping the phrases of my feet and the rhythms of
my eyes.
would welcome the Lord
we told him to hop aboard
always have adored
react to impact
as matter of fact
severely we would react
when part did enact
they are so many
in the heart each holds a place
as stars own the night
the green butterflies
likewise seek a sweetness source
in fields of beauty
arrested they march
to the drumbeat of the heart
helpless and captive
The cosmos loves her, so they nurture her gladly
She has only had fine days, always respected
If she fell from the planet, the stars would catch her
She has led a charmed life, for she is charming
She is an earth angel, watched over by nurturing souls
The heavens loves her scientific mind
She studies astronomy and astrology, concocting her own theories
She is brilliant and adored; men want to be with her.
Women want to be her.
A great listener, she gets messages from the universe
Never focused on her own wants, she nurtures others.
When she reaches heaven’s gates, they say
Why don’t you become a greeter? Staying halfway?
What would I be able to do? She queries
You can help light the way for the others.
So she does.
Ethereal she was, delicate and beautiful.
Her skin alabaster, red lips and pink cheeks.
Her auburn hair curled in exactly the right way.
Thick and fine; it was the only thing thick about her.
I hid in the shadows, watching her.
The butterflies understood.
Came to her as if she was butter.
Or a daisy.
Fluttered onto her hands and shoulders.
Understanding and reveling in her gorgeousness.
I watched for a long time, never forgetting this moment.
For it was exquisite and unforgettable.
Beauty adored
But what for
Starved and withered
Like rose petals
On the floor
Not scarlet and vibant
Like when in a vase
Demanding attention
Like during the chase
Beauty it fades
Passes with time
Like these blackened petals
Once red like wine
Love conquers all
Until it grows sour
From living a lie
Being a coward
Love that's unwanted
Makes a heart grow cold
Not anticipating a future
Or wanting to grow old
This time is not wasted
Let's not pretend
Because beauty adored
Remains until the end
Smell the roses,
Smell their air
Wonder what sweet sounds they'd share
Sounds of summer, sounds of fall,
Sounds so sweet, you'd pick them off
Tasteful colors,
Tasteless thorns
A taste of iron in the blood they pour
A taste of medicine, for ours they fall
For their tasteful colors and vitality do warm
A touch of love
A touch of fear
If roses could touch, how would they feel?
Touched, through thorns adorned with a prick of blood
Touched, by petals adored but picked for fun
As elegant canopies of cute flowers
Begin to pale into less natural hues,
Eyes wildly wander for better sights
Under the old heavens' banal blues.
As the sun's rigor sinks in the west,
Score for dimmer stars hits its best;
Dull Moon is at last by men adored,
With none by his lower shine bored.
For want of simpler paths more used
To the common limb’s ordinary tread,
Most wayfarers do quite often blunder:
In easier roads lie worse pitfalls fused!
Thump not your vainglorious chest
If bereft souls swelling praises give;
For the sun’s regal orb might in zest
Pop and say lesser kings shan’t live!
Blowers of vain own-blasted trumpets,
Will halt to hear more tuneful nuggets!
(Adored one =Latreea Mou!)
~A Heavenly Man~
Short and Baklava sweet~
Who can dance like he has magical
wings on his feet.
Those eyes, pierce me, so very
brown and beautiful.
Add a twinkling soul, divinely pure,
With a destiny for the heavens!
Oh ,yes, latreea mou!
Of that, your Panagiota is adamantly
sure.
Panagiota Romios
3/18/2019
Summer’s arriving with ease and I’m lost
Broken connection,
Devoid affection,
Feels like the warmth has converted to frost
Withering willows,
Drowning in billows,
The reverie can’t save me from misery
Since death caped my sweet daughter Rose Emily.
It was her I adored…
Once in my womb now sleeps in a cold tomb
Rosy cheeks of pink,
I’m starting to sink,
Her baby girl scent like lilac perfume
Tiny toes to count,
God, can I surmount?
My sweet Rose Emily shall never be mine
Now she rests in heaven with angels divine.
It was her I adored…
Now my poor life abhorred.
May 21, 2018
Oh, my Lord
Oh, God
Adored ones
I call on;
Your will;
To allow me to live on;
Your such an adored one, my, my, Lord Oh, and...
I come to you Father God;
Oh, my Lord
My, God
Adored ones;
Humbly I submit my life to you;
And in all that you do;
You are forever, ever, ever true;
For that I'll forever love you;
Oh, my Lord
My, God
Adored ones;
Lord with my hands raised high
and Father god whose by my side
Humbly I submit my life to you;
For that I'll forever love you;
You are my pride and true adorned one;
I adore you more than anyone;
more than anything else;
I treasure our personal relationship;
Humbly I submit my life to you;
And in all that you do;
You are forever, ever, ever true;
For that I'll forever love you;
Oh, my Lord
My, God you are my
Adored ones;
I love you, I love you, I love you so;
I praise you, I praise you forever more;
I'm gonna keep receiving, while believing gonna tell everyone;
That I, I, I, I adore you, (for all that you do)
And that your, your, you are my...
ADORED ONE
Written words & Arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "Actually Happening (My True Testimony Reality)"
Sunlight rest as so does she
and into the night
a peaceful light streaks
cross hidden bridges
bringing a sullen sense
of tranquility to her sleep
And when light returns again
her eyes like gold will shine
and her heart will beat
while be known my thoughts
alone bare her name
into endless eternity
Shadows take a rightful place
sway with grace and ease
a sacred silhouette beheld
along with breaths captured
in every step I can only see
beyond a special type
of beautiful adored
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