When I look outside I see way more than just beauty, I see a future that lies ahead of me, taking little steps forward with greatness of caution. I can not predict what happens next but I am focus on each task that presents itself right in front of me knowing that Hope is hoovering through the air above me and darkness surrounded by lightness as the stars lit up the daunting sky
Bright were the stars
Bright is the unknown future that lies ahead of us all
so am a flower
scented is my heart blossom
smells aromatic
~
butterfly hoovers
hoovering lighting on my
bod I a flower
6/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
On this cool breezed autumn night twilight
The fluttering of butterflies wings glistens
Surroundings nature's voices write
Seeking speaking honoring confessions
~
Sweeter is the air, now that they have flow
Music sounds so delight now
Tiny feet in the air midst the dusk glow
Shuns the light pee-a-poo, WoW
Lunar hoovering over view
~
Alas, may I have this last daylight glance
You and I butterfly we're in love
Come dear love let's suck amongst this flower dance
Whilst in the pre-twilight above
~
Darkness falls out heart calls
In this now the middle of the night
Let us Beloved so dance ahh!
As the moon sings so dance hold tight
~
We're together wayward butterflies
In the middle of the night when the butterflies dance to the Moon song
And our Father in heaven sheds no tears no cries
Elohim Father has made everything beautiful all things right nothing's wrong
Lunar hoovering over
We're together wayward butterflies
In the middle of the night when the butterflies dance to the Moon song
And our Father in heaven sheds no tears no cries
Elohim Father has made everything beautiful all things right nothing's wrong
11/29/23
I know you are here
My old, friend
Hoovering til I cover
My nakedness
With warmth
What is to bring me comfort
In this life of storm
All this grief
That clings to form
I'm tired, so sleepy
I believe I will rest
Not now my love
I must confess
I can NOT endure your
....truth
Wait...I thought you knew me
Why do you push me toward
The very thing I loathe
A roaring fire
Some wine
A nice, pink, bath robe
You have no heart
Ideals and illusions
Leading down a path
Of elliptical conclusions
....never panning out
Fools gold
I've been sold
Way too old
To be told
....truth....with any value
No, no, I will not lend an ear
I need to sleep
Medicine will take me quick
It's prescribed
Rest is essential
I haven't the will....to fight
Fight!?!
That's not right
When did I fight
What's there to fight
When the doctor is right
....I must rest
Truth stands erect
Brazen, naked, on
My resting bed
She won't be denied
My old, trusted friend
...lied
......would have rejoiced
............if I had died....yet I remain
With a life, and a hell of a lot to gain.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-23-2022
o’ gentle autumn
winds find themselves flowing blows
Blowing over the
whelms Of gentleness
harvested trees that surround
you and I and me
10/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
The land and the people was
Bight, sunny, with happy spirits
They had peace of mind until
An army of dark forces entered
Bringing darkness, destroying light
Tearing at spirits and flesh
Turning skin into cradles of beaten flesh
With eyeballs blacken from so much dark
Dark spirits hoovering, changing facial
Expression into crazy looks
With dark consumption
They fought against at first
But the forces of darkness
Seems to seep into their core
Forcing them to cave
MAY 2, 2021
FUNOM MAKAMA
I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
Walking into my garden,
I notice things need doing,
Fence needs painting,
Weeding and pruning,
And the grass needs cutting.
Do not !!!! Get me started on the decking,
I will cut the hedge instead,
Greenhouse needs washing,
Plants need potting,
Think I will forget the ... decking.
Hose pipes got a leak,
So has the shed,
Turf needs hoovering,
Pebbles need brushing,
I love my garden.
It all gets done in a week or two,
It's then sit back, relax and enjoy the view,
That's not the decking
I see you there
weaving in and out of shadows
flickering like the moon
obscured by thick clouds
hoovering overhead
as the incandescence light
of a new dawn breaks
in crimson streaks
across this sky
I feel your breath
brushing against my ivory flesh
in labored sighs
like a storm's rise
of quickened gusts
and i quiver
within the cold
of fear and death
your name
falls in whispers
behind the masks
of silenced lips
who care not to speak
of your wrath
from bended knees
my hands reach out
in pleas of prayers
hoping to see an end
to this world's despair
many join together
their songs of praise
in hopes to see
a flicker of light
break through the duskiness
of this unmerciful plague
swirling around them
alone they feel defeated
together they feel strength
in one certain belief
'Roses from all nations
scintillate in complete harmony'
March 17,2020
Poetic lines contest
sponsored by Silent One
ending line credit ….'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'
A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams
Temptation
by M. Griswold
07182020
Temptation, temptation, that candied shadowed sin.
Always teasing to be pleasing those desires within.
Pecking away at the walls of your fortitude's tower.
Hoping to steal your spirits inner strengths power.
Lurking somewhere deep within your mind's shade.
It looks for that moment of your weakness needs aid.
Then likened to a vulture, it swoops down on you.
Flittering and hoovering over that which you do.
Enticing fully like dangling candy until you give in.
Is this, temptation's goal of sinfully hoping to win.
It will not give up nor will it just slowly slink away.
But will come at you minute by minute, day after day.
In some form or another it will always be with you there.
Torturing, tormenting always in hopes you it will snare.
So you must never give up or give in to this easy, teasing sin.
Always be alert and never give an inch to where it may begin.
That tantalizing tickle must be ignored from its beginning.
By calling upon the Lord for power to keep you from sinning.
Our security lies in He who crushes sin with His mighty fist.
Without God's courage we would surely lose our will to resist.
My heart is torn
Since you've been born
Itll be ok little one
You'll get through this fight, itll be all over and soon done
Have your moms characteristics and, dads determination
Have Angel's hoovering above in formation
Have support, you'll never be lonely
Sleep my baby
Relax, itll be ok little one
It's a bump in the beginning road, wont last long
use your strength that you've shown
In my womb, whilst making me groan
Itll be okay
You'll get through this as any other day
Believe in yourself as I do and you'll get far
You can prosper anything whether small or bigger then you are
Take heed to my voice, my guidance as I rub your chin so slowly, rocking you so softly, holding you so dearly
Keep note this moment we share as I because, this is key
A key to our true beginnings once free
Itll be okay little one
Mommy loves you a ton
Trust me as I do in you it wont be long
Till you can come home to where you belong
Born 12/10/2019
20 days earlier then expected
5lbs 9oz, 19in long
Healthy, not labeled as a preemie
Has a heart defect, NICU
I used to have a brain you know,
I used it quite a lot,
But then you babies came along
And i seemed to lose the plot.
Wiping, cleaning, hoovering
It really is quite boring,
The washing basket's full again,
I'll do it in the morning.
I'll help you with your homework,
I'll tune your violin,
I'll make a lovely meal
Then throw it in the bin.
The days are long, the years are short
And soon the time has flown,
You're becoming little people
With opinions of your own!
One is starting nursery,
One has just turned ten,
The biggest now a teenager
Texting all her friends.
'What will you do all day' they ask
'When we are all at school?'
'I'm going to dance, and tend my plants
Then laps around the pool'.
'And then at night, when you're asleep,
Your faces soft and warm
I know i'll start remembering
These days when you were small'.
Jan 16th 2019
Dragons, Dragonflies and Huffle-winks--
a mythical monster like a giant reptile
This fire breathing dragon spitting out fire
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
The swamp waters pales stinks
Doomsday, Ragnarok, end of times
Chaos or evil, symbol of fertility climbs
Associated with water and the heavens
Big wings fire breathe levels
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Dragons fly lizard giant or insect
And in the stench fog covered waters birth
Long before the dinosaurs walked the Earth
A fast-flying long-bodied predator thinks
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Dragonflies not the lizard cry
Fitters by the waters-lake and dragons eye
Insect double winged helicopter found
Hoovering flying low to ground
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Big eyed bug flies lives in the water sinks
Ancient insects long before the dinosaurs walked the Earth
Oh my,
My, oh my!! blowing fire and smoke out the mouth
Blow the winds of fire from your abdomen Huffle-winks
Majestic insect fire-breathing lizard dragon
5/20/18
Copyright © 2018
Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Feeling manic, fairly groovin'
Singing aloud as I'm hoovering.
Brilliant ideas flood my mind,
Ideas that could save mankind.
I have the answers, I know them all
It's all too wonderful, life's a ball.
But there just behind me parked
Is a place, fearful and dark.
I know it's going to call on me,
To stamp upon my reverie.
And as my joy soars ever higher,
It'll drag me down, into the mire.
Entry for Mania - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
23/1/2017. Placed 1st.
Is it any wonder that we want to scream and shout
but we hold it in so nicely, too scared to let it out,
running ragged round the clock, and slightly round the bend,
there's washing, ironing and dishes, whenever will it end.
Pulling on a rubber glove, straightening up a chair,
taking out the rubbish, clearing a plughole full of hair,
hoovering the carpet, another sticky bit of glue,
new drawings on my paintwork,
mind you its a very nice shade of blue!
Cleaning muddy footprints off the kitchen floor,
scrubbing chocolate fingerprints covering the door,
dusting all the pictures of the family i adore,
see its not that great a wonder,
because its never been a chore.
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