Feminism
not a cause for the season
not a “select”…only
not a choice to adorn….”esg”
not a biscuit to crumble…stale
not a tick in the books
not to bat away like a gnat
not to wash away…a sandcastle
not for a cause…far far away
not in the land of a female monarch
not one queen, more than one
not witnessed…anywhere else
A graveyard of schoolboy errors
To bury one’s head in shame…such cringe worthiness,
To attempt an impingement…insanity it surely was!
Not a shred of integrity….it looks to be
Honey
sweet honey
food of love, nectar
sugar well amix amino antioxidants.
fruit of relationship
Sweet
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Queen
enchantress vision belle royal
epitome heroine leading light
female monarch regnant
underclass down N out
Dreg
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "
monarch lays her eggs
the milkweeds her nursery
and I her nursemaid
MagiCicada 17
*Doubly blessed, another female Monarch visiting my milkweeds
this morning, depositing her seeds of gold.
It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a smile unnoticed on her face
Yet she burst forth with glory of her own platonisms.
Who so ever knew what she was questioning
But the forbearance that glistered
My heart answered for once
She wants to be the female monarch of her own world.
It was my keen ballet from core of my heart
her arrival was greeted with a rousing fanfare
I ruminated my own euphony
whether I'm being enamored or was it a desire.
I arrogated myself for a rime to perorate
I expected somehow to discover a woman who would love me
and embellished some oneirisms in my heart
A feeling that I was afraid of but then it seemed like am living for once.
Note: Dedicated to my Love, Piyali Shome