Whispers through her eyes
Often gazes the skimmers in twilight
More overly,
more mesmerized as her heart was in delight
She cupped the melodies, through the true sights
All what she whispered, all what the heart hides
the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride
the classiness she carried through the presence
She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance
the spring danced through her fragrance
and lives with her consistency and transparency
the mountains slipped after her magnificence
the oceans freezed after her resplendence
from where she came,
the heaven for sure, the rose of Eden's garden
the droplet blinks in sunlight, the swings of rainbow
the profound pearl, the morning whisper
how did I glorify her glory?
how did I propose her preposterous grip?
she rumored, the world rumored
She caved, the world caved
Her lips smudge, her cheek’s energies,
the entrance to moonlight muse, slightly fused
up to the seven stars, she never swirled a reduced
beyond bitterness of society, she grasp the loveliness
the melody of solence, the voice of innocence
forever and forever deep dancing delight
She is named as Ella, the goddess of light.
I am from glass globes of roses,
from Gardenias and Gerbers.
I am from dust floating in the air,
caught in winter sun.
I am from lilacs
that can't be contained,
whose fragrance colours early spring.
I'm from toilet paper tubes and marbles,
from King's Daughters and Mayflowers.
I am from a pinch of salt,
pull your weight
and no one wants to hear you complain.
I am from rocky cathedrals,
midnight masses and incense.
From forbidden dances
held long into the night under Aurora Borealis.
I am from moments folded into paper,
hung down halls on sooty walls,
lingering in stories,
on pages,
in ashes
flickering away.
"You gave her heart, you gave her your breathe;
A loving family, she was my sis;
We miss you Moore;
You speech was golden;
You heart did help;
We miss you so,
Passion chosen glorious
You are your Father's Child, Daughter you rise;
Gone back home forth eternity long;
We will see you on thee O' by N by for sure;
We miss you so
We miss you Moore
Elohim Father thank you for loaning us Beloved "
Ella Pearl Moore
7/24/2023
BELOVED DAUGHTER ELLA We Miss you MOORE
Written a dedicated verse by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
E - xquisite beauty like a precious stone,
L - ike lilac blue and light pink diamond,
L - aced with platinum and gold ribbon,
A - mbering my pensive horizon.
September 4, 2022
So this is death again;
he comes around too often
of late by far!
Disturbing our positioning,
meddling with the dials,
blotting out our brightest star.
How will we find our way?
hands fumble along a wall,
looking for an exit or a light,
While behind him, shedding life
like a pair of wrinkled stockings,
she stands tall,
Her face, her smile, her eyes,
Ella in her radiance.
Cute smiles of angelic beings
Dimples running deep like the hollow of a hole
Laughter running wide like the width of the sea
Softly tendered covering of sweet sensation
My baby my heartbeat
You're born of a king so you're my Sarah
Princess with no blemish of even an inch
The jewel of my soul, made out from my ribs
Purest of heart and sinless in act
What would my existence have been outside your being, my Princess?
You're all I sought with my kneels in prayers to the almighty
A treasure I insist to treasure till the end of oxygen in my mortal pipes
God made you for me my cute Princess
The extension of my living engraved with royal cells
I look forward to your running through the garden, my little one
I dream with smiles our hugs at bedtime, my priceless Sarah Ella.
She was a miracle conceived out of sweet adoration,
I’ve always been grateful for her God-given creation.
No comparison is she to other children I know,
admiring her strength and watching her grow.
When she lost her auntie, she was filled with woe.
A perfect beauty mark right above her right cheek,
it makes her rosy complexion stunning and unique.
We share a bond beyond compare, a rare connection.
When I look back at her youth in deep reflection
I remember all the good we held in adorning affection.
She may never know what she means to her mum.
This mum prays for her to be all she wants to become.
If there were metaphors and syllables to explain
what she means to me and all the memories that remain.
I even love that her room is messy like a hurricane!
She’s significant and momentous without bad behavior
and I have taught her to praise our Lord and Savior.
I am filled with so much joy and calming repose
as I watch all the tiny seeds of kindness she sows.
I am so proud of my beautiful daughter…Ella Rose.
May 16, 2018
Come to me my Ella.
Come as you are. Naked. With your flaws.
Leave your pain, worry and shame behind.
Let us fly above the hills and mountains. Beyond the seven seas.
To a plane far, far beyond pain, where no man can reach.
And there we shall get lost in our fluids of passion.
And look down at these mortal souls, striving for nothing!
Come my Ella.
Ella focuses her soft eyes
Raises her paw and delivers 3 sighs
She circles once then once more
Climbs upon my chest and begins to snore
I stroke her head and tickle her ear
She coos then sets her purr box in gear
A rescued life has been left in my care
And together we make quite a pair
I'm the cook, the maid, the overseer of the manor
Her only task is to be the diligent cat scanner
Some may say she has a charmed life
Free of harm, free of strife
Some may say she's the lucky one
Lounging all day and having all the fun
But I think back before our acquaintance
Before the spell of her unconditional trance
And I know beyond doubt and logic
That this luck, this magic
Is all mine and make no mistake
I willfully accept all the luck I can take.
Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
in your warm voice
I see
You as you are, I feel
you free.
Your hands, they deal
the cards, they hold
the key,
they paint my day,
for they unfold to a
degree
the layers to my heart
carefree?
In early morning
coffee....
Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
My warm eye paints
you red:
A colour full of love.
We are no saints, but
that said,
I hold you high above
the crowd, a dragon.
I bet
You smile. You love
dragons as do I,
you had
one just for you.
Oh, Sara Sara, oh
we fly
above the crowd, you
and I.
But now I let you glide,
don't cry.
How masterfully you ride
the sky.
How free you drift,
How high.
***
May 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Ella Meant
(get her to the punnery)
By Franklin Price
1/3/2017
Ella meant to sing a song
In two part harmony
Element of dance to add
Made Ella harm a knee
This poem of pun
Was quite home spun
I can no mo' tell
For if I did, I do not kid
Must hide in some motel
Dead Ella
I've forgotten everything that I thought I knew.
Forgotten the people whose stories
I blew
out of my **** to make an impression
on you
and you
and you.
So the woman who said I’d shown her kindness
and thought me some earth mother goddess
I carelessly left behind the texture of her story
that I pried out of her with
cups of tea, gazing out at our bit of sea.
I only remembered that her dead baby was called Ella
and her Thai boyfriend had run off
because it wasn’t love
it was a beach party.
Ella is overjoyed when her friend Peyton comes to play
They have a special bond; it has always been that way
You’ll find them having fun together on a sunny day
Playing in the park where on the swings they’ll sway
When Ella has a sleepover then Peyton comes to stay
The last time it was special as it was on her birthday
They have a secret code but mummy knows the things they say
If Ella says a certain special word then Peyton must obey!
Ella says he’s her boyfriend and they will get wed one day
Nick is saving hard for their wedding, as he’ll have bills to pay!
Fictional write based on photo
Laura Loo’s contest Personal Memories Monorhyme II
05~26~16
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~
Ella’s Lullabies
twilight wanes with a child’s fascination
lullabies that deeply moves papa’s admiration
dreams of generation inheritance inspiration
powerful bond drawn with love tears creation
values taught us with their loving hands determination
3/27/2016
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