Ive had a glimpse of paradise
I want more
Not everyday you find someone who is paradise
A warm smile beautiful eyes
Like a sunrise over a mountain range
Shes heaven on earth
A peace out of this wall I have built
I strive everyday to convince her I am for real
You can't change a persons mind if that can't see what is right in front of them
I would love to spend every waking hour in her glow
But is this all make believe
Or a reality that can be true
I hope time will tell
I hope the feeling is mutual
Because a hand like that to hold
Would make everyday extascy.
For Angela
(To be sung to the tune of “Cruella DeVil” from Disney’s 101 Dalmatian)
Angela DeVil, Angela DeVil.
Often misunderstood
As after a kill
To see her is to think
Of a devil from hell.
Angela, Angela
Why not give the girl a chance
Perhaps you will
See the real Angela DeVil.
At first you’d think
Angela had no heart
But know her better
In time you’ll realize
She’s not to be despised
You’ve been judging her wrong
Along with those
Who have been telling lies.
Like most of us
Who have been misjudged
She deserves to be heard
Before we resent
Her name’s just a label
Don’t be misled
See the angel in the DeVil!
May 4, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
eloquent
in fading light,
her caring eyes
With the girl I love,
The twinkle is so bright.
Laying, looking, wanting,
On a perfect summer night.
I gaze in splendor at the sight
Of the most beautiful thing of all.
It's not out there somewhere in space,
On some fiery glowing ball.
They captivate and hypnotize
Like nothing in the skies
What I gaze into tonight
Are my angels eyes.
Angela, you are the fire in my soul
The spark that ignites my passion
The flame that burns in my heart
You are the light of my life
The sun that brightens my day
The star that guides my way
You are the music of my spirit
The melody that fills my ears
The harmony that soothes my fears
You are the dream of my mind
The vision that inspires me
The reality that delights me
Angela, you are the one I desire
The only one I adore
The one I want forevermore
The Love
Of my life
Your eyes lure me in
My heart beats to a passion beat
Lips wet with sunlight glistening on them
My love for you pulls me in
Deeply loving you
With arms caressing your soul
To folllow you whole
To preserve my soul
Love light from God
With kindness and true love binds us
Together in this world
To the end of time
My love will never yield
I only want you, my Love
My Love
Angela Lansbury has perished after living for nearly ninety-seven years.
In 1948, she starred in "State Of The Union" and "The Three Musketeers".
When she starred as a murderess in "Please Murder Me!", her co-star was Raymond Burr.
She is best known for starring in "Murder, She Wrote" and people will always remember her.
She starred in "Death On The Nile", "Lace" and "The Mirror Crack'd".
Angela became famous because talent wasn't something she lacked.
Many will remember her as "Jessica Fletcher" which was a role that she portrayed for many years.
Angela is dead and when her friends and family attend her funeral, they will grieve and shed tears.
[Dedicated to Angela Lansbury (1925-2022) who died on October 11, 2022]
Our oldest daughter will be here on Sunday, Father’s Day.
I will fix something tasty.
She will give Daddy a present and a card.
It will have all kinds of hand-written compliments in it.
Best Daddy in the universe, my hero, that kind of stuff.
He will take his food into his office to eat.
A refrigerator room.
He keeps it on freeze in there.
It had three windows.
Now it has central air and three window air conditioning units.
I know it cannot be over thirty degrees in there.
Baby will probably follow Daddy in and try to talk to him for a bit.
I will set the timer to eight minutes.
Carry her stiff body out.
She will be as hard as a cardboard cutout.
We will spend the rest of the day visiting while she thaws.
Angela
Adorn in my eyes
Beauty beholden to my heart
Sultry curves lay
Waiting for finger tips touch
Curves of beauty glisten beneath
Droplets of dew fall to her skin
Her pink petals - bathed in oil and dew
My heart pitter patters to her beat
Ravish tempo -
Skin on skin with warmth pulsating
feverishly
A gentle touch to her curves ?
Soft whispers fallen on to her ear
The thoughts that love understands
Meaningful words that percolate the meaning of our Love.
In all the highs and all the lows
Our Love -
magnetically charged hearts by the chemistry of us
I am wearing my red white and blue stars jacket.
It is totally patriotic, and this is Veteran’s Day.
A bunch of children have spotted my daughter’s picture in military uniform.
One asks me “is she still alive?”
She was this morning when she asked me not to text her at five a.m. I replied.
How old is she? One of them asks. She looks old – seventeen.
She is forty-nine and a half, but I look at her photo.
She was twenty-two I say. Not willing to tell them her current age.
It is difficult to be forty when you have a forty-nine-year-old daughter.
Angela Lee was her Name Acrostic Poem
Angela Lee
Name of an angel
Gone from Heaven
entered the earth
Looking for me
Angela
Lee
Even now
Everywhere I go
Was she heaven sent?
Always appearing in my dreams
She was there one day
Here she stood
Ever in my mind
Rarely gone away
No matter what
Always by my side
Married her
Ever since that date
New Acrostics
Date at bottom 9/5/2021
At the end of your title put “MIA” (for Message in Acrostic)
Angela the archer was a romantic, who shot cupid arrows.
Her family thought she was out hunting quail or duck.
She was matching up love matches in the land of Farrows.
The couples would stay together if she had the most luck.
Angela was given opportunity by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.
She would say, don’t match this young lady up with any old dope.
This sage entity watched the activity from her throne room above.
Angela always let the arrows fly, along with buckets of hope.
Angela couldn't stop thinking about the danger
It was just so warm and pretty
But she could never forget that she's an angel
That so endearing, Angela encountered a fact she's alive, not dead
She found herself feeling rather guilty
Angela couldn't stop thinking about her sin nature filthy
Later, Angela was spooked by a demon
He is such a devil
But she could never forget the demon
Douglas is his name he tried to distract her slash her
Indoctrinate her
Angela couldn't stop thinking about the maker
Alpha and Omega
Angela couldn't stop thinking about her sin nature filthy
Still found feeling rather guilty
Angela nosedived like a perfect angel never ending be
Her mind turned into a pity
Angela so pretty it was her duty
To reject Douglas Demon she shouted out Satan git thee behind me
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Feared by all to be dead
when a burning coal hit her forehead
struck by a boot that felt like lead
bleeding profusely smiling she said
not their fault if deranged is their head
by love she was healed and led
from her necessity she clothed and fed
gave dowry to couples to be wed
for animals much compassion she had
when the dog was struggling so bad
from a bone in the throat and no med
her bare hand took it out and how glad
Muffy's joy in his motions could be read
sheepdog feasting around her shepherd
like sunset lowering herself in bed
smiling her closed eyes said:
she is dead.
Unstoppable her love even dead
as I drowned in my guilt she said:
"Franca what are you saying? I'm grateful to you
and for you I will pray."
Her voice more beautiful than morning bell
the splendor of her love no words can tell.
She was my mom and it’s all true what I said
after Richard Garcia A Letter, a Number and some Punctuation
Poemuzine April 7 presentation prompt
Angela Lee came to me
out of a dream she came to me
she walked out of my dreams
eight years after I first dreamt of her
she finally came to me
it has been 38 years now
that she has been my wife
the love of my life
and every day
I recall the dream
of meeting her
she has brought me much to my life
this love of my life my wife
but the most important thing
she has brought to me
besides her endless love of course
is $
massive amounts of $
as she has made me
richer than I could have ever imagined
turning every day my $
into many more $
They say that a man
should marry a woman
born in the year of the Pig
for pig ladies are incredible
at managing $
and if you are so lucky
you will be buried in $
first gaze upon my child's cherubic face. . . knowing immortal love
Jan. 26, 2019 for the Heavenly Monoku Contest of Kim Rodrigues
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