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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©
Your Beautifulness
The nice middleaged man walks up, points to the ground and says,
"Excuse me Ma'am, but I believe you dropped your Beautifulness."
My wife looks reflexively at her feet,
And then he adds: "Ah Nah - You still got it; you still got it."
What a line.
Wish I'd thought of it.
Because it's true:
You['ve still got it.
The Blazehaired Beauty
That stunned all the youthful boys
Is still there,
Just beneath the skin.
You'll always be that Beauty
My Darling,
Because what you have,
Doesn't age.
It thrives, unto itself;
How I deserved it;
If I ever did,
I'll never know.
But when you lie with me
In the pitch of the night,
I know I'm blessed among men
For your love.
I am disaster incarnate
So I know.
How you endure me,
I do not grasp.
But know this;
You carry your Beautifulness everywhere
And never drop it.
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
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!
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
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
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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)