the continuum continues
without pause, no breaks, no stops
swirling a merry-go-round’s path
I admire her stealth and enthusiasm
there is symmetry which I usually despise
tonight, this landscape is an exception
this fireball of pink illuminates the sky
an evening sun for the mountains
I marvel at her beauty
capturing it in my eye’s mind
no film or video could do her justice
she was engrossed in a peach carnation
head bowed, admiring the florals of the season
looked like a mirage, in chiffon gown and matching hat
a woman she was engrossed in a peach carnation
head bowed, admiring the florals of the season
looked like a mirage, in chiffon gown and matching hat
a woman I determined to paint
I tried to capture her beauty in my imagination’s eyeI
My visage of her
Emancipated beautiful
I enter into her beauty
From across the room I stare
My nose erected I smell
Smell her essence was flaming
Desire, my heart vibrate warm is fire
Amidst it's my duty, to enter into her beauty
She is potion, silken
And more desired than shea lotion
God And her mother second that emotion
As I enter into her beauty
11/16/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
She is my muse
The gentle pause after a long thought
The spark that breaks the silence
When words refuse to come.
Her face
A stanza unfolding
Her body
A sonnet in graceful motion.
There’s something in her smile
Like dawn’s first light
After the darkest night
Clearing the fog in my mind.
She is my muse
My refuge when all is lost
When language falters and falters
She is the opening line of every poem I write.
She wasn’t just beautiful—
she was the pause between two heartbeats,
the way the moonlight lands softly
on a world too harsh for light.
Her eyes held galaxies,
but not the loud, burning kind—
the quiet ones,
where stars learn to listen
before they shine.
Her smile wasn’t just a curve—
it was a promise,
a soft unraveling of every storm
I’d ever carried.
She spoke in silences
that only I understood.
The way a flame knows
when to flicker
and when to hold.
And I—
I loved her in all the ways
the world forgets to love.
Not for how she looked
but for how she stayed
when the sky changed colors.
For how she made sadness
seem like something worth surviving
just to hear her laugh again.
If beauty was a place,
she was home.
And if love had a face—
I saw it every time
she looked at me.
You’re the kind of beautiful that feels like it belongs in a poem — soft, powerful, unforgettable. You’re the kind of person that makes others believe in magic again — not the kind in fairy tales, but the real kind, the kind that lives in rare hearts like yours. You have this way of making everything feel okay, even when it’s not. I don’t know how you do it, but when you listen, when you just are you — it’s like the whole world slows down and for once, I can actually breathe. You don’t just hear me — you understand me. And that’s rare. You’re rare.
If time was beauty
She would be eternity
If she had lived in the time of the pharoahs,
not one pyramid would have been build at all for
all their resources would have been used to build
monuments to her beauty
Her beauty is the gleem of all joy
If she was to stare into the Atlantic
It would cease moving just so it
would show her reflection
mirrors must sigh when she walks away from them
the gods would war for a thousand years
just so their prophets would have the
right to speak of her beauty
She loves the unique beauty,
Of bridges,
In the intimacy,
Of evening,
And,
Moonlit midnight dawns,
She sashays in casual attire,
To satiate her desire,
For a warm embrace,
Love,
And peace,
To kiss her tender being,
A hiatus from the bustle,
She can feel the autumn leaves,
And stars nestle,
Deep within,
Her rose cheeks,
Upon her luminous brow,
Her ethereal beauty, itself,
A unique bridge,
Like an iris flower,
To lovely realms
Reynaldo Casison
Her Beauty,
Is like the Starry nights,
Wild and serene,
Her Beauty,
Caresses,
The Starry nights,
With the flowers,
Of its love,
Her Beauty,
Is like the Starry nights,
Luminous and exotic,
With its sighs,
Along with the skies,
It gives one a natural high,
With the flowers,
Of her love,
And the exotic fibers,
Of her sighs,
Her Beauty,
Dreams,
With,
The Starry Nights
Reynaldo Casison
Theres her beauty,
In her beachshore garden,
As she gave her kisses,
The flowers swooned,
The flowers swooned,
As she kissed the moon,
She shed no tears,
She shed no tears,
Theres her beauty,
Luminous,
In her beachshore garden,
As she gave her kisses,
She gave her love,
She gave her love,
As she kissed the moon,
She shed no tears,
She shed no tears,
As she gave her kisses,
The flowers swooned,
The flowers swooned
Reynaldo Casison
By the sweet waters,
Her beauty lays,
Exotic in its graces,
The waves dance,
Sensually,
Like champagne,
To the shore,
As they sigh,
In the mango breeze,
The palm trees leaves,
Caressing, and staying sublime,
While the moon,
Bathes her exotic shore,
With its red wine
Reynaldo Casison
Her ambience is alluring. Lasciviously enticing.
Her beauty announces her presence
Natural, breath seizing,
God bestowed beauty.
Beauty that demands all attention
An extant masterpiece on display.
Without any self realization.
Clueless to the fact,
All eyes are drawn to her
Haunted by insecurities.
That in reality, are perfect imperfections.
Time, only enhancing her elegance
Her silhouette, especially striking
Ravishing at the least
The woman of my dreams
My reality, my wife, the love of my life!
Her Name Was Jasmine And Her Beauty So Divine
Her name was Jasmine and her beauty so divine
Her voice was a picture of mountain majesty
Soft melody and sweet words kissed ear so fine
Me to stand back, not ask her out, a travesty.
I was on fluffy cloud nine when she said her yes
Did not bother me that it was not a clear match
Jessie said, yep, she felt sorry for you I guess
She gets good look at you, she close door, hit the latch.
I gave flowers and sweetest kisses in the morn
Cook her waffles and my special bacon and eggs
Gave God thanks, asked Gabriel to blow his horn
I was Romeo when to Juliet he begs!
She would call me her darling and her handsome prince.
Never heard such honey-baked words ever since.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7th, 1972
Sonnet
1st note- '""Gabriel""
""A Gabriel's horn (also called Torricelli's trumpet) is a type of geometric figure that has infinite surface area but finite volume. The name refers to the Christian tradition where the archangel Gabriel blows the horn to announce Judgment Day.""
2nd Note:
In youth we face many challenges, love being a very big one..
Her beauty gleams so so bright, like a diamond under the sunlight
May 25, 2023
As always
The best thing i can i say
Will always be left unsaid
For words cannot capture these feelings felt
But everyday i try my best
To understand this sweet embrace
That moves my soul and makes me crave
The warmth of the one i love
I do not need to explain
Because my heart understands
That when you take me by the hand
A world of wonder awaits
And with such mystery lies
And intrigue that is undefined
Because this journey of you and i
Has no destination ahead
But where will this road take us?
One of us is bound to ask
The one who got too attached
Wants a love without a doubt
I do not know what to say
I can only say "Stay"
All i know is i want you
The rest is up to chance
The moment is we all have
So let us make every kiss last
And hope love reveals the path
That you and i aren’t
Meant to take
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