My mind is open,
Yet only unfolded
Is when you see
The narrowness of me
Have its disappearance.
My mind researches mysteries,
And is eternally curious.
Informally finding
Just what can be the truth.
I have already paved my route.
I ponder, have I already
Proven some truths?
Offer up so completely;
Sentiments so sweetly;
Considerate my duty;
To honorably informally;
Complete our journey;
One future wish of
Holy matrimony;
3/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The Winning Post
I had one of those rare moments , a time when synchronicity flows with grace ....We met informally many many years ago whilst out and about in The Great Park ... I challenged HRH Prince Philip to a race .... he smiled a beautiful smile with his genuine eyes , a genuine chap smiling at a genuine lady and it made our day ....
God Bless
prt 8 9 10
a vignette
of rarity
a triptych
in parallel
reflections
in credo
a dream
adgio
lively
an example
as aslant
axion of victoy
as identity
not sequestered
complex
not imagined
or implied
divine
ability
enchants & conquers
& endures
individual faith
divined
so personal
just now
so appropriate
recalled
in prayer
informally confessed
a
proven
present
priority
A twig snaps in the bushes so many feet away
A scent of danger, a waft of wild beast comes near
Cave man grunts, moves closer to the fire
Hunched body turns, prepares more wood
Steps towards the open flames security
Fear is the only comfort in the forest
His company is the wilderness revealed
And becoming dinner for some savage animal
At this moment moving stealthily away
Daytime comes with angry wasp attacks
Brown leather skin resists
Later on there is a different odor lifting
Flowers not given names remain the same
Ferns hide a female form in search of berries
Slipping noiselessly through jigsaw underbrush
Bare ugly feet tread lightly with the mud
Black hair matted in the style of the day
Jagged teeth don't help her image much
Cave man runs after her with yum yum on his mind
Takes her as his wife informally from behind
Love at first sight is glorious in primal times
Mosquitoes remind them where they are
Manners are in short supply
If she'd say "yes",
I'd escort her to the floor.
And with a little luck,
I'd ask her to dance once more.
If we could make some magic,
Or find some 'chemistry',
I'd ask her for her number
And invite her to go out with me...
Then she said "yes".
If she'd say "yes",
I'd invite her out again,
And with a little luck,
We'd be something more than friends.
If we could make more magic,
Or find more 'chemistry',
We'd be seen as an item...
Almost a couple, informally...
Then she said "yes".
If he'd say "yes",
And blesses me to take her hand,
Then blessed with so much luck,
I'd ask her to take my hand.
We would keep on making magic,
Surpassing 'chemistry'!
We'd discuss having children---
building together a family...
They both said "yes".
If she'd say "I do",
When our Preacher says the words,
He'll wish us both much luck
As our new couple moves forward.
We would keep on makng magic,
Keeping alive 'chemistry';
We'd talk about forever,
And a pink or blue baby nursery...
Then she said "I DO!".
The Ritzy Restaurant
By Elton Camp
The valet came out to park our car
Awaiting our table, we sat at the bar
The hostess escorted us to our table
“Reeves will come when he’s able.”
The tablecloth was of linen so bright
Fine china & sparkling silver a delight
I was wearing my best coat and tie
To come informally, I wouldn’t try
Reeves in his tux minced to our tableside
Didn’t try to hide an expression so snide
I could tell by the way he rolled his eyes
That we’d never eaten there he did apprise
With a voice so haughty he then did say,
“I recommend that you try our fine pate.
We cater here to the best people in town
As you will see if you just look around.”
Movement under a table caught my attention
But I decided it would be best not to mention
Since I saw that what he said was so true
For Mr. Cockroach was eating there too
Concourse with no passenger limits
Un-restricted access to all corridors
Freely navigating space and time
Winding aimlessly along each meter
Easy, un-restrained, rhythmless strides
No pattern to my steps
Pausing for no apparent reason
Deliberately browsing through each strand
Informally addressing every subject I meet
Disconnected from the discourse around me
Mornings of mystic enchantment inspired by a jestful warden invigorates the soul,
While a distant mew over yonder at where enlightenment disperses forms into a mould.
Who can say what is lustrous white embroiders to caliginous blue?
For years of time with one intrinsic love will make into...well, perfectly you.
Relish the grains of sand partook that binds you with that covenant.
Delight in the moments that increase the love immersed deep down, around, and above of it.
Clasp in your arms one fine, stout, especial emblem which informally reserves due.
Bethink that for with every father, there is essentially...well, you.
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