Beloved be careful whose heart you maybe holding
Be in His love Father's love Always
Keep your mouth clear watch how you're spoken
Keep your mind clear keep it vested your truth
Be in His love Father's love Always
Are His true and well vested love flowing through you
When embracing God's children come and earnestly offering agape love
Be careful how you hold them they're fragile
Like a flower but love isn't love without God
Godly love is special do you know how hard
Be love to yourself first, to yourself
Your vessel love earnestly love your brother your sister love
Love God first keep the love in your heart
Be loving abd caring caressive evanescent and efficient
Be a blessing not a hinder always remember
That God's children a blessed and tender investing blessings, peace, joy and love the apage mission
Be in HIS LOVE ALWAYS
Be in the Father's Love Always
10/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
camouflage
calico cat
calm captivating cadence
cagey cajoling calculating
cantankerous capricious canny
careening caressive caviling . . .
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September 02, 2022
Poetry/Alliteration/camouflage cat
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1484-903-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliteration
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 09/02/2022
Third Place
Sweating body
Midsummer heat
Skies cloudy
Drying fleet
Caressive heat
Slick eyes
Wet hands
Body moist
summer heats up
9/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
His declaration of truelove,
Holds my heart like a glove.
Intimate breaths in my ear,
All inhibitions disappear.
Heartfelt secrets, sweet and tender,
Carelessly I surrender.
My dreams are being realised,
Soft choirs sing from the skies.
Caressive sounds I can't control,
As whispers reach my very soul.
Divine words that captivate,
Left me in this blissful state.
18.11.17
Whisper Sweet Nothings Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
The paint crawls like syrup tears
buttery beads of color seeping away exterior fears
an unfinished work of art starting to take shape
each stroke of freshly lathered walls freshens away the hate
edged canvases rich in luxurious motif:
mink grey, indigo midnight, burnt sienna, and golden leaf
the visage flows like evocative rivers of blazing scope
caressive and possessive of an insulating hope
the window's breath carries inside a scintilla of life
as it dines on the bones of a hapless world's locked out strife
four walls covered in the lifeblood of wretched cans
their contents released like water from broken dams
beneath the walls the brushes lie rested and still
their wooden handles paint stained and bristled
all the result of what started as yesterday's motivation
today my world inside four walls-- a painted salvation
February 24, 2016
How come I never looked like Hot Stuff in a sundress?
My sundresses by comparison look anemic and shapeless
My figure is not what it used to be (it is hopeless)
It’s fallen down, spread out and looks a trifle excessive
Hot Stuff’s figure is lush, provocative and caressive
Her sundress is stylish, vivid and really expensive
My secondhand garb lacks style and are oppressive
Maybe a sundress worn at seventy-five is not impressive
Whereas, Hot Stuff’s body and dress are “in your face” aggressive
Am I too hard on myself, too critical and depressive?
Let’s face it; I’ll never look like Hot Stuff in a sundress
Just thinking about it makes me manic-depressive
Hot Stuff’s look is suggestive and expressive
Whereas mine is age-regressive and inexpressive
I never looked like Hot Stuff in retrospect
Yet we all have “our day” in one way or another, I suspect
I had mine so it’s time to step back and reflect
(Kindly!) on our replacements without resentment
Wishing them splendor in the sun without impediment.
“The Sundress”
Carol Zic