~ Beloved Woman of God I am your journalist Scribe;
A professional copyist I shall;
My duties theologian, a jurist,
May I verse hardcopy speaks life?
What you say, you speak life too;
A scribe in term, inspired words;
Gleaning those of Father’s lessons;
You have learned, inspirational;
I be your journalist scribe transpose record ;
That of what’s in the inside out;
~ In the name of Jesus Christ;
Be your personal, clerk, transcriber;
Your amanuensis, recorder;
You’re in season record-keeper;
May I be your personal professional theologian?
Penman jurist documenting mallam, Hallelujah and Amen!
Scribe recording dictated you and Our Father’s verse;
History present tense impressions, for now and always;
I am your journalist Scribe;
-------I shall be your Scribe;
9/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
I meet you from world wide web..
You and me shared: "hi's & hello's"..
Asking questions that pops out from our mind..
Answering without further adieus...
I did not mean to be close to you...
I did not mean to dream we could meet..
I did not mean to like you...
Even I did not mean to miss you..
Days, months has passed by...
I didn't have any glimpse of you...
All I have are liquid pictures of You...
Not on a hardcopy but embedded in me..
I wish we can sit, share a meal..
I wish we can personally talk, leading to a deal..
I wish we can do this, not only in wheels..
Rather through long hours waking real..
My friend, I might not have seen you..
I might not have been always with you..
but, take into your mind...
Unwritten it maybe, We always have that bond: "FRIENDSHIP"..
by: olive _eloi
22/09/2013
1:07pm
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