We're all one in Him,
In spirit and in truth,
With faith not a shame.
Dynamic her personality is,
Even if she sleeps hungry, she definitely feeds me a morsel,
If I ever lose, she fights the whole world for me,
If ever I get hurt, her love heels me up.
For the God whole world his family, for her I am the whole world, God made her and her appearance made to believe in the God.
She is like water ready to take the shape of whatever vessel it is put in but her emotions are like mustard seed that no one wants to see.
She spends her entire life in the happiness of others and
others have no time for her.
Diamond is not the one which is made of carbon,
Value the one who is at home,
She is none other than your darling mother.
A trip here
Tasks overflowing
Early morning sun
More errands to run
A mission
Glad to give
Helping others
As shall live.
As said, It is better to give
Than to receive
A journey
spent in time
Unwind.
Living life
Joy, peace, love, and more
As the morning starts with chores.
All-In-One Service
Multiple incomes
Extended education in progress
Great success.
Compressed carbon is always termed diamond
Cut land in the water is called island
Beaten copper is wire
Love bitten man, lover
Compressed, cut n’ beaten man is husband
October.20.2022
A job that some Mother's do not get credit for
It is a job within a job
Juggling all tasks, various assignments
Teachers, Mom, Counselors, a Cook, and much more
For special reasons, throughout the seasons
Smothered with challenges
Daily duties to manage
Overall worth the while
Coming out with a great BIG smile.
Appreciate Mother's
The least one can do
After all
She cares for you.
A daily schedule
Working through it all
Relaxation, for a while
Re-energized, re-booted
A pile of duties, renewed
Cleaning the home
Working outside, attending classes
A little time to be alone
Mom's room
As one might say
After all assignments
A new start for the next day.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOM'S.
CAREGIVERS, GRANDMOTHERS, & OTHERS THAT ARE SPECIAL TOO.
You are
You are
God you're
invisible
You are
invincible
dividable
One in one
plus one
adding another one
You're mighty
Almighty Father
Spiritual and Son
divisible
incredible
All that you are
Father
you are
You are
God
You are
invisible
invincible
dividable 1 in 1 + 1 adding
another one
You're mighty
Almighty Father Spirit and Son
Hallelujah
4/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
They see you as a gate, blanket, horoscope,
book, an empty town….
anything that the light of their imagination
throws at them. You laugh at them for
forgetting you are just a being minding his business,
with two lungs and two feet; a star
that is doing its best not to flicker out.
You carefully place your thoughts on the Universe’
palms like a weighing scale, and hope that they won’t find it.
Contest Name: Give Me Your Best New Poem
Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Date of Entry: 10/18/2019
Love so creamy so sweet
Love so enduring and could be as well scurry
Love gives and surrenders her depth with no end
Love the mother of all emotions.
Fragmented into the best of gold
Encrusted within amethyst
Smooth and beigey
Dipped in finest of berries cos Love stays juicy
As colourful as thick rainbow is how love feels
Love reigns as the best exchange rate ever made
Love with its solid ground but mushy edges
Love speaks softly and has been around since ages
Love touches our heart and most time, keeps us beaming....
The topic is Love and it's quite lovely
28/08/2017
(A quite lovely day)
Familiar awakenings as when in BEAUTIFUL PARADISE
Might be true if heart feels as such when rusty of exercise
Lyrics of singing nightingale, embalmed LOVE BUG, were never JUST FOR ME
As in rapping of a drum heard everywhere but not for all to see
Memories when everything became so much clear
Empty handed return from a sailing trip and it was ALL SO REAL
To subconscious, what was ALWAYS KNOWN
Tightly lidded lest might tarnish the dream gown
Not a seasoned candidate to stay afloat for another unwelcomed episode in TIME TRAVEL
Missing the nonrefundable emptiness in soul upon loosing the gamble
All In One
Was quiet, wanting to be more
Silent was I, didn't open that door
Didn't see what was all around me
Others were living wild and free
Listened and enjoyed the family thing
Took care of the husband, house and offspring
Keeping all straight but something still missing
Time doesn't slow down, time was a ticking
Always doing what was taught and told
There was more to life, these thoughts grew old
Finally letting reality set in
Not letting others live my life within
Move, speak, dance, let it out
Never hold back your soul, SHOUT
Did what was right, kept my dignity
Did not let others wrongs get the best of me
Have the respect from the ones that matter
A living book of information, learned and gathered
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
It's not impossible that my house stink.
At times there festers garbage in a sack
behind a closet door, and once the sink
got clogged with who-knows-what; sent water back
up filthy and all black; I dished it out
scoop by nasty scoop into a pan.
That damn disposal broke. There was no doubt
my kitchen reeked, so I turned on a fan
and dropped some baking soda in the drain
(I'd heard it stopped most odors), but the worst
came next: a stench which I could not explain.
I searched my rooms. Six days my house was cursed
until I found it dead and hidden well -
a mouse I bet inhaled the kitchen's smell!
(true story but a little exaggerated!)
For Susan Burch's
Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution Poetry Contest
On Sunday, you showed me the Flying Nun,
Then Monday, you turned into the French Maid,
And on Tuesday the Street Walker got paid,
But not before the Naughty Nurse was done.
Wednesday, the Desparate House Wife had fun,
Right after the Babysitter got laid.
Thursday, the Aerobics Instructor stayed
Until Friday, to help me flex my buns.
If you want to make my body go numb,
Dominate that whip, until I do right.
I need more fantasies, so give me some,
Or is that Catwoman outfit too tight.
Before you ring the bell for me to come,
Tell me, who will I be loving tonight.
The sun is shining
and the sky is blue.
there are so many things
I want to do.
So I jump on my bike
and away I go.
Just like the wind
blow and blow.
Down the street
and to the right.
There I saw,
one great big kite.
Up the hill then
down by the tree.
two bluebirds just
passed by me.
Three fish swimming
in a creek.
don't they look
rather meek?
Four ducks waddle
as they pass.
Five little rabbits
in the grass.
Six snakes slither
across the rocks
Seven frogs sitting on a box.
Eight bees resting for the night.
Nine dogs hanging,
fairly tight.
Ten feet from home
It's time for sleep.
One, two, three, I'll count the sheep.
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