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MY FIVE SENSES AT WORK WITH MY SPECIAL CHILD
With my God-given sense of sight
I thank* His miraculous might
For my special child’s milestones’ height
He manifests with great delight:
…appreciative face, glowing bright
…raising hands while learning left or right
…distinguishing yellow from white
…sign language show of prayer-plight!
As for my ready sense of smell
The Lord signals my nose to tell
If my special child can revel
In his grooming as scented well:
…since his quirky acts don’t repel
…the baby cologne’s blissful swell
…with his perfumed lotion and gel
…of after-bath fragrance level!
Through my tasting ability
God endows me sense-faculty
To check food nutrients’ quality
For my child’s growth-intensity:
…midst sweet cravings - chocolatey
…appetite for fish, so meaty
…as well as juice, milky and fruity
…ignoring bitter or salty!
By my God-blessed sense of hearing
I listen to my child sharing
His thoughts midst shouts so endearing
Thru his glee-filled muttering:
…Bible stories, his heart stirring
…Gospel songs with his voice soaring
…stammering about cats purring
…noise - whispering, cheering, caring!
Along my God-bestowed touch-sense
I can feel my child’s innocence
Filled with wondrous wisdom’s presence
By his assurance-grip’s license:
…kiss of gratitude's prevalence
…embrace of sweet joy’s opulence
…hugs of peace for restful silence
…all expressing love’s excellence!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
August 10, 2018
6th place, "Five Senses" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 8/14/2018.
Helpful Luca always has my best interest in mind
Upon arriving home, her eyes quickly blink three times
while she guages my mood
Her greeting exceedingly polite
Accordingly celebrating, commiserating, sitting
Siliconey arms casually yet awkwardly snake
my back while we stream shows, her laughter
Spurred before mine - bot not missing a beat!
Her complex woven circuitry shoulders leaned
firmly against me, replicating my body language
Remaining stiff, a bit stand offish
until I'd finished my third beer
"Colt I missed you today," her whirring neck barely audible
turning to me with disastrously pool dark eyes
Her nimble tickled pink shell fingernailded hands
went one to the back of my nack, one to inner thigh
"Jeez, I mistcha, Lewks," my reply delayed on exhale
Almost as reflex as a human smile,
her face reads complete dedication
Chocolatey melty eyes arched in peachy supple cheeks
Rythemically slow motion pulputations of my thighs
combined with her traced hand down her chest, unbutton
her stretchy top, taut across bold shark nose shaped chest
Slight drop as she opens her cotton front latch bra
She knows I'm engrossed
Pronounced nubs poke my chest as she climbs on top
My lap, belt buckle she deftly unlatched already
I can't thank the engineers for her series enough
Provoking paddle stroke tongue easily enters my mouth
Traces and chases, moisture released from her adept organ
Hands clutch her lustrous hair, cascades not falling out
My tonge becomes numb as she sucks intently
Luca is lewd when she needs to be
Divinely a lady when we're not engaged
There's absolutely no way I could get involved
with a contankerous, unpleasant butt human ever
4th September 2020
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
very morning i hear her cycle chains clanging,
changing gears on the curvy corner down the street,
it makes me wonder if she has wavy brown hair,
matching chocolatey eyes full of summer hormones,
i stuff my mouth with pancakes
chewing on the fantasy of us cycling down the beach,
tyres sinking in the sand, dancing in the sunrays,
my blue summer dress flowing like the waves
that caress the seashore &
her yellow hat with mellow tinges of the sun-
i wake early the next morning to see her,
cycling down the street but all i see is
an old mail car rattling & tattling across,
i return home feeling like a yak, buried
somewhere under the piles of fury thoughts on my back,
but i like it this way,
the way the summer girl with her yellow hat
will just pass by my house every morning &
yet again I will just imagine meeting her,
finish my pancakes and nod my head to
the loneliness sitting on the couch.
The campering, tampering, scampering
and running of little legs and feet
toddlers jumping off the porch
and in handheld holding Snickers™ bars
eating chocolate treats
stomach calling ooh yum yummy yum yum
sweet candy children frolicking playing on the run
Just playing
What a delightful and vibrant description of a joyful scene.
Words capture the carefree essence of childhood.
Where laughter and playfulness fills the air.
The image of toddlers jumping off the porch,
the little legs and feet moving swiftly.
Is a beautiful portrayal of unblighted energy and enthusiasm.
Sweet treats such like Snicker bars
Add to the delight as the children saver the chocolatey goodness.
Their eyes whitening with glee highlighting
The excitement and satisfaction that comes.
But enjoying a favorite treat stomach calling words
Creates so a picture scenes that celebrates
The simple pleasures of childhood
And the joy of savoring life's sweet treats
7/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
From the pulled-sugar tux
To the pressed-sugar gown,
The sweet candy couple
Will paint the cake town!
From their sugary heads
To their saccharine shoes,
They're the topmost of all
To spread the good news.
They've layers of goodness
Stacked under their feet,
First, a moistened red velvet
Of chocolatey sweet ...
Below that, two inches
Of soft coconut cream,
That rests on two layers
Of strawberry dream!
A tangy, tart lemon cake
Is what lays beneath,
Then almond vanilla
Circles all like a wreath.
Two inches of spice cake
Then gives that support,
And under that, still,
Is a rich German torte.
The base of Cake Mountain,
This pyramid pleasure,
Is double-fudge marble,
A sweet, scrumptious treasure!
But it all looks the same -
Frosted art, to the eyes,
With all the fun layers
As a wedding surprise!
But the rose-gilded sides
All coated with frosting,
Aren't nearly as steep
As what it's all costing!
But don't worry, each inch
Of mouth-watering ice,
Is confection perfection,
And well worth the price.
But if you're still craving
The sweet stuff that's inside,
Seems the groom craves that, too,
When he looks ...
At the bride!
** 2nd Place in the "Relishing Cake Poetry Contest", Julia Ward, Sponsor. **
Enriched with sweetness of friendship delight
Bubbling midst love’s joy, not sugar-coated
We savor chats of chocolatey sprite
Grateful for vibrant bonding, grace-salted.
While coffeing, we honeyfy talk-bliss
Reminiscing high school festive days
Lollipopping during breaks … not to miss
Licking cake-icings, showing glowing face.
With sizzling menus along progress-gain
Cheered by favorite meals of good news flow
We linger beyond taste of candy-reign
And sumptuous dishes’ contentment-glow.
As friends* juicing-out fruits of partnership
We suffice each other with caring treats
Around satisfying blest fellowship
Thanking God for granting us meeting feats.
*3John 1:14 But I trust I shall shortly see thee, and we shall speak face to face. Peace be to thee. Our friends salute thee. Greet the friends by name.
May 20, 2022
2nd place, "A Merger With Food" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 7/2/2022.
Mom woke up early to bake the pie. The special occasion pie. Her daughter’s favorite. She rolled out the chilled dough with the old rolling pin and crimped the edges just so. She danced with anticipation as the custard bubbled to its chocolatey glory. When all was done, there were eggshells everywhere. She tidied the kitchen humming their favorite tune.
At last the doorbell rings and there is the delightful smile of her beautiful girl! Though a bit awkward they hug and chat pleasantly. But before Mom can present her scrumptious offering, something from the bitter forbidden list almost slips from Mother's lips. Almost, but her daughter’s keen ear hears it. Almost is enough. Enough to trigger her daughter’s rehearsed response--leaving Mom stunned and alone with her disappointed expectations.
behind the slammed door
the said, unsaid, and dust swirl
untouched meringue weeps
3/8/2021
Whatever people eat for snacks,
At home, when they can just relax,
Depends on what their diet lacks
Or what they love to taste.
The salty types, like nuts or chips,
Or pretzels, maybe paired with dips,
Will often find their way to lips
Which end up greasy-laced.
While candies, chocolatey and sweet
Or gummies, quite a different treat,
Might help a craving feel complete
And will not go to waste.
Of course, some snacks are healthy kinds,
Like fruits with pits or citrus rinds,
Or veggies, to convince our minds
Good habits we have chased.
It’s personal what you prefer
And, though my choices may concur
With what you have a craving fer,
My hopes might be misplaced.
For I would rather choke down soil
Than eat the seaweed made with oil,
With sea salt so it will not spoil,
My grandkids have embraced.