When crossing the road
or walking the sands
come rain or shine
we'd hold hands
less a habit more by design
I'd gently enfold yours in mine
and while sitting on the sofa
always held you tight
wrapped my arms around you
as we kissed goodnight
then dancing to the music
you were the Belle of the ball
it looks to me we seem to be
in a holding pattern after all
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, you are totally gorgeous, and your heart is open
Why would you waste your time on a lying, cheating scoundrel?
You are the kindest woman I know. Your compassion is unconditional.
Tonight you are the belle of the ball, so enticingly wickedly sexy.
Can’t you feel the looks you are getting all around the room?
The women want to be you, and the men want to be with you.
You are gorgeous in this red satin evening gown. Those shoes are a delight.
How can we find you the right guy? Let’s make this right!
Lisa, take it from your bestie, you can do much better than that clown.
You have a sense of naughtiness tonight that would bring a hound down.
But you already have a hound waiting in the wings, my friend.
Let’s find a real man with a heart for you instead. You are the bait.
Once Clara arrived, and she beamed with pride -
Applause, after all they were horrified…
In Autumn, a fall;
The Belle of the ball;
The dance of her life, where she could have died.
To cry is a shame and to laugh is lame.
For once down the stairs (do you know this dame?)
She stumbled a waltz…
Could you get her salts?
She’d dance with the stars and a solid frame.
There once was a lady
confined to her bed.
The other alternatives?
Best left unsaid.
She’d danced with the demons,
the belle of the ball.
Kisqali, Abraxane,
she’d sampled them all.
Enhertu played tango
at least for a while
Til Master Trodelvy
tapped in with a smile.
Exhausted, she holds off
the devil in red;
what he has in mind
is best left unsaid.
No, she’ll take the bridegroom
when he comes to call,
For he sees her beauty
though wasted and small.
And I’ll let him have her
though I’d be remiss
to send her off heavenly
sans one last kiss.
Though I’d like an answer
a voice in my head
says although you can, sir
it’s best left unsaid.
They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles shedding
the moment I've been dreading
limp lonely forgotten neglected
not long before I'm ejected
and two weeks later here am I
a sad and sorry sight to behold
enough to make one cry
discarded by the side of the road
wasting away out in the cold
alas this is the fate awaits us
to make the children smile
here today gone tomorrow
born to sparkle but for a while
The opposite view
Unipolar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one can equal
Her democracy is the bride that has
become domineering and not let in
the bridesmaid
Not even getting married if she thought her
the rule was somewhat diminished
Her attitude causes friction; others wanted
to leave to go find their own happiness
This includes Miss Russia who was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
the fun of and dismissed.
Surprised, we were when out of the shadows
grew and demanded an equal place on the in
the beauty contest, where women in cowboy
hat ruled
but the domineering woman had to grow and
the woman in the cowboy hat
knew Miss Russia had to be subdued rapidly
and set out to ruin her reputation to preserve
her hegemon, she said, was a gift from God
the white deity who loves Miss America
The people at the wedding
a subdued, Miss Russia would be allowed
to exit as a junior partner if she helped to catch
miss China, whose beauty was fabulous
not seen for two thousand years
The woman in the cowboy hat could once more
be the belle of the ball
At one time she was the belle of the ball
Those days are over
Way over
Most of her classmates are gone
She has buried four husbands
She tries to be sophisticated
Puts on airs
Considers us her servants
She has lost her fortunes
All five of them
She does not remember many things
We working for free now
Most of us do not mind
She was truly generous when she did have money
Fluttering tissue paper colourful painted Lady
Belle of the Ball Queen of the day
Shows her colours
In a flirtatious exotic dance
Entice the flowers
To open and display their open tender hearts
To her will and command
As a brazen harlot who beaks the resistance
Of a snared inflamed captured man
Such sweet irresistible temptations
Are part of her occupation
By day
Now she has taken
She now flys away
The moth takes over the next shift
During the night
The allured
By light.
A PLEASURE OR NOT?
As he approached her across the hall,
She felt she must be the belle of the ball.
He was handsome and watching him dance,
She never dreamed she would have a chance.
And as it turned out, she was right.
He marched straight past her into the night.
Heart full filled with sweet
belle of the ball
dish in the sink
amongst the china
peach of the bowl
embraceable
sweet nectar luster divine
simply tart
brisk REVELANT
for children young at
-heart-
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
The sound of a piano drew me to you,
as your captivating smile lit up the room.
I fell in love; there was nothing I could do
but breathe you in — like an exotic perfume.
A southern rose, you were the belle of the ball,
a budding bloom — the most beautiful of all.
So, through an unpredictable whim of fate,
my love for music led me to my soulmate.
Now years have danced across our quiet floor,
while every step’s a promise we renew.
I do not fear what time may hold in store
as long as every step is shared with you.
We found our cadence in a simple key,
a quiet chord that set our spirits free.
The melody we found will never fade,
a timeless symphony that heaven made.
A flamingo asked a fer-de-lance
To be his date to a high school dance.
"Oh, you don't want to go with me.
I've neither arms nor legs, you see."
"No problem there", flamingo said,
"You can still play the perfect role.
We'll enter the limbo contest,
And you can be the pole!"
I want to tell you something
Something that may seem
To be just idle chatter
But you I don't just flatter
Now you may think I'm biased
But really it's the truth
The former is the latter
My words I don't just scatter
I think you're the most beautiful
Girl I've ever seen
The kind of girl that lives inside
The film reel of a dream
And though at present moment
I only get to look
That doesn't mean inside my head
I'm not writing a book
It's a romance story
It's not fiction at all
It's all about a troubadour
And his zeal for the belle of the ball
Fast forward to the ending
It's what endings are made of
They walk into the sunset
Together and in love
Original
MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE?
He didn’t think he had a chance
When he asked the belle of the ball for a dance.
She would shake her head and stay in her seat,
For everyone knew he had two left feet.
But she didn’t stay seated, she stood up tall,
Turned on her heel and fled from the hall
A PLEASURE OR NOT?
As he approached her across the hall,
She felt she must be the belle of the ball.
He was handsome and watching him dance,
She never dreamed she would have a chance.
And as it turned out, she was right.
He marched straight past her into the night.
Two lovely ladies were walking down the street
Said one to the other, “Wouldn’t it be neat
If my husband gave me some expensive perfume?”
In reply, the other said, “What a message, I think,
Suggesting, in the most subtle way, you stink?
I would much rather have a beautiful mink coat,”
“So,” her friend responded, “that you can gloat?”
“Not at all,” her companion replied with subtlety,
“Because it would be ever so becoming to me.”
“Think of all the minks who would give up their all
So that you might become the belle of the ball,”
To which the former did not hesitate to reply,
“What better cause for the little creatures to die?”
“Such vanity!” --her friend whispered with a sigh.
written December 4, 2021
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