.
drip drip drip
drip'n
'pon slip
this
hern mammary (edvard memory)
drip meanz
If I liked to be poked and was fond of needles
I might entertain the idea of a tattoo
a tiny green dragon wearing a jaunty tam
an orange mushroom house with pink flowers
a 1959 navy blue Cadillac with red leather seats
But I do not like to be poked and I am not fond of needles
I wish you warmth and sunny days,
and stuff like that, and anyways,
I fondly hope that your attire
is a shirt fresh from the dryer.
Are you going to drive after this rain,
Maybe you should wait for it to dry,
For you will only slide into the same old rut,
Burrowing this rut deeper and deeper,
It will guide your tread but at a cost,
The deeper you go the higher the risk,
Risk of being stuck in this rut you are so fond of,
When it is the rut that keeps us from seeing,
Seeing other paths meant just for us.
2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06
Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance,
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.
So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........
Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind,
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie,
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour.
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.
Six months with six fond memories.
1. Helped correct the official document.
2. Taugh me to learn how to download songs and save my corrupted USB. Firmware and privacy apps like Conversations, KeePass and Gajim.
3. Three wonderful trips to my favorite beaches.
4. Inspired me to get back knitting, piano and started embroideries and poem writing.
5. Putting lipsticks on the pig which I see it every early morning.
6. Shopping, healthy meals preparating and consuming.
Then came the Lunar Calendar spirit month,
An official name of the Chinese
Calendar month of ghosts and evils,
On Lunar calendar 7th day of 7th month,
After you wrote "Thank You" replied to my message
"Good morning. On behalf of Chinese culture,
Wishing you Happy valentine day.
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You shocked me with a ghosting friendship
And a cold blooded goodbye.
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innermost 'twuz
mine four duke's
thick
digits
slide'n down thuh
front uv
thuh nymph's
fray'd
denim shorts
I pull'd hern sprite
'gainst my
and her mitts
and torso'z
limbz
lock'd fond
'round mine
ourn lipsss
kisss'd
The sunlit days of golden hue,
A time when skies were always blue,
Laughter danced on every breeze,
Climbing trees with such great ease.
The scent of summer filled the air,
Feet bare and free without a care,
Hands held tight, the world so wide,
Exploring paths with you by my side.
The glow of dusk, the stars above,
Whispers soft, a gentle love,
In those sweet days, we were free,
That’s my fondest memory.
The circus is over
It’s left us forever
Except for our memories
~ no 'adieu' can sever
She always falls for boys
Who only ever
Show kindness
In its shallowest form.
She has not seen
The depths of what
Kindness could hold.
I remember when we used to vote
at that time people also wrote
books, letters, diaries of their thoughts
But none of that in school today is taught
With a heart heavy with sorrow
To know you gone into eternal night
I bid you farewell
With a head full
Of wonderful memories of you
I bid you farewell
With the hope of seeing you again
In the glory of God
I bid you farewell
Your soul has left your body
But it hasn't deserted my heart
I bid you farewell
But I will search you in my thoughts
I bid you farewell
But I will find you in my heart
I bid you farewell
But I will meet you in my dreams
Converged
Felt an instant connection
You, I, we recognize each other's souls.
Love for each other is unconditional.
A found fond spiritual love
Attunement eye contact so intense
Intense seems psychic like a telepathic
The connection feels empathic
Whether you experience empathy physically or cognitively
A found fond spiritual love
So destined we both, in turn, can give each other love and
So shall I encouragement when, what we need to most
Feeling so physically drawn to you
Connection feels empathic
We help each other grow, life and spiritual
Support each other biggest triggers in our lives
Choosing love instead in truth you show up divine
A found fond spiritual love
Timing synchronistic way
Intense and almost feeling psychic
Almost like a telepathic connection
Not at all toxic you can exchange a knowing
Look withal you’re blessed in
A found fond spiritual love
7/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Merry is the way you spin me around, its no hard sell
Just you and I enjoying time on a two-person carousel
I heard no sound when that heartwood tree fell
Focused only on your sweet scents to which I smell
You're proof that pennies are worth wishing to a well
Your lips touching mine, till our next fond farewell
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