Best Gloriously Poems
Two-thousand miles to my destiny
Leaving all I'd ever known, behind,
I traveled across the Nation.
Tears flowed as I waved to them
Still standing at the station.
He'd said he'd be the first in line
When I reached my destination..
If he wasn't there, what would I do?
My cash I'd have to ration.
The year was nineteen forty one.
No one had any money.
But I had the utmost faith in him,
The one who called me Honey.
The train pulled in, my love was there.
The cloudy skies turned sunny.
There was no doubt we'd soon be tied
With the bonds of matrimony.
I don't remember any flowers
And gay ribbons were not rife.
No family and friends were with me,
Our wedding cake was a Duncan Phife..
But my wedding was splendrous and special
Because it made me his wife;
Though only strangers were there to see
The start of our happy new life.
March 5, 2016
gold butterflies in noon fields
of sunflowers and daisies
greet black-eyed susan delight
yellow warblers sing
in the heart of hot summer
the song lives on forever
on the blooming paths of time
tales of summer love
Gloriously "FAKE" Early Boyhood
Yah, ma brew their,
and American sister golden hair -
afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
yea when yar whiz jist a bay
bee, hun me
verily hoppy goo
loo key lil boy whar 'r each day
o'r flowed with giddiness oot nar the
secluded Harris estuary
frolicked amidst muscled shoals
gnome hatter sky turned
f'ty shades o' gray
hawk cool when
barf heat squished sand
hall lung pristine beach hooray
ah...those memories (hmm...oh...well)
wii ch war newt mine,
boot bar rowed fur room Jay
son and argonauts cave his Oh kay
seance ah waz tip poor
tuff ford me own may
mar ease, noon thee lass nay
var tha lease, aye fain tis eyes hub boat
hoof "FAKE" sea
yuck rat passageway
along tha loon lee coo west
hove yar hug quay
thee pass sea if 'ick Ou shin sum
moo with as ray
dee aunt gull lass oon lake now win me
daughter ring auld age aye
wharf heal moss elf ill eagle
red dee tug hoe bye
bye, cuz hive eel
emotionally frenzied, harried,
and jangled as if
o'er dost hay'n reedy to die
on barb bit char writs eye
lichen to a class five
Saffir-Simpson Hurricane, no...no...no...
methinks oh pen hee van
thar iz a big oop stares "guy"
seen 'm once, when we booth said "Hi"
aye whiz juiced up t'har - me no lie,
what, a stripling lad,
(thus jist man hedge gin my
flat hand outstretched wheel nigh
fin gars call loess tug getter try
tou pet yar palm awk
coo pull hove feet
fur him tha floor),
now (NOT FAKE) chalk
wii ch hide id hawk
daring ma prime er skool daze
didst slip smooth white
totally tubular woo din
lock (like) thin small
round joint long stalk
con vein y'ant lee a'signed
tuck clap 'race ears oot side den maze
wen axed bite t'eat char, me Noah talk!
Ordinarily can't contain the truth
Of the openness goodness God has to choose
His righteousness blessedness just keeps me hanging on His promises virtues glorious glorious keeps me strong
And it won't be long
And it won't be long
Till I sing his praises
And it won't be long
His blessings keeps me strong
For all the ages
His openness goodness God has statues there's no luck
And his virtues you can't lose
I choose
To be righteously blessed and gloriously promised strong Never wrong won't be I'll keep singing keep singing his song
11/18/03
written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2003, 2019
Trials come and go now
Somehow smile during my own
Take a bow for now
Opportunities
Curtains close and open here
Possibilities
Positivity
Certainly can be joyous
Freedom’s liberty
Sorry swims in me
You are forgiven, mercy
Merci for mercy!