Good New Day Dear One
Father reigns as it rains
His purposeful blessing anointing us
In beautifulness. Blessed assuring all we can eat.
Both spiritually and naturally.
Gives us love His Son and a Breath of Life.
We rise up into and onto
This His New Day alive.
We are His Children in Him graced,
The righteousness
there of, justified appointed and assured
In His Agape love.
May you be, in the Peace of God.
Amen
3/19/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
This year I am grateful for health
You do not appreciate it until you lose it
Which I did for a couple of weeks
Thank you lower respiratory infection
For allowing me the empathy to be grateful for health
It is 2023, so I am grateful that I still love my husband
We have been together since 1968, in high school.
He is the kindest person I have ever met
He has a keen sense of humor
And he puts up with all kinds of idiocy from me
I am grateful for my children and grandchildren
Each of them brings beautifulness to my life
Their individual talents and clever ways delight me
I am grateful they know how to entertain themselves
And they are fantastic citizens and deep thinkers
It is 2023, and I am grateful to my dogs – Sophie and Buddy.
Sophie is an old lady, who reminds me of my mother-in-law
I loved her so much, and miss her.
Buddy is a giant pony dog who keeps us guessing
Running in and out of his doggy door all night
Our lives are full, and so are our tummies.
I am grateful for great food, a wonderful job
My pay, which is a bonus
My co-workers and my boss
I am grateful for computer skills and my talents.
Thank you God for everything!
Imagine diving into a pool of broccoli
Oh the aroma and sensation
And then perhaps
A river of cheddar cheese
Emptying into the pool
Oh what a delight
I can smell and taste the experience
And then maybe a wooden fork
To start shoving all the broccoli
Down one’s throat
Oh the beautifulness
But don’t choke
Slowly enjoy the broccoli
Maybe rain will come
Showering with a vodka sauce
I just love my broccoli
bobbing apples on halloween
that pumpkin patch special is on
everybody else is eating peanuts
laughter is in the air like a joke with wings
acceptance is not a problem
respect is the norm and not subject for negotiation
comfort and joy are the only drugs of choice
beautifulness is realized in all and everything
the apple tree was in a good mood this season
green and red are so sweet in the sincere vibe of cooperation
all Kings are truly faithful to their Queens
the only cheating going on has to do with the apples being bobbed for on halloween
Some see hope is just a four-letter word
Vulgar a profitable and annoyance just
And seemingly torturous void but just as love
Love is also a four-letter word we put them both
Both together what have you heard
Violent abundant separated confusion lust
A lasting yet prominent non delusion virtuous
Do find The prominent measurement of time corruptible me the lip of the TV corrosive rain down from above and what of Lucifer yes he's the most beautifulness of all that's so endearing so I'm clearing he too had a different veering I'm trusting The Vault of righteousness jealous incapable of being decisive but yet you're fighting separated alluring prominent prideful a murderer or a liar can he to be redeemed like Mortal man or is he already chained up and abandon in this war we rage the rage is one when all is said and done what we have left is hope and love
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Jack Frost was on vacation, so he sent his daughter.
She gave the trees an extra sparkle; they looked sugary.
The icicles were beyond pretty; she is a girly girl.
Wanting to encourage her, he said nothing.
Also recognizing he might want to retire someday.
The trees are so sparkly! His mother said; it is a new world.
I might possibly pass the baton, he thought.
Realizing the joy this beautifulness was bringing to human
Death is beauty only when it’s physical and your –
Soul and spirit goes to heaven
Ugly is beauty causing you to recruiting
Beauty is just a name
For the selfish
And the immune
Beauty is beheld
And I shall not behold
~
Beauty is the newborn winkled baby
Beauty is newfound land you enable
Beauty is Lucifer Satan
For you see he was one of the most…
Beautifulness of all thee angels
~
Beauty is just a name, for the selfish
And unrighteous
To keep down the plain, normal, and quiet
For the selfish as immune
Beauty is beheld and behold
Beauty only beauty when it comes from within then goes out
When you know this then you can shout
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for February 25, 2020 assignment
For Class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
I love it when you laugh and smile,
At the same time, in my
delight I get sad.
Because I wish I could be the only
man while other men are animals
Àdùk?´, you're so beautiful
with those marks.
Don't be bothered about the city girls,
you got tribal marks not devil marks.
When you laugh I see a rihanna,
When you now decide to keep it
low I see a Michele Obama.
Àdùk?´ Onídìrí, follow me to the city,
I'll open a fashion hub for you
at the riverside of lekki.
?ni bíi ?kàn mi, please help
patch my broken ribs.
Àdùk?´ èmi ?w?n
When we've a daughter, we'll
name her Ar?`wà èkó (Lagos)
With your hands on her hair,
beautifulness will be a course
in the university.
Àdùk?´, dùk?´,
Shake those beads on your waist
for me and let's dance to Àpàlà
like sány?`rì ?`k?là.
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Olajire Damilola Muyideen
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They're on the wall is a self-portrait of me
In a small local art gallery
A small group of people looking at the picture
There are few who agree look at his Eyes
Look at his eyes
I show no smile no teeth lips put together
In awe and I wonder why are they still looking
Wondering still why are they still standing and continue staring
I'm still mesmerized and why they still categorizing
Yet to my surprise they still say as I asked why
They silently chant whisper and all look at his eyes
Look at his eyes
For the eyes are the mirror to the soul
Look at them they're so golden and round brown and bold
And all the world's dysfunction and turmoil
And if I if I can see he has peace in his soul
Whether this like knowledge to whether it is known
It is truly shown I can see it on the wall the painting of his face
Shows no shame no disgrace such a beautifulness
And it's all shown in his eyes in his eyes
He has the peace of God
In his eyes for you see this is my self portrait on the wall
08/20/2017
*** In memory of FRIEND'S son Dustin, I have decided to write a poem each day up to December 9. For December 9 is the anniversary of his death. I didn't know Dustin, but I wish I did. Here is poem #1.
He pushes back the curtains to let the light shine to your heart.
He hugs you tightly as a feeling of air is felt on your body.
He is in your heart,
Helping you to shine your light towards others.
He is part of your eyes,
helping you to see the beautifulness that he has left behind for you to show to others.
Dustin was a gift.
Something that was to wonderful to be set in a box,
But something that should be on a tree shining down on us like a Christimas tree angel.
The sweetest sound blowing
softly in the air,
When you’re outside crying life’s’
too hard to bare.
Quietly listening to the beautifulness
singing to my soul,
Sounding like a symphony saying,
“I’m here my love, you’re not alone.
“Alone is not at all what
you are…..
I am the light coming from
that falling star.
I am your hair of golden
locks,
I am the sparkle in your emerald
green eyes,
I am the music sung from a tiny
music box.
No need to shed your brilliant
diamond tears.
Remember my love………
I’m beside you here in
broken mirrors.”
Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode,
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.
What’s the use of living
When there’s no motive to do so
With life being so cheap
And peoples thinking even low
The reality of life
Still hidden from us
But no one’s here to
Explore it and create a fuss
Life couldn’t have been ever easier
And also couldn’t have been ever wicked
With its beautifulness crushed
Under the huge burden of the sicked
Peace was a word
Used in the ancient past
Now the word has
No meaning in any of the castes
Gone are the days
Of beautiful delights
Where people could enjoy
The brilliant night lights
The onset of everyday
Now brings in some new fear
Presence of guiltiness in people
Prevents even to summon their near
No one cares actually about
The essence of real life
Whose value they can’t realize
The fact being, they have lost their life
Architectural
Beautifulness calculates
Deforestation
By Robb A. Kopp
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