Dark, black, midnight in my cup.
Cream is light, especially sweet.
Hot, warm, rekindle Winter’s mug.
Bitter chill, biting, nipping at heels.
“Baby it’s cold outside” teeny trees.
Tenderness handled in warm grip.
The pour fell into the cold-temp cup.
Warmth filled every space, then
my lips, my tongue, inside cheeks;
fills cherry mountains below eyes.
A caffeinated prescript aft’ “ahh,”
and Boston brown “molasses” bread.
America’s on a limousine roll
with presidential flags waving.
Transfer of power, balancing -
perhaps we can all be friends, again.
Especially me
I was made by God
A long time a go
Also I always try To
Think positive
I am always glad
That I am alive
Every day
May I reverse the gnaiwu let say
of a vile so far sinistered.
You see what is wonderful
and was eating deep into this heart- I meant that might
have been so intrigueing and triggering and bridging
worning out of a thing.
Who for so long is bearing pain
tell various stories and damn fishery kind.
If I fold off my hands
anyhow war I fear
if I keep quiet the depression
and sadness of opposite type gla
I fear since of course the rule is now being broken?.
Her caramel essence I tasted her heart
it was strawberry tart
I kissed her beautiful feet
they were very sweet
I stroked her hair
that was so fair
Her essence
very vessel so precious
sweet nectar her sweat
Her essence collectible
confectionate
Sweet tantalizing is the blood that flows
Sweet and taught lavender succulent
Her skin is sweet
Her eyes so peak her aroma
I taste her calm
I taste her faith brilliant
Her taste especially sweet
A Daughter of Elohim Father
O' I love her
12/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Got to see a gift today
A gift I got from God
I came across some 3D glasses
And thought it very odd
I put the glasses beside me
And wonder what they’d bring
The next thing I noticed
Was the date on them Oct; 14 23
Tomorrow
I took the glasses home
And thought what a wonderful thing
I could see the eclips with this
That God gave me
Morning found me busy
and then I thought about the thing
Turned the television on
And It was waiting for me
Moments of time away
I didn’t miss a thing
I went outside this sunny day
To see what it would bring
I saw the very beginning
What a wonderful thing to see
Then I thought my neighbors
Would want to see the thing I see
I yelled for total strangers
And walked across the lot
Mostly spanish speaking people
I let see what I had got
I looked a dozen times
While the moon crossed the spot
A once in a lifetime venture
Was the ideal of my though
I’d give to total strangers
the thing for which I’ll never be forgot
But when it all was over
The glasses were not forgot
Thank you God for presence
A presence I almost forgot
Thanks for what you gave me
That I could give from just a lot
A Peace Poem for Jim Link and Word Hobo:
This close to CHRISTmas what may I say
You two have seen so much, fought so well ...
And for the underdog, Prof. Jim Link, you and I
Travelled the Maryland trails of poetry and "News"
As in Greenbelt News Review (OLDest community paper,
in the Grand Old United States. An honor I wrote with Thee)
And now, you are both uttering "So Long, Adios, Alvida"
I could cry, and hold onto your hand; but the pain
Is what you know intimately, almost as Jesus did
On THAT Cross at Calvary to reconcile rebellious,
Ingrates, and egregious law-breakers (me) with Abba Father -
As in John 14, or even in John 8: "You cannot come with me!"
Echoes of Jesus --- in the good times, foretelling & teaching
As only He could do. I must go so better things will come:
THE HOLY SPIRIT: parakletos, a Helper of the Same Kind!
May the Spirit heal Thee in Jesus' Name, or take over
The driving ... with the celestial wings. Or is it Holy Breath?
Much Love this and EVERY CHRISTMAS I will celebrate without Thy wishes
A ROSE ESPECIALLY FOR YOU
Roses we give you today,
Our very special way to say
Special thank you’s for your years,
Each prayer, your wisdom, and your tears.
Remembering the things you’ve taught,
Our lives are blessed from all it’s brought.
So these bright roses say so true:
Each younger one of us loves you!
Written for senior ladies, Ladies Retreat, 2004
(Acrostic of “ROSE”)
Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye
Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed
They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring
Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring
Sadly in their drunken state they’d got into a fight
Bill gave Ted a left hook - he looked a sorry sight
When their hangovers were over they stood before the law
Each received a hefty fine and now their heads are sore!
San Woo challenged me to write a parody of her favourite nursery rhyme ... sing a song of sixpence
10~02~16
Pale Reflection of the Color of Life
Clear Vision of Evaded Memories
Time is Unstoppable when it does not seem to Move
Love is Painful when it Cares the most
Hopeless Decisions feed the Pain...Especially Now
A Dark Night caters to the Conscience
New feelings that must be Old
Restlessly waiting for Nothing to change
Informed of the Unawareness
Darkness surrounds this Light...Especially Now
Fading thoughts of Dark Years
Close friend Far away
Quiet screaming invades the Noise
Desperation is Unheard
The Night goes on and The Edge bears laughter...Especially now
- an abstract write of an abstract evening
The ladies all love me, well, they they love my parts
Have to fend them off with a stick, their love's off the charts
No big surprise
With my two crossed eyes
And a body to die for especially my large naughty parts
Santa In Disguise
Especially for Penta Tonix
What if I were wrong when I did decide
Had to find a place for myself to hide
Because buy people Had been denied
And in none of them could I confide.
Love poems that are with a happy ending
So to you this poem I am sending
To settle you down as well as simmer
Even when sad and lights grow dimmer.
Glimmer of hope from God will need
Food from His Son know He will feed
And am so anxious and can hardly wait
When God and I will start to communicate.
Great Christmas is almost here again
And Santa I must be sure to let in
Here is a word for you who are wise
God is really Santa who is in disguise.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
She’s as dry as a woman can be
No longer wet from dribbling wee
She’s got 'Tom' in her pants
She can run, she can dance
No more leaks, she is now so carefree
30th March 2015
Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken
With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and me
Mama, That I used calling you
Eight to how many hours you labor
That I do not specifically know now
All I know is that you love me so
(Mama, I love you too... )
Together, we go to window shops
Guiding me you never ever stop
To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend
To my winnings, kudos, you always send
I love you my dearest mama!
Though I don't tell you this much
Evermore to your every touch,
I am so deeply attach!
By:
olive_eloi
12:22pm
02/04/2014
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...Actually polish with a furniture polish...
Not use it as an air freshener.
...Notice the surrounding wildlife...
Pick any room of your house.
...Finally do laundry...
And separate the colors.
...Strike up a conversation...
With that wrong number.
...Assign page numbers...
To the Internet.
...Watch a special on Hawking theories...
Then call the BBC to argue a point.
...Write a nonsensical toss-off...
Next day, it still makes sense.
You're absolutely Human...
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Tomorrow my dear girl,
Lord has heard thy cry,
Immanuel will be with you,
For he is the everlasting life.
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