Gathering floor runner lead
Devotion vows
Devotion vows
Castle bigotry
Bigot spigots
Coffee wastes
I collapse when the weather is bright and sunny
When I am needed, I am nowhere to be found,
On a rainy day I am always pointing to the sky
Without me someone’s going to get drowned.
written October 6, 2021
Weather nowadays
the moon in cultural gown
strives today.
Today is the first day of the flight from the rest of my life ~ Mask on...
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint
midst my modest apparel preference
adorned with elegance without restraint.
considering its Scottish reference
While promoting church fashion that’s wholesome
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint
such women-prayer warriors do welcome
as they seek God's grace; in faith, not to faint.
Accentuating nature in fabric paint
creating along fashionable flair
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint
showcasing clothing for Women’s Month fair.
Stylishly inspired with global feature
crafted uniquely against tribal taint
believing in good blending of culture
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint.
*1Timothy 2:9 In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel…
March 22, 2021
There was a polite llama from Peru
Who encountered a wild boar with the flu
Llama said, 'Please don your mask
If it's not too much to ask'
The boar sneered, 'I'll be hog-tied if I do'
Shadow's Dark Apparel
My shadow wears
A slaw sunlight rain falls
cloak’s darkness
raincoat
His hair is like matted cotton
hair as natural as a desert bush
my shadow is a cotton field
being rain on moist sticky
gummy blooms bushy
pearl white as the clouds
10/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Her shadow wears a cloak of Harbor
shoes that walks on water
draped in a shawl that covers the soul
clothes as bright and nurtures
her hair like a flowing scarf
that wraps around her vibrant heart
her shadow is a cloak of apparel
flowing as the winds
colors bright dark blue and black
Trait covering her spirit hole
4/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
seasoned apparel
fall has picturesque
donning and winter dress in
unembellished whites
2019 November 05
*3rd Place*
A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
C-herish
Y-our
N-ew
T-shirt
H-aving
I-conic
A-pparel
Topic: Poetess (Cynthia Buhain Baello)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
here me
here
me
i
say
ahh
danish
you say
excuse me miss
we have seemed
to have lost our kiss
ahh yes
here it is
beyond me
how this happens
your eyes have stunned me
as if to say your heart called me
what time is this that we have known
until now has there ever really been time
we dare you to kiss me
another slap
of
how
dare thee
ahh yes
excuse me miss
what is this an love letter
and an fine
how
do
you do
may we taste the newest lip style
gushing my salts to the point
of
hushness
she scooted closer to me
she scooted closer to me
she scooted closer to me an put her hand on mine
said
we don't have to dance
just look in my eyes
she musta seen
through an
part
of
me
mind got twisted
forgot how to breathe
fell on the floor with my hands on my neck
in walked her man kicked me in the head
as i looked down the barrel
thinking
what a way to go
choking
on
danish apparel
?
you don't need any glasses to walk into heaven
you don't need any shoes to put on your eyes
there'll be no marriages or devioce
no need to adopt children we're already here
won't need sunglasses for the Son or the Father brilliants
shines forever
won't need doctors cause there'll be no more sickness no more pain
won't umbrella for it ain't no more rain
the Father and Son shall reign together forever
all you need do is come on in
don't need a road map compass or GPX
enrooted routing to heaven's gate
no need for calling for reservations
won't need any fancy suit or tailored dress;
you won't even have to look your best
and the only address, you'll need
the place your looking for it's here called HEAVEN
you won't need no apparel won't need no apparel
the need of apparel for heaven is just bringing your SOUL
don't you wanna go
Santa Apparel
Once found myself over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Have heard if you love to be living
God said you should start giving
Learned how to wear Santa apparel.
Interesting. Limerick of course.
What type of poem do you call this? Jim Horn
Dead skin, brown and broken sits
Strung in a monstrous mishmash
Trodden down by pompous feet
And those that gaze may wonder
Why tortured skin
should be worn by a fool’s sinister foot
The dead era still walks free
Rapping coldly on the floor
Treading the path of righteousness
Though on occasion
Thieves set upon this broken body
To set it where men do not seek
Watching from on high
For the dead to reclaim the dead
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