Soul deep, extra sweet
My Father’s feet
He walks onto the world
Without a care He’s Elohim
Soul deep on my soften heart
I love her for ourselves, His quietness
I love Him beyond my essence
Without a care He’s Elohim
Soul deep, extra sweet
My Father’s feet
He walks onto the world
Without a care He’s Elohim
Soul deep on my soften heart
I love her for ourselves, His quietness
I love Him beyond my essence
Without a care He’s Elohim
8/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a breath in mine chest it's the lord
The essence of the flowers sweet
My nose does smell, in my mind, soul, spirit all is well
There's a song in my heart it's from God;
Music from His eternal lips;
Melodies that just, jez- won't quit;
Higher praises I do bring;
My vessel voice I sing;
There's a song in my heart it's from God
Delight in me O Father;
Your light in me Oh God;
Invisible, invincible, conditional;
You're everso, worthy to be praised;
Hallelujah Glory O my God;
Give me your praise so that I may shine;
Your glory I'm your shine light;
That shall,
That does ever shine so bright;
You are my life-light;
And only in you everything, all things are alright;
There's a song in my heart it's from God
8/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Can not smell the flowers
if I'm not awake (yet I can)
Yet if I be dead I'll arise ( I shall )
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
awaken by the trumpets call
Sweet soul by the by and by
Can't see the flowers, for humanities tears
They renege punished by their peers
Have no fear, the Comforter here
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
8/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Not given to shades bolder
Opting to render her view
In the softest of pastel
Soft voiced soft hued
though iron clad willed
brush stroke gentle to canvas as well
Unable to see the unseemly side
The gauche vain
Indelicate sight
I wanted so to be like her
Failing miserably
try as I might
Keep your eye simple
Incorporated no
Cemented into her heart
Filtered once was filter enough
A glance
Needed just a start
The exit road to
Perdition
A way she fully dismissed
As an errant child sent to their room
to rue
the way remissed
Her eye sight beginning
to fail her now
Lenses covered in dust
Her vision yet still as
Clear as new day as
to where to put her trust
This I learned from my sister
A delicate flower
A force
To be reckoned with
As she made her point
Without ever raising her voice
dainty delores
refused to wear size eighteen
choosing nudity
A lady named Delores
Is waiting ashore
For the sailor she adores
To return to the shore
He is the man she adores
She happy glore
he is tired to explore
The ocean core
he wants to be at the store
With Delores forever more
She is the woman he adores
She was a terrible lounge bar singer,
had a boyfriend who was a mob gangster;
bang, bang and a man fell dead,
freaking out Delores fled;
for protection she said bye to glamour.
She was hid in a convent as a nun,
and this is where this comedy gets fun;
as a girl born Catholic,
I enjoyed this nun frolic;
she saves the convent and the choir rotten.
_______________________
February 28, 2018
Poetry/Limerick/Delores Van Cartier
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1000-161-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Inspiration- Sister Act, Musical Comedy,
starring Whoopi Goldberg as Sister Mary Clarence
a.k.a. Delores Van Cartier, Lounge Singer
Written for the contest, Favorite Comedy Movie
sponsor, Alexis Y
First Place
Delores Mireles
1907-1923
I gushed forth eight months after his death,
My natural father, a rascal named Roscoe.
My mother, next to me here,
Shall remain unnamed and acquitted,
Even in anonymous death,
For she was not innocent, nor he,
That brazen wolf who found his sniffing way,
Through sneaky vines and groping flowers,
Their brazen squealing passage to mad love,
Of strange probing games in the dark,
With eyelids closed in shuddering tempests.
It was her delirious heart he seized,
And her slithery soul too.
And there, let it be known,
He found an open gaping curtain,
And Dianthus’ skin a quivering,
Concealed through a sheer façade of silk,
There, my mother’s priceless treasure room,
And in the midst thereof,
Her innermost well of warm moist yearnings,
Her inner sanctum of curious desires,
I emerged on a naked winter’s evening,
Shivering in my mother’s room of ice!
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