I walk through the garden
spying on the flowers,
to discover the secret
of the beauty of colors...
I observe the signs,
all the time...
from January to January,
every season...
but I focus closely
studying spring
to know deeply
the subject of beauty...!
AA big mountain, neat poet, and so nice educated person!
We are either being educated
Or teaching
We are either being sought after
Or seeking
We are either engaged in a race
Or walking
We are either being attentive
Or talking
We are either intrigued by a rescue
Or being delivered
We are either exercising our consciousness
Or being chased by our whispers
We are either making use of our options
Or being victims of our circumstances
We are either being guardians of each opportunity
Or being inspired by second chances
open up be hushed
to hear what the wind whispers
in attentive ears
Translation
~Her Attentive Daughter~
Before winters sun; she awakes.
A nice, warm, shower, is her habit.
In plaid slippers to the kitchen she
then goes.
To prepare breakfast for her family
The dog also begging to be fed.
To see how her convalescing Mother
is doing!
In this California land, touched by the
lightest of God’s earthquakes.
Daughter is attentive to make sure her
Mom takes vitamins and tablets.
Later, they watch choice movie shows.
To her , their love is primary.
Then, after a short walk places her
lovingly in bed.
She realizes, not, it leaves her Mother’s
grateful heart leaping.
Rhyme end scheme as follows in both
stanzas:
a,b,c,d,e,f
12/18/2021
Absolute attentive awesomely amazingly,
uplifting attendant angel's admiringly approaches- Amen~
12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
hips swivel, i shimmy
over to spouse,
my finger seriously
pointing at him,
sure sparkling eyes.
my pointer aiming
his way, wanting
its way with him.
my darling’s attention,
intentionally on me -
my lips close in
on my lover,
i sing,
“i want you…”
mindfully pointing
at him,
my finger taps
onto my wrist,
“...to tell me what time it is.”
i smile. i wink.
i’ve been playing
with him.
he’d reminded me
that work’s shortly -
we’d been watching
‘70’s Dean Martin Roast.
you get the picture -
i had fun with him,
the roast’s on him.
2/11/2020
Mans best friend
I will love you until the very end
My dog my friend
Nothing about you was pretend
Since you were a puppy
Always playing tough with me
Bringing the best spirits out for all to see
Attentive and loyal from the very start
You are in life with so much heart
By my side for some of the best parts
You are impossible to outsmart
Howling at the moon after dark
Always willing to go for a walk in the park
Singing out with your serious bark
Constantly in the water like a dart
Most of all you take care of me unconditionally
Constantly showing your loving affection
Wired with an overjoyed connection
With mans best friend and big wet kiss
Puppy eyes I would sure miss
My dog I wish could be with me for eternity
Running happy and free
Unconditionally always loving me
Ready to run an extra mile
Or just sit on your lap for awhile
My dog who always makes me smile
Mans best friend
I will love you until the end
My dog my friend
There’s a difference in a restaurant,
Which I’ve lately been discovering,
Between attentive service
And what I think’s more like hovering.
If your beer or wine glass empties,
Yes, it’s nice if they inquire
If you’d like to have another
Or there’s more that you desire.
Yet if posed by different servers
Once or twice or even more,
It’s like folding up your napkin
As you seek the restroom door.
I like waiters who will notice
What you eat and when you’re done
But you’re left to your devices
Once the main course has begun.
It’s a fine line to distinguish
Who will let you eat in peace
Or which waitstaff is in need of
Certain culinary police!
Accept no truth seen through another's sight
But till the light within your sweeter seed;
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
The wise man knows the origins of blight
Begin when "want" of man is seen as "need";
Accept no truth seen through another's sight.
Too often man is blinded by a bright
Embellished myth converted to a creed;
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
When man depends on allegory's might
To cast out fear the truth must then recede;
Accept no truth seen through another's sight.
When men of reason gather to recite
Mythology as truth the truth will bleed;
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
The masses are deluded day and night
As they upon each other's error feed,
Accept no truth seen through another's sight
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
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