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So behind her breast he kissed her heart
He took his words his voice and touched her ear
He sing a song that was so dear
Oh what a sweet sweet woman
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He held her waist slow down her pace
He made a sigh she asked him why
He voiced concern they were alone
They chose to praise the Lord
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Phantom dreams nightmare state
Rainbow colors officiate
Yet still random dreams what does it mean
Wake up your nightmare has disappeared
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Wake up. God's hands wake up
Unlock your grip release the grip the hip
There's no time for carnal love
it is now time to praise God
2/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I cannot forget- my love, the first time I saw you, and
cupid pulled his bow as you held my hand,
my heart was pulsating and butterflies twirling flew,
and I loved you . . .
Your voice, your face,
those strands of hair that fell out of place,
your words, your laugh,
your height, tall as a giraffe!
Even our silences are beautiful and charming!
This love leaves me breathless and wanting, so darling
today, tomorrow, forever will you be my Valentine,
and ever, ever will this love twine . . . .
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January 4, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Cupid Pulls Back The Bow
Copyright Protected, ID 17-863-241-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Cupid, Pulls Back The Bow!
sponsor, Mystic Rose
Second Place
Because of the holiday the Lourve was closed.
Mary was impressed with the French pastry
that tasted just as good as it looked.
Horrible coffee, good chocolate & delicious thick soups.
Beautiful clothes with prohibitive prices.
We boarded the Albert Express for Switzerland
with a bottle of wine and a big bag of pastries.
Take me back to Paris, I can’t stand the fresh air and healthy people of Switzerland
Arrived in Lucerne with time to enjoy the fountains in all the squares —
they were boarded up a couple days later.
Delicious cheese fondue, murals painted on the old houses,
a quaint town for William Tell, with his bow and barefooted boy.
A Train from The Alps to Venice.
Train to Florence, Hotel Majestic,
whole city is an art Gallery.
Michelangelo square, mosaic jewelry, leather goods.
Flores Hotel in Rome, Vatican, Parthenon.
St. Paul without the walls, St. Peters in chains,
Nightclub tour of the city, Old Appian way,
Capuchin Church with all the bones...
The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.
The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid "Eek!"
Chorus
"Sing Hey Ho, best beware!
Hey Ho have a care,
If ye've any pretty parts,
Ye'll keep them out of there!"
The bowman smiled and nodded,
As the Maiden struck a pose.
"Try again M'Darlin' Dear,
"But watch out for y'er nose!"
The Maiden rubbed her forearm,
And looked back with a glare.
Nocked another arrow shaft,
And hit the bull's-eye square.
Gentles all they tipped their hats.
The Marshall cleared the field.
The Maiden went to fetch her flights.
The men trod close at heel.
Returning with a manly stride,
Yet again, she took her stance.
The bowmen's eyes all glimmered,
With mischief far in advance.
Chorus
Pulling back her bow string,
To her crimson cheek so close,
She let another arrow fly free.
The string hit her in the nose!
Tears welled in the Maiden's eyes.
All the gentlemen rushed the Dear.
Wiping the pretty lassies face,
Of every single tear.
They brushed the few stray auburn locks
From before her green-brown eyes
Handed her the fine longbow,
And heard her sorrowful sighs,
"Do try again M'Dear Mistress,
But for your form we fear,
So, be very, very, careful Maid!
Keep those nipples out of there!"
Chorus
'Twas 'pon the final flurry,
As she drew string back to cheek;
"Thwack" went the taunting bowstring,
And again the Maiden "Eekked!"
Her cheeks they blanched a deathly white,
'Pon her brow there came a frown;
Still, when the Marshall called count;
She gamely shot the round.
"Sing Hey Ho, don't be scared,
Hey Ho just take a care,
'Tis simply a friendly warning
Not to put ye're pretty parts there!"
I went in search of a
Valentine, that could tell her how
I wanted her to be only mine. There
were only a few that came close to my
need, for one so perfect, for love indeed.
As moments pass and quickly goes time,
I had still not found a fitting Valentine.
Then came to me another thought,
perhaps a card was needed not.
So I sat down and jotted some
lines, that I could use for my
Valentine. My words were
poor and the effort tart,
to tell this Beauty all
in my heart. Cupid
must have been
near that day,
his arrow
hit its
mark
you
see
FOR FROM THAT DAY, SHE STAYED WITH ME.
1/2/17
She will not bow or break, stand in the shadow of your mistakes
But show strength, and resilience, that she still has what it takes
She has a mission and as a destiny without you it will be fulfilled
As your foolhardiness thwarted her true dreams will still be filled
Colours shown for their true intended, intentions, are suspended
Falsehoods exposed of which past words that beguile pretended
As she fears not the ground that upon she has to toil, or to travel
Rejects all the traps that are primed, that she as needs to unravel
She has a home in which to defend, so its land, as all of its wealth
Left un-protected to guard, where she has to use all of her stealth
To bypass the greedy eyes, and hands of others intentions to gain
The last of her royal designated blood line, and hers only to retain
Sword in hand she will not bow, or break to this right as to defend
This legacy given to her only as to which on her it now all depends
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.
Take a step take a bow
don't push me too hard
am still in reminiscence
of my lost course
which tells you I ve not recovered
Take a step take a bow
and don't knock me off
the questions in my attitudes
are alcoholic
when nature tends it they react
Take a step take a bow
but don't take a fling
Take the roses
to where they will blossom
plant them in the fields of love
take them away from the sun
they might melt
Take a bow clean up your mess
Cos' tomorrow lies a clean slate
Take your heart
do the needful
life scary habits
don't worth anything
Wear on a muffler
put on a jacket
the rain will greet
only those who are ready
Dress up the Cheetahs
dress up the Hyenas
attitudes will speak out their kind
Take a bow
but don't take a seat
life runnings
are not meant for the idle Pro 6 :6-11
deep thick wide large but small hearts mothers have
all time emitting unfeigned unconditional love
a great glorious treasure expanding with real instinct
unending that can't be measured with any means
no comparison no example in this human world
they feel with valid and pure mind
they want nothing from children
without any expectation they give birth
every seconds keep images of children in their hearts
pray God for the good of children without any reward
Oh! all the Mothers of the world you are the first Divine
the first and best teachers of children's life
i bow down before all of you with humble respect
May God bless you all from every spheres of life
May God bless all children to feel all days as Mothers Day
to offer highest respect next to celestial God
simply i feel and say with my small heart too
if you all are happy then only we can be surely
But The Bow That Bridges Heaven And Overtops The Trees
But the bow that bridges heaven and overtops the trees,
Colorful beams stretch yon Heaven's gate to paradise shores,
Midst dreamt fantasies and outrageous fortunes brung light breeze,
Tickling feathers that twirl effortlessly in noiseless scores.
Is one of the countless wonders that grace the eyes that sees,
Always against days beheld capriciously all are yours,
Because from one arc of splendid hues a day that did seize,
As miracles spread beyond one's keep, remedies with cures.
A new chapter opens ere one close, read on bended knees,
Time is found and time is gone, in seconds, minutes or years,
Tis be a venturous moment to scope out ranges ease,
Delve in a program and purge the media, opened ears.
Grand be the end of the bow where nature and we appease,
By and by, we'll dress in colors, bathing beyond the trees.
2020 March 06
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14 lines x 14 syllables per = 196 syllables total