Best Lydia Poems
When Lydia and I
resolved to climb that apple tree together
it was over -
not all at once, I still had a child’s love
for shiny distractions,
but when her long bare legs
arched over my eyes to gain the highest branch
it was over,
it was over next Spring, next-door girl,
next school term, next crush,
next hopeless infatuation.
O Lydia.
I hope you can find that naiveté again,
and that your apple tree has not died,
then perhaps in your mind's eye
you will climb it once more.
Lydia in Asian Games
Running wild in Southeast
Flying with burning flames
Pride from the East.
My Lydia, my Lydia,
You undoubtedly have contracted chlamydia.
During one of your sex-capades,
In a beloved city, somewhere in Syria, or India,
Or presumably from the talented guy,
You willingly met at the cafeteria in Nigeria.
maybe it was the Presbyterian at the meridian?
Oh My Lydia, my Lydia, you say its just trivia
Remember Olivia from Bolivia contracted diphtheria.
She customarily wore a bougainvillea in her hair.
After every consensual affair, with eccentric millionaires
I saw her today she looked worn and in despair,
Even though mature life was unfair, she still had a little flair.
and wore a fragrant flower in her flowing hair.
My Lydia, my Lydia what's that, you say, you don’t care.
Dear
round-faced
infant girl,
dressed in a long
white gown as satin
as her skin, tranquilly
lies resting in my arms. With
blue eyes softly shut, she seems to
blissfully slumber, unaware of
how innocently beautiful she is.
*The picture, of course, was Lydia on her blessing day
just a few months old. She is my youngest granddaughter
and just turned five years old after Xmas!
For the Gerber Baby Contest of PD
She is very slender and her eyes are brown.
Her hair is lovely, long and dark.
Sometimes she wears colors in her hair or paints her nails.
When I visit at her house, she often scurries away
to be with her own little visiting girlfriends.
Not too interested in Grandma any more,
she is eleven going on twelve.
Sometimes she comes with her sister to stay over.
She cannot scurry off; I have her full attention!
I enjoy giving her and her sister treats like candy and ice cream.
She especially likes great-grandpa’s Klondike bars!
She is growing so fast and even babysitting a lot now.
She will probably grow taller than even me or her older sister.
She is eleven going on twelve.
I was there for her birth three days after one Christmas.
I floated her around in a pool that following summer,
watching her large wonderful eyes, just staring straight ahead.
She was so calm; she is quieter than her sister
(but maybe not when she is with her girlfriends).
I’ve watched her dance in recitals where she sparkled
with more radiance than any other girl in her dance group.
Sweet notes she gave me now hang from magnets on my fridge.
Caring, fun and loving,
She is eleven going on twelve.
Nov. 5, 2019 for Beth Evans' 2 To 12 Poetry Contest
Her freckled face and long hair are caressed by a gold sun;
Lydia loves springtime, her adventurous spirit breathes joy,
and it seeks scented flowers awakened by the saffron dawn...
as she sings and plays a blue electric guitar praising His glory!
At noon she wears an amber hat which keeps off all sunrays,
and smiling she attracts crowds with keen interest;
" Play that song again! " It's a boy's first request...
" I will, cutie. " She answers with raw tenderness.
Lydia loves spring time, the smell of aureolin roses;
the lulling breeze dispersing dandelions on meadows
while singing the ballads she wrote on her travels,
and they appeal to those listening with starry eyes.
How lovely she looks in her cotton chartreuse dress,
how passionate she plays dreaming of being a success!
Lydia loves springtime when beautiful butterflies flutter by,
Oh, she would give anything to become one of them and fly!
He’s new to this district
And found us in prayer
All down by the river
Our burdens to share.
We women were needy
We women were dry
We women were hopeful
That God would come by.
And fresh from the harbour
There came this strange man
Who, serving one Jesus,
Extolled a new Plan
Where wrongs were forgiven
Where mercy held sway
Where lives were transported
From night into Day.
We clung to his message
Like bees to the bloom
And Glory, his Saviour
Had plenty of room
For more in His Household
For women like us
Who hungered for right things
Who longed just to trust.
And trust, my reaction
His stories, His Cross
His leaving the grave shrouds
His rising, Death’s loss.
I own now this Jesus
Relinquish my heart
Perhaps now my household
Could give Paul his start.
For all Greece is needy
And all Greece is lost
I will serve this Gospel
Whatever the cost.
(Acts 16: 12-15)
I first thought it just an old purse,
hand-tooled- child sized-
with braided leather strap and aged patina-
purchased in an antique shop
to hang on a wall or place on a shelf.
But something unexpected came with the purse,
it seems to have an id-
that draws and imparts deep melancholy-
that speaks to me over the years-
of a treasured gift from a loving parent-
a memento of happy days-
that blissful innocence could not foresee
ever coming to an end-
of tragedy and pathos- then old age-
of living with regret and dying alone.
What is this pervading id- the deep sorrow
that is sensed- to whom did it belong-
why does it linger here? The reason seems
very clear, I think I know the name-
is it She- the one inscribed…
Lydia Fiedler, Portland Expo 1905?
You may rest now Lydia- go in peace- and
know that your treasure is safe with me.
Beautiful it is
A fall that will always flow
Till the end of time
poem forth coming video now???
"Purple Lydia"
8/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Tears well from my eyes as I remember you today
Happy tears, I feel so deeply on the surface of my cheeks
Since the gravitational force of the universe
is what brings the water to the earth
I miss you already but hardly know you
I know all of your friends though
Tears fall from my eyes softly
Like the invisible rain we walked through
Laughing and crying as I write this
As I will when I read this
to you
I'll never know your depth
of Beauty
but you will always be my friend
PS. Amelia says hi
Can marrying Lydia
Be a good idea
Or one to shrug off
And from her keep off?
Lydia would men ride
In her Giant Pride;
Not blinking her eyes
Drop them chosen lies:
“From parched lands heard ‘squelch’;
Beer drinkers don’t belch!”
Is shunning Lydia
A Male Coward’s fear?
Her eyes on India
Like it should be “Now!”
She a sacred cow;
You to not ask “Why?”
For she shall still try!
What you and I eat
What you and I eat
We would at times heat
To killer germs beat:
With fire foes greet;
The Waiting in Wheat!
What you and I Eat
Strength obliges our feet:
Sportsmen who eye feat
Record still Plain Sheet.
When fail we to eat,
We could like sheep bleat
Shiver as during sleet.
And cooks die to meet
With a false embrace and smile
I brought you close to my heart
With false fetters I deceitfully bind
Your sweet emotions and mine
Oh! Lovely lady Lydia
Oblivious of the devil you ride
This serpent has no apples to give
This love is only an illusional Eden
I’m only after the breast of the milk
And after the honey between thighs
I seek the red berries of your lips
And the warmth of your soft flesh
I scribbled down many promises
To purchase pleasing pleasures from you
How skillful are this crafty hands
Moulding truthful tower with bricks of lies
How sweet flowers fade so soon
A love like mine will tell
It’s a pity you loved me so true
And l wasn’t in love with you
Lydia could be any lady, mother we know
She had a business of selling purple
Made money for her family yet
Was generous to other believers and friends
if they needed somewhere to stay she opened her home to them.
She cooked meals, cleaned and listened to the disciples
learned all she could of God's plans and words
Lydia was rewarded by being able to share in
Paul and Silas' miracle of being released from prison by the hand of God.
The guards were converted to believers due to the earthquake that loosed the chains of
Paul and Silas, yet they did not escape the jail. Which would cause the guards to be
executed. Yet the guard and his whole family was converted to believers through this
incidence. Paul and Silas were released of any charges at this time.
Do you believe God is in control? I do!!
From Acts chapter 16 of the KJV
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've waited years
for an answer and certainly won't give up now,
you can be kinder than you've ever been:
I've struggled through the hardest of times:
feel sorry for me, don't let rejection grow,
no man should be on his knees as I've been!
Nobody looks at you more than I do,
nobody admires you more than I do;
some guys promise you sweet kisses,
instead, I promise you a real Heaven:
all that offers days of true happiness...
can you turn it down with false pretension?
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've built a castle
and hasn't been washed away by the waves,
it's waiting for us and in there we'll live a fable
that a young storyteller has written for us;
you can guess you wrote it and why:
are you still undecided? Give it a try!
Lynda, don't desert me for life;
I care more than anybody you have met
rushing to conclusions is one of the biggest mistakes,
you have to end my emotional strife;
I've begged enough and dreamed of a rainbow at sunset...
it has rained enough and now it's time for sunshine and smiles:
run with me and let's find the joys that'll be finally ours.