Best Fondly Poems
Where the aura shines in subdued tones
Overlooked tones were these
Purple...murmured brilliance
Austere vivid visual
Captivating subtly... smiling shyly
Deflecting the praise
gliding through days, easily flowing
floating
Lovely, imperfectly graceful
Cries on whim, laughs like songs
Affectionate laugh....contagious laugh
I love to make her laugh
Selfless, sensitive angel
arms wrap delicate
nurturing, healing embrace
See's unseen, unsaid and solves...
...somehow
Selfless, sensitive angel
arms wrap delicate
I long for your embrace
My Mother-In-Law
Her last years, were on the Internet spent.
Loving chatrooms and then...Mother found a poetry site.
Heavens! How excited was she!
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Thus, she spent her waning years writing poetry.
How she loved mankind and her fellow-poets!
She signed her comments, with "Love, Helene."
Poets had no idea in a wheelchair bound, was she!
Her poetry young and vital, like a blooming cherry tree
One day Mom was hysterically crying.
In her mailbox, a threatening email did lay.
Sent her by a far younger, enraged female poet.
Who, oh so wrongly, accused my Mother of being after 'her' man.
As if these dying woman, could cross an ocean.
What did the frenzied poet think?
An older, sick woman was Peter Pan?
I did my best to calm tearful Mother down.
Oh, I wanted to choke this female poetess clown!
Mom is in her grave now~ sorry to say.
But, now I find myself, just like her in love with poetry.
it's such pleasureable play.
The world so full of jealousy,envy, greed and hate.
And we humans, don't understand, this will not end
Until this world is gone and we stand at heaven's gate.
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Just be kind and generous to one another.
We act as gods who foolishly think,
We can bring peace and the world together?
That will happen one day, read the Good Book!
Lighten up, respect each other and stop acting like a
foolish, egotistical, enlightened schnook.
February 11, 2020
2:15pm PST
Remember Me Fondly!
The way you remember me; I hope will be with joy, happiness and love. I hope you will smile, laugh and share stories. When my life is finished and I am gone; I hope to leave a bit of sunshine in the forest, gentle waves that splash the ocean shore, and a song of hope that fills you with warm and loving thoughts.
The way you remember me; when you look up at the sky and see beautiful clouds, I hope you will think of me! When a breeze passes by chilling you ever so lightly, maybe you will wonder if it was me. When I pass away and am here no more, I hope thoughts of me will brighten the darkest of days.
The way you remember me; hopefully is such that nothing will dim the love I had for you. When you hear laughter It’s then I pray; you will think of me.
The part of me I leave behind; I hope will bring love to your heart, a beautiful song for your thoughts, and a tingling to fill your soul. My wants and desires are that; no tears of sadness or regrets will fall, for when I leave this world behind, it’s the way you remember me that will be my legacy!
Debbie Knapp
I remember being in my crib, hugging a soft Teddy Bear.
I remember, my Mother, so young, reading poetry to me.
I remember being a wee girl, dancing, in front ot a tall mirror.
I remember my first school leather bag, with my initials in gold.
I remember crowning flowers on Mary on May first, in second grade.
I remember my fear during blackouts….during World War II.
I remember my hands holding a rosary during my First Holy Communion.
I remember the exquisite joy, rolling down hills of crystalline, white snow.
I remember the sweet joy of church carnivals with my friends.
I remember Saint Mary’s church bells ringing without fail.at noon.
I remember a life with no TV, and great radio shows about books.
I remember the wonderful sound and smell of silver cap guns, going off.
I remember waving flags at parades, Panagiota, so proud to be an American!
I remember the uncles who went to Europe in uniform, never to return.
I remember the joy of playing Cowboys and Indians.
I remember a world free of political correctness, where respect ruled.
But~ my best memory is indeed, yet to come!
1/14/2023
I was 17
She was 15
Her name was Fondly
Yes, she's somebody's daughter
So I went to her house a calling
I knocked on the door
And Fondly opened the door I speedingly said
Is your father at in is he at home
Could you go get him
Yet before she left
I gaze upon her scarlet bronze eyes
And in that moment
That one second, we bonded, connected
I couldn't replace that moment
She left to get her father
I gasped whispered to myself I hope her father likes me
Her dad came to the door I said good evening sir...
Hello Mr. Johnson
He immediately said hello son what can I do for you
I didn't reply I said Mr Johnson hi my name is Derek and I'm in love with your daughter but sir I honestly can say I can wait until she's of age so we are both young
And to tell you the truth when she's 21 I'm coming back here to ask you for her hand in marriage
But until then sir I'm going to do all my due diligence to be humbly polite treat it like a queen so one day should be my wife so Mr Johnson Grand and as I came in he told his wife honey you better set another plate for dinner I think my daughter has now and in the future a good man or winner
Come on in son and sit down
Let's talk now about presence-tense
And also those future plans for my princess
9/14/74
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1974, 2021
within the warmth
within the wall
jubilant echoes
stirring up the years
so soft assuring
a nice thing they
protectively keep
on bookshelves
by the study lamp
paperweight conch
timeless age fondly
framed snapshots
a nice thing they
protectively keep
like rare pearls
loveliness exotic
soft tinge mystic
memories glint
shale stone flint
a nice thing they
protectively keep
Every work of art ever made
Was conceived in pain, I think.
It is beautiful on its own,
Pain,
But to think that a soul could be so twisted,
So damaged, so worn
And bent
And wrung,
And then, gather itself together,
Enough to make something-
Anything-
It is more than beautiful.
It is beauty.
It is why so many artists are so sad.
Making poetry doesn’t hurt people-
Hurting people make poetry.
A Deer Loves Squirrel fondly Follows - A Haiku
beautiful morning
A romantic deer wallows
after the squirrel
3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Your gentle touch,
sparks myriads of,
memories secretly lodged,
sequestered on queue,
awaiting slender threads,
of poignant smile so warm,
heartfelt dispensation without strain,
at platforms, bus stops, meeting points,
that simple please excuse benign tone,
amidst the daily lifestyle jostle,
to raise the flustered traveller,
from self-imposed scarlet blush,
when items from stuffed bag vanish,
only for my conscientious aunt to interject,
is this item yours if I may ask?
such a genuinely generous citizen,
it’s that pleasure for me now to recall,
fragments of distilled recollection,
return as simple cordial gesture,
from vaults where vital matters lay
Sensuous speed says
Prize poignant play
Dazzle dream dance
Craft cheery chance
Live lovely laze
Choose charming craze
Seize silly stakes
Moist musky makes
Grand glimpses gift
Lasting light lifts
Touch tasty thought
Ply precious plot
Meet motive meek
Sensuous spoils seek
Fondly face fear
Charm clusters cheer
Nimble nook niche
Reap rapture rich
Question ***** quest
Browse blessings best
Joy juices jest
Faith fashions fest
Leon Enriquez
25 January 2018
Singapore
You said goodbye ;
I asked why;
He said you need a moment he will confident tear she'll cry;
She said goodbye;
I would ask why;
Finally you would try ;
I would cry why;
Why you go;
Why you gone;
What went wrong;
I thought about it everyday;
While on my knees I often pray;
Why you left why are you gone;
What went wrong;
Sorrow song ;
Fondly gone
Don't want to live with those feelings;
Disposed segregated feelings passions reeling;
Of what went wrong
I'd shed a tear;
And in each passing day;
My pride would have me say ;
Why have you gone away;
Finally gone I miss the good days;
Don't cry for me, but you're the one who left;
Aspiring breath;
But I'm still here;
And you are there, Where? Why did things turn out this way;
Why? I'd say;
Once together not separate but I am just a loss soul;
You left me alone ;
Why who knows ;
Separate ways left yesterday scorned;
Our life stalled;
You left me alone fondly;
Instilled love;
Fondly hints of still love;
Fondly Gone
Take a bow
Forever in your smile
The torments why don't you want me any more;
I don't know;
Your memory ;
Is now my only companion;
But I'm still here
and you're yet there;
What went wrong;
Now are swan song;
That made you finally,
Fondly, Fondly gone
4/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright.
If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty
And come into our “own right”.
I remember thinking how much fun life was, in the days I felt cute.
People were nice to me, at this time, I had never met an
ogre, the big bad wolf, or any other brute.
Life was easy, carefree, and I had a thin young lovely waist.
I was not rushed to do anything, but still, I ran around with haste.
As if I might run out of time, and I wanted to enjoy every single second.
Adolescence is a time I look back on fondly, thinking every moon was crescent.
Joy wears a face
So full of grace,
Cheer now can trace
Daze in this space.
Faith keeps wise date
With a full plate,
Watch timeless fate
Move never late.
Hope is the way
To live each day,
Let words frame say
With dreams for play.
Love knows my name
For truth speaks same,
Beyond all fame
In praise or blame.
Come seize this day
With fun that plays,
To find the way
Beyond mere say.
Leon Enriquez
27 April 2017
Singapore
Fondly the memories dissipated;
Nothing left but lost discerns and heartache;
Memories such one forgotten hated;
Gross bonding ne’ver more relates;
Away from sight darken light shuns low shines;
Letter markers express who’s laid to rest;
This who is beneath the grounds named so kind;
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©