Just give me the room now.' Be it ever so small
And crowded as anything.' Spilling into the hall..All because an Elephant entered
And stayed? we were told only for just 'two
Weeks.' As violins they played; But that
Was six years now gone.' And the feaces and food.! Are a great tax to shoulder' i hope you'll not think me rude.'? As i shout, Loud and clear;
Its a small space
YOU FAT ELEPHANT..! that it might dissapear.? Back into the tv? Or radio
Perhaps? And folks, i'll not be sorry for my
Actions..No not at all, that thing is just
real plain
stubborn..Someone must make the call.!
Everyday, anytime
I go through pains
It strengthens and sharpens me
Making me stronger and bolder
To strive and thrive relentlessly.
Everyday, anytime
I go through threats
It makes me courageous and fearless
Sharpening and awakening
My soul to venture amidst danger.
Everyday, anytime
I go through a test
It brings out my best
Resetting my mindset
Giving me rest.
Everyday, anytime
I go through defeat or deceit
It makes me wiser and smarter
Lighting my awareness
If you don't go through it
You won't know what it takes.
Fun time
Yum time
Doodle de doo time
Time for you
Time for me
Nothing but you and me ~
Wheeee!
No time to lose
More time to snooze
Just a kiss
That’s what I miss.
Ask your heart, what you can do in life
Ask your eyes, why can't see others for help
Is it because you don't have money
Is there all with material things
Do body language to inspire others
You have your charisma to energize others
Wear your smile to warm their days
Tap the shoulder for those in silence
Say hello to those you meet
Wave your hands to a friend
Send a greeting message thru text
Take a deep breath in the woods
Give alms to the poor at the street
Buy food at the corner to sustain business
Help the household chores and clean sorrounding
If you have excess money, help others to alleviate life
If you haven't anything, just stay good citizen
Always ready your hands, feet, talents and skills
To help others for emergency purposes and disasters alleviation.
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
Any failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
This morn I woke to a gloomy dawn; a cold rainy day
Off to the kitchen to find comfort in a cuppy Earl Grey
An anytime drink that warmly soothes the inside of me.
To calm anxiety, I often enjoy relaxing chamomile tea.
I smile at the aroma of Orange-Pekoe's rising steam,
with a hint of citrus zest, and a dollop of sweet cream.
Sometimes, I use raw honey instead of both of those,
if I brew tea made from fresh or dried hips of a rose.
Appealing is the amber liquid of Jasmine tea to taste.
Not a single drop of treasured tea ever goes to waste.
If the rain stops, I'll have another cup this afternoon,
in the shade of my garden since it's the month of June.
I don't dunk anything with crumbs into my teacup.
I prefer sipping Hibiscus tea in complete tranquility.
Perhaps, a biscuit or a scone if it's served on the side,
for having things float in my Chai... I cannot abide.
I liked it when you'd call me
We'd talk for just a while
And then when we would finish
It sometimes made me smile
To recall the conversation
That I'd just had with you
In disbelief it happened
A pinch said it was true
I love your voice when singing
I love it on the phone
I'd love to hear it always
I want it to be known
That what I know about you
Just resonates with me
The lens with which I look through
Sees how things could be
My darling spot is a grassy hill,
Where I go to hear the bluebirds thrill,
Sometimes in mauve marigold dawn morn,
As waking dreams are in stillness born!
Other times to taste hot noonday bliss,
Sweeping me off to the clouds' abyss,
Of red sunsets, or nights after nine.
That time's my accomplice, is just fine-
With nature dancing its borderlines!
Written on May 17, 2021
For: A Time for Nine Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
When is it the proper time to praise
Without not saying His name in vain
You can, you should praise the Lord our God
always
over
and
over
over
again
Don't be ashamed
To praise Him
Just praise His name
6/10/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Cracker Jacks are one of my favorite snacks in the world
I eat them anytime, including for lunch
I love them, especially since I was a little girl
They have popcorn and peanuts that go, "Crunch!"
and topped with the scrumptious goodness of caramel
there is a sailor boy and his doggie pictured on every box
Wow! That is swell
I can even eat them while relaxing and wearing socks
Race for Survival
Carry This ~ Struggle with That
Misdirection Circus
Anytime I want to…
So you think all I can write is romantic poetry,
well that is not the case I can assure you
I can write poetry on many topics and themes
any time I want to…
Sure, I am in love with the most amazing
woman in the world, with hypnotic maple eyes
and a smile that could light up the
dark side of the moon…
And yes, I find beauty in everything I see,
from an enchanting honeysuckle sunrise
to a euphoric star draped twilight sky
on a warm spring evening as fireflies
linger in the cool breeze and we sit together
mesmerized by our desires…
And of course I enjoy a whispering ocean,
melodic waves of turquoise and aquamarine
gently lapping upon a satin shore
in harmony with crystal azure skies
as my love and I walk along
leaving footprint mosaics in the sand…
But that doesn’t mean all I can write
is romantic poetry…I can write about other things
anytime I want to…
and I will…pretty soon…maybe tomorrow,
well tomorrows not a good day for me, maybe the next,
but you’ll see…
:)
broke down
in town
flat tire
desire
big smile
my style
hey man
who can
love me
you'll see
6/6/15
no matter where you go
this you sure know
i going miss you so
near are far
no matter where you are
kept this in mind
CALL ME
ANY TIME
Silent echoes pierce my mind;
As logic spins out of control and a blinding light illuminates;
The very vortex of most gathered conceptualities.
But I know one must not dally for long;
For it may disrupt continuance.
Perhaps like an atom that has mutated;
Both negative and positive; nuclear in fashion;
It dictates urgency for;
To terry too long could cause fusion and;
Thus desired direction becomes the whim of fate.
But these are only ramblings for;
There are no real answers;
There’s only the search for the way out;
Because this is only a piece in a puzzle depicting a vastness;
Too far beyond the reach of our current conceptions
And the echoes—it is the sound of we the repeaters;
Waiting for our time when choice might return.
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