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I am a woman
Compared to the loveliest of flowers
A rose is a rose they say
As it catches the sunlight’s rays
No I am not a rose
I suppose
I am a garden
A garden made up of many flowers I say
I bring to you
Yellow Jasmines meaning Elegance & Grace
I bring Dandelions which are full of Faith
Baby Breath oh they bring such Innocence
We go down to the Lily of the Valley in all of its Humility
Never can we be without the Iris bringing its Wisdom
Pink Carnations run endlessly throughout showing their Gratitude
Gardenias emanate their everlasting Joy
My garden would not be able to exist without Hydrangeas for no one can last without Perseverance
Peony causing Healing to everything I touch
Then there is the Purple Tulips reminding me of my Royalty
For the daughter of a king I am
A garden planted by my creator
King of Kings and Lord of Lords he is the one that knows it all
My petals are soft and the brilliance of my colors emit through my garden
I am not a dry land overtaken by storms left in ruins for nomads to walk about
I am not a desert seeking to quench my thirst for water
I am not trying to fool myself by the oases who have tried to fool me
Living water flows through me
I am a garden Beautiful and full of mystery
My petals could heal and my petals can cause death to an enemy
Do not underestimate the soft beautifulness of my appearance
I am a woman – soft, gentle and beautiful
I am a woman – strong, intelligent, a warrior
I am a garden and my name is…
Eden
Of all creatures in my ornamental garden, simple,
I admire and adore you, O butterfly beautiful!
Might be due to your tenderness or feebleness,
Or even just because of your very beautifulness...
I see you enjoying your experimental world,
With freedom, fearlessness, and joy abundant;
You sit upon whatsoever flower you want,
Inhaling freely their nectar whenever you need;
Fluttering your wings freely as and when you like,
Flying away from even best of flowers you dislike;
When you sit on some flowers you show endlessness,
While on others you seem to display hurriedness;
When you fly away from flowers you give an impression,
As though dusting pollens and thus enabling pollination;
When you fly you seem flying like an airplane nonstop,
At varying speeds and zigzag or flip-flap or hip-hop;
Often your unavailability of time you exhibit,
And stay lesser than soap-bubbles or fastest tied;
Yet you seem to enjoy each and every moment,
And displaying enthusiasm and freedom, and zest;
A miniature universe in yourself, you resemble
With forms, shapes, colors, and glamorous full;
How brief, indeed, O butterfly, is your lifespan!
Yet, are you worried at all about any hell or heaven?
7th May 2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
This year I am grateful for health
You do not appreciate it until you lose it
Which I did for a couple of weeks
Thank you lower respiratory infection
For allowing me the empathy to be grateful for health
It is 2023, so I am grateful that I still love my husband
We have been together since 1968, in high school.
He is the kindest person I have ever met
He has a keen sense of humor
And he puts up with all kinds of idiocy from me
I am grateful for my children and grandchildren
Each of them brings beautifulness to my life
Their individual talents and clever ways delight me
I am grateful they know how to entertain themselves
And they are fantastic citizens and deep thinkers
It is 2023, and I am grateful to my dogs – Sophie and Buddy.
Sophie is an old lady, who reminds me of my mother-in-law
I loved her so much, and miss her.
Buddy is a giant pony dog who keeps us guessing
Running in and out of his doggy door all night
Our lives are full, and so are our tummies.
I am grateful for great food, a wonderful job
My pay, which is a bonus
My co-workers and my boss
I am grateful for computer skills and my talents.
Thank you God for everything!
They're on the wall is a self-portrait of me
In a small local art gallery
A small group of people looking at the picture
There are few who agree look at his Eyes
Look at his eyes
I show no smile no teeth lips put together
In awe and I wonder why are they still looking
Wondering still why are they still standing and continue staring
I'm still mesmerized and why they still categorizing
Yet to my surprise they still say as I asked why
They silently chant whisper and all look at his eyes
Look at his eyes
For the eyes are the mirror to the soul
Look at them they're so golden and round brown and bold
And all the world's dysfunction and turmoil
And if I if I can see he has peace in his soul
Whether this like knowledge to whether it is known
It is truly shown I can see it on the wall the painting of his face
Shows no shame no disgrace such a beautifulness
And it's all shown in his eyes in his eyes
He has the peace of God
In his eyes for you see this is my self portrait on the wall
08/20/2017
I love it when you laugh and smile,
At the same time, in my
delight I get sad.
Because I wish I could be the only
man while other men are animals
Àdùk?´, you're so beautiful
with those marks.
Don't be bothered about the city girls,
you got tribal marks not devil marks.
When you laugh I see a rihanna,
When you now decide to keep it
low I see a Michele Obama.
Àdùk?´ Onídìrí, follow me to the city,
I'll open a fashion hub for you
at the riverside of lekki.
?ni bíi ?kàn mi, please help
patch my broken ribs.
Àdùk?´ èmi ?w?n
When we've a daughter, we'll
name her Ar?`wà èkó (Lagos)
With your hands on her hair,
beautifulness will be a course
in the university.
Àdùk?´, dùk?´,
Shake those beads on your waist
for me and let's dance to Àpàlà
like sány?`rì ?`k?là.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
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Olajire Damilola Muyideen
Some see hope is just a four-letter word
Vulgar a profitable and annoyance just
And seemingly torturous void but just as love
Love is also a four-letter word we put them both
Both together what have you heard
Violent abundant separated confusion lust
A lasting yet prominent non delusion virtuous
Do find The prominent measurement of time corruptible me the lip of the TV corrosive rain down from above and what of Lucifer yes he's the most beautifulness of all that's so endearing so I'm clearing he too had a different veering I'm trusting The Vault of righteousness jealous incapable of being decisive but yet you're fighting separated alluring prominent prideful a murderer or a liar can he to be redeemed like Mortal man or is he already chained up and abandon in this war we rage the rage is one when all is said and done what we have left is hope and love
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Death is beauty only when it’s physical and your –
Soul and spirit goes to heaven
Ugly is beauty causing you to recruiting
Beauty is just a name
For the selfish
And the immune
Beauty is beheld
And I shall not behold
~
Beauty is the newborn winkled baby
Beauty is newfound land you enable
Beauty is Lucifer Satan
For you see he was one of the most…
Beautifulness of all thee angels
~
Beauty is just a name, for the selfish
And unrighteous
To keep down the plain, normal, and quiet
For the selfish as immune
Beauty is beheld and behold
Beauty only beauty when it comes from within then goes out
When you know this then you can shout
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for February 25, 2020 assignment
For Class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
What’s the use of living
When there’s no motive to do so
With life being so cheap
And peoples thinking even low
The reality of life
Still hidden from us
But no one’s here to
Explore it and create a fuss
Life couldn’t have been ever easier
And also couldn’t have been ever wicked
With its beautifulness crushed
Under the huge burden of the sicked
Peace was a word
Used in the ancient past
Now the word has
No meaning in any of the castes
Gone are the days
Of beautiful delights
Where people could enjoy
The brilliant night lights
The onset of everyday
Now brings in some new fear
Presence of guiltiness in people
Prevents even to summon their near
No one cares actually about
The essence of real life
Whose value they can’t realize
The fact being, they have lost their life
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*** In memory of FRIEND'S son Dustin, I have decided to write a poem each day up to December 9. For December 9 is the anniversary of his death. I didn't know Dustin, but I wish I did. Here is poem #1.
He pushes back the curtains to let the light shine to your heart.
He hugs you tightly as a feeling of air is felt on your body.
He is in your heart,
Helping you to shine your light towards others.
He is part of your eyes,
helping you to see the beautifulness that he has left behind for you to show to others.
Dustin was a gift.
Something that was to wonderful to be set in a box,
But something that should be on a tree shining down on us like a Christimas tree angel.
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