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Bungalow

I’m falling, falling for you, entangled
in your crisp and shapeliness, newfangled 
light and heaviness. Underneath I hide
the quiver of my chin, where smiles reside.
Innocence plays upon my lips, cerise,
the color of the maple, of Maurice —
you see i try to please all of my friends,
too many to count, to many attend.
I used to climb each

Categories: bungalow, autumn,
Form: Couplet

Bungalow Man Putting On My Shoes

I put on my shoes one foot at a time 
I slipped them on Bungalow Man by tying shoelaces 
I stand I walk on after I stand


1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

Categories: bungalow, adventure, character,
Form: Free verse

Dalliance In a Bungalow

dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and 
no longer is mine demure

felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty

that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day

for when the gossamer web of amorance 
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
 
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our

Categories: bungalow, 12th grade, beauty, desire,
Form: Free verse

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Lullaby In a Bangalore Bungalow

kine eyes of the moon
lamb’s blanket of starlight
rich dreams til sunrise

9/30/2018

Categories: bungalow, dream, sleep,
Form: Haiku

Our Bungalow

We thank God for our bungalow
And its gorgeous views
We thank Him for this peaceful place
He knew which one to choose.

We thank Him for our needs He's met
While living in this place
And all the joy He gives us both
We thank him for His grace.

Categories: bungalow, happiness, peace,
Form: Rhyme

Bungalow Couple Redux

Bungalow Couple Redux


They weren’t talking at all, back then.
Deep in that house, they were conceiving their dwarfs,
not talking at all, back then.

And they’re not talking at all, right now.
Still in that house, they rearing their dwarfs,
not talking at all, right now.

And they won’t be talking again.
When the dwarfs break out they’ll stay in that house,
not

Categories: bungalow, sad
Form: Free verse

Welcome To the Bungalow!

Welcome to the bungalow of tender Isabel
Where we got so many cherry sparks,
Santa Terpsichora now is sitting with a pal
Drinking under the portrait of Richard Marx!
Many times repeat the words of very jolly song:
'Fly and dream about tender love!',
Feel here good and have all our funny moments! How?
Yes, let smile and kiss - we really

Categories: bungalow, family, children, people,
Form: Classicism