Best Aimee Poems
Sister Aimee
An angel in white floated down from the heavens
Onto a small farm in the northern land of Salford
Illumination and imagination combined
She was divine and with inspiration, sublime
Inquisitive eyes shone out from this beautiful creature
Her airs and twinkle surely from above were derived
She questioned the existence of the god, her creator
What child would not ponder the universe and nature?
She wanted to save the world
A one angel salvation army with a smile
A romantic with desires of angelic love
She was humble, her knowledge was from above
She knew the tongues of many men
Languages’ known, languages’ today unspoken
Her worldly desires to preach, affection to mankind
She became a Semple lady, united in humanity no matter how blind
Around the world
Singing praises of the lord
Malaria left her alone with child assured
A Star was yet to rise
Head strong and a heart of gold
Her children grew up with god’s undying love
She was not one to take a back seat
Her gift was her message; she delivered from a heavenly stage
In the city of Angels, a miracle born
The temple of Angels
The fiery flaming fascinating preacher of immaculate beauty
Would rise to god’s glory, a message to be celebrated and adored
On the shores of a beach long ago
The white angel of the lord disappeared from the shore
The devils monsters accused of devouring her whole
Her followers waiting patiently for a resurrection to show
The ultimate Kiss was to awake her
From south where the water is brown with evil sin
She wandered back to her own echoes
Now to be spectacular, heavens evangelical angel
A sensuous sermonizer, a preacher of love
She fed the poor during depressing times
Her hand would cure the sick and wayward
She brought the values of the ancients, to modern times
Angels often do not sleep
So in the year of 1944 she was recalled above
Her work her on earth a splendid score
Now in heavens, she leads the choir of angels
I cried along with you when I heard on the phone
Your first cries as you made yourself known
With little fists flying and a voice to be heard
You let everyone know, you would not be deferred.
With angelic eyes and a cute little nose
You were pink and rosy, right down to your toes
Everyone cooing, laughing and yes a tear too
For the new life and blessing on your day of debut.
With a head full of hair the color of fawn
Born in the morning just before dawn
You visited awhile and then went out like a light
An angel needs rest to shine that bright.
So welcome Aimee Michelle, we’ve waited so long
To have you with us; to hear your life song
Never doubt for a moment how much you are loved
You are our blessing that God sent from above.
*To my son who lost a son last year but was blessed last night with a daughter. I
couldn't be there due to illness so I only got to hear her first cries over the phone.
To My Daughter-in-Law,Aimee-Leigh.
What a beautiful name for a wonderful girl,
Who sets my heart in a whirl;
As pretty as a picture,a heart so big and true,
With a love so pure and perfect,sent out to me and you.
Contrite and sweet,proud and strong,
A melody,to a beautiful song;
Your always there, to show your love,
Just like an angel,sent from above.
It does my heart such pleasure,
Your ways I truely treasure;
As in this life,you find your way,
And also help others,along the way.
God saw my heart,He knew my need,
For the daughter-in-law,that I did plead;
I thank Him for each day,for your place in my life,
And,that my son,found a beautiful wife.
Your welcomed,in this family of mine,
Forever and always,till the end of time;
Thankyou so much,for your love and your care,
And for being my daughter,so true and so fair.
I'm priveledged to know you,as a daughter and a friend,
And to know,you are some-one,on whom I can depend;
God bless you today,and forever more;
And,know that I love you,of that you can be sure.
By Sharon.L.Leonard. 8th,November,2007.
Nothing compares to your beauty
Most noble flower in my garden
You bear no malice, having no thorns
To prick the finger
Of a blushing bride
You show us your beauty
In a delightful way
No wires to hold your bridal shape
This bouquet is how you were created
A delight to behold.
A delicate perfume
Do you emit
Subtle in its delight
So all who cast eyes on this beauty
Be enamoured by it's totality.
Penned April 6 2017
J'entends encore votre voix
Quelques nuits quand il pleut
Et quand tu parle, vos paroles sont plus belles
Que ceux de Dumas et de Voltaire
Je n’avais pas une chance avant vos yeux miroitants
Votre petit sourire timide
Et vos cheveux d’or comme une chute d’eau
Qui brille plus brillants que le soleil
C’est un mystère pourquoi personne ne voit
Comment chaque pouce de vous
Des cheveux d’or aux ongles de pieds rouges comme les rubis
Est plus belle que les paroles peuvent décrire
Cela, c’est vraiment un honte de chaque homme
Pour le soleil avec toute sa sagesse
N’est ni astucieux
Ni drôle comme vous
Et il ne peint pas les tapisseries
Que vous pouvez peindre sur le canevas
Et dans mes rêves
Où je souhaite encore que je
Puisse me souvenir ce que j'aurais fait de tenir votre main juste une fois
A caresser les rayons de soleil de vos cheveux
A goûter doucement les lèvres florales et à regarder aux yeux qui volent le cœur
Sans crainte, sans faiblesse Et maintenant, sans regret.
Mais maintenant je sais que je
Peux regarder vers le soleil
Avant que je puisse savoir
Vote beauté entière
A daughter silent grieving
struggles through her day,
A father so heart broken he
can't begin to say,
Shall all there days be filled
with pain,
And yet they never see,
That all the sorrow only speeds
what shouldn't have to be,
I miss her so with all my heart,
my prayers are all for you,
Please tell me that you love
me,
And I shall tell you too,
My one true wish shall always
be,that you shall one day see,
My love for you endearing, and
hope it sets us free,
To have the times that we once
had would fill my heart with
pride,
To feel your love so warmly, as
you walk by my side.
Garbage collector Aimee
Is an inspiration to me
Always dressed up neat
For her job, a big feat
Rings door bell with smiling face
Of her problems never a trace
Does a job that is dirty and bad
But never have I seen her sad
I can never do her job
At least not without a sob
I wish I were positive like her
Ever happy whatever may occur
For Clerihew Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Date: 1/9/2021
it's as good an apology
as I'll ever get. Red-handed
is a hard spot to be,
but you deleted it quick.
Although it had been there
since March of '24,
which just means your speed
was relative to matters of impending
consequence, not conscience.
Rest assured as inertia, I think you got it
before anyone could clock the line item
pixelating into oblivion,
the disappearing act of a fraidy-cat magician.
The irony of its genre being in your specialty
wasn't something I had planned,
but I didn't hate it.
Relax.
Your secret's still safe with me,
being as you acted so quickly
putting it all out there for me to see.
In other words, I saw you,
what I already knew, but made me
nauseated to confirm,
it was only when you were scared that someone
you think you've impressed
might go looking for the X, did you scurry.
Sit with that.
A poet looking to publish anywhere
has only their reputation.
And it wouldn't take a Sherlock Holmes
or a forensic metadata scientist
to resurrect your offense;
it feels like this is something to remember.
My greatest wish for you,
because of course you have your hand out,
is that you self-reflect, forever more keeping
my name out of your mouth,
off your fingertips.