I don't want to judge you but if you ask me you suck.
You're a little bit grimy and roll around in the muck.
You're also self-centered and don't think of others.
You lend a bad name to the rest of us Mothers.
Your class it is low ,yet, your expectations so high.
Your life is a mess and you still wonder why.
Let me save you the trouble and spell it all out.
You're selfish and shallow, so yourself plus nothing is all you're about!
Diana, Princess of Wales -
Of whom the news hounds kept digging for details.
Charitable and fashionable was the rebel, Lady Di.
I imagine her death made many a person cry.
I have Mines
Anthony got his own too
I have Mines
1. Banana Peels and Giggles
(Sedoka)
You trip,I catch you,
You laugh before I can scold-
That's how we keep falling right,
Foolish lovers we,
Turning bruises into jokes
Our chaos makes peace
Mother Tongue
(Tanka)
The Morning
Your hands still tremble
To tie my laces I forgot
Every morning
Love arrives before sunrise
Softly smells of maize and prayer
The lesson
When the world burns loud outside
You hush it with one old hymn
How could I repay
The woman who taught my heart
To listen before it speaks?
There was a young Lady who followed a Prince,
then became a Princess when she kissed a frog,
I don't know why — perhaps she's Di.
This same young Lady married the dog,
not a hog to marry a dog,
she married the frog to catch a King,
I don't know why — perhaps she'll die.
There was a young frog who dogged Camilla,
an older commoner, the silly feller,
he followed her instead of Diana (1961 – 1997),
I don't know why — perhaps he's high.
The same young Lady who married the dog,
rode a horse...
She's dead, of course!
Your beauty like
Rare gemstone
Dazzling radiance.
The poetry of the sapphire in your stirring eye's
oceanic grace,
a strand of pearls on your regal neck of a
soft swan,
on a lake of symphonic dreams splendor
gliding in your grandeur.
Our Diana, your presence of ladylike style
and fashion,
you spoke in feminine melodies.
The people's princess, we loved you
from afar,
your sandy colored hair coiffed elegantly,
charitable and caring humanitarian.
Tiara of silver and diamonds,
of a demure humility.
You sleep, dear beauty,
in Britain's sorrow that swept through
many nations.
How we wept as the cathedral bells pealed
the mourning day of your funeral.
Your legend of love for your sons,
of your triumph from tears-
our Diana, lovely as a summer garden,
blushing English rose eternal. ~
The only game to be found was one tiny runt
Goddess Diana was sent by the gods to help with the hunt
The forest was amazed at her animal power
She unleashed cumulus clouds who brought down a shower
During the storm beasts came tr to the meadow
Many fabulous specimens were leveled by bow
Can you come again soon? Asked a hunter named Todd.
I think you can do it yourself, Diana said. Thinking his request odd.
Princess Diana was born in England and died in France.
When she was in a car wreck, she didn't have a chance.
She divorced Prince Charles of Wales just one year before she died.
Diana was only 36 years old and her death was mourned worldwide.
When somebody dies that young, it's always hard to understand.
She did charity work and was trying to have landmines banned.
Harry and William are Diana's sons.
if she hadn't died, she would be 61.
For many, Diana's death was a devastating blow.
She was a princess who died a quarter of a century ago.
[Dedicated to Princess Diana Spencer (1961-1997) who died a quarter of a century ago today on August 31, 1997]
Dearly beloved, we knew she slayed poverty
Inching her way to paint and sketch
Night alone would not feed her passion, she
Answered to no one about her dreams, for
Heaven held stairway anyone could climb.
Day became electric as she stretched
Illuminated passages by her hands,
And landed on rich grounds, fore tilling another
Nothing and no one strayed her from The Source
And now, she's shimmering like stardust in my mind.
(In memory of Pioneer of our family)
*
Some know her as Princess Diana of Themyscira
She jumped onto comic book pages in 1942
Thus, she is eighty years old, but always drawn as much younger
Super powerful, taking on villains in a fashionable way
We recognize those legs and the high red boots
She has a magic lasso that holds the bad guys in place
On November 7th, 1975 she became a three-dimensional hero
You might know her as Wonder Woman
The paparazzi
didn’t kill the Princess Di…
but snapped her last rites!
Written: May 2014
Dear Darling Diana
A tear in the eye
forever through your soul
I starve for your body,
your smile, a soul through the night
joined together, I offer you
we melt into one passion.
True as your pulse disguise
You’re the reason why I’m crying
Separated now, I miss you now so
We’ve gone unto the wrong direction
No longer valued nor protected
Where is our grace
What is our faith?
My dearest Diana
My passion my love so I take this oath my flower
Your brown eyes a soul through life
Only in mine heart’s mine I’ll ask for you to be my wife
Tick tock moments through space and time
A passion I melt in your heart
You heat up mine
Melting pods we melt into one passion
Such a reaction
Forever we will be connected as one
Always a memory of a scarlet heart
So I pledge dear one for always you’ll be mine
my dear darling Diana
12/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Warrior goddess
Diana
the huntress
With quiver
on back
Arrows flying
straight and true
Target
in her sight.
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She moved like no other two-legged creature.
The wolves kept their howls on reserve, watching.
She was stealthy, determined, made her way quickly.
Reeds and grasses whispered her name in low breaths.
It is the Goddess Diana, a cattail shared with Luna moth.
Luna moth had never seen such a beauty; she was exquisite.
Daughter of Jupiter, oak said to acorn. Acorn agreed to be stepped on.
Diana stepped around instead, careful to nurture nature’s smallest.
Mushroom fairies came out to dance in the moon light,
Feeling safe now that Artemis had arrived; Greek roots you know.
We call her Diana, elves and brownies said. Name did not matter.
She was patron saint of hunting, moon, nature and fertility,
And she was magnificent!
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