When I threw the wee unhandy gloves away,
The smiling little cold hands watched the display,
And the clock struck ‘high five’ and chimed ‘hooray’
Putting gloves on small hands can cause much dismay,
No more small fingers to get stuck or go astray,
When I threw the wee unhandy gloves away
Mitts slide gracefully upon small hands without delay,
Grown-ups - think of the precious time saved in a day,
And the clock struck ‘high five’ and chimed ‘hooray’
Before, ten minutes less coffee time – not okay!
I wrote to my local politician that same day,
When I threw the wee unhandy gloves away
In a fiddly box little fingers cannot sway,
With Mitts there is space for growing hands to sashay,
And the clock struck ‘high five’ and chimed ‘hooray’
Gloves relegated to the bin to stay,
Consignments of mittens now on their way,
When I threw the wee unhandy gloves away,
And the clock struck ‘high five’ and chimed ‘hooray’
Date: 05/01/23
Contest: Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens
Sponsor: John Lawless
Hatred comes in many a grade.
Divergent backgrounds will leave some swayed.
Aggressors will rarely share the facts.
They hide and trawl and wait to attack.
Kindness is not found in their hearts.
Antipathy and malice tears them apart.
They look around for power to gain.
Depraved contending is now their game.
Rogues will come and rogues will go.
Sadistic victimizing is now their goal.
Awfully imply they test our decrees.
These fainthearted consignments are never pleased.
...my reality ceases to run marigold flowers burn
Running along the green horizon
The earth, and every common ground,
Awesome to me just beautiful, hey...
Paralleled in celestial light,
Galaxies surround greys hues of purple brights;
thousands of aeons of yore;-
Churn planetary consignments birth born
O' northern star, my darling your northern skies
By night or day,
The things which I have seen in you
So black, purple, so blue now can see no more
7/24/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Do you feel the heat?
It's called chemistry...
I want to give you a treat
in this mall of mystery
It's time to preview
some magical moments
and have a good view
of our love's consignments.
Don't break anything
if I let you in...
Don't lose everything
if I let you win.
Don't give me something
you won't take.
Don't fake anything
you cannot make.
I am not a player,
Don't act like a coach.
I know you are a slayer,
but let's try this approach:
Listen to my heart's symphony,
it's in harmony for you.
Don't create room for cacophony,
My heart's a throne for you.
I am not scared of our scars,
as we grow in love we'll get better.
This is not a wish upon the stars.
Take this as my first love letter.
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