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Anna Belle 1619 (Part One)
She set out to Jamestown in 1619
She's a Nordic ship on the sea
She's purple in shades in streams
She bathes in the Caribbean breeze
She needs no bard's flattery
No barroom cajolery
Only God with His love sets her free
Along the Levant coast, Aqaba, and Red Sea
My Shulamite who longs for me
She whispers softly, a euphony
Her chestnut flowing glory
Cascades oh womanly
And shaded for only me to see
A music-box dancer
Flawless she prances
Her beauty captured in Renaissance fancy
Reciting "I do"
My bride in June
My beloved in truth
As we walk together towards God
Anna Belle MMVI (Part Two)
Streetlights lead the way from home
Into the distance I drift and and I doze
Off to sleep where I meet Anna
On the coastal retreat out on the veranda
I hand her a poem and it reads:
Anna Belle
You have a lover's light
It is a beacon to this traveler's eye
You are grace and life
A sunburst shining Christ
Luminosity on this day which God has made
I m-i-s-s-i-s-s-I miss your kiss
When you're away
She sighs, what a look in her eyes
I desire to know as she ponders each line
In her heart unfurling more woes
A cascading of tears and hopes
Holding hands, we share our dreams
Of a journey together, the valleys the peaks
Our eyes meet, we momentarily hesitate
Then univocally say "You are my soul mate"
Goodbye Anna Belle (Part Three)
Preacher by day, poet by night
This hero's weakness is iron pyrite
A ship among ships
I sail on by moon eclipsed
No stars or astrolabe
To navigate me me towards my babe
The captain of the Eternity
Has set course and ushered me out to sea
With memories of her and dreams of home
I seek the shore in the sad poem
As I roam and comb Rome
I see faces from pages I've written in tome
Familiar, I see her everywhere
In the euphemistic flower and cascading hair
I ponder the thought of all thoughts
Why did Jesus endure the path and the cross
Out of love, a love that leads step by step
Through a mystery of enigmatic depths
I say my goodbye in this melancholy ode
I mourn, but not as one with no hope
JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991.
We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction,
In which we both were in a win-win situation.
Since then, we became close friends,
Every week, she travelled a long way to see me,
Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts.
Which she made and delivered to many shops,
Displayed closed to the cashiers
And available for purchasing by the shoppers.
Once, she moved from North West inner city,
To South East outer suburban's villiage.
That did not stop her from visiting me.
That was how good she had treated and loved me as a friend.
The last time we spent going holiday together,
Travelling to Sydney with her partner.
It was nearly two decades ago.
Since then, as time went pass,
Our relationship gradually torn apart.
From time to time, she promised we would meet,
Eventually she broke all her promises,
But at least she rang to apologise,
After letting me waited at the meeting places.
Once, I waited for one hour
While working in the front garden of my house,
She called to tell me she was in Overseas.
Since then, I promised myself,
I never believe or trust her again.
One decade has gone,
She continued calling me,
I tactfully made excuses.
That I was very busy which was true.
I had no more time to wait on her.
Eventually, her partner disclosed to me,
She suffered Bipolar, a mental disease.
When she were happy and functioned normally,
She always made promises to people,
Genuinely thinking of pleasing them,
Then, when her moods were affected,
She forgot all her promises,
And unintentionally offended people including me.
Ever since I learned about her mental health issue,
I understood better and never
Angry or blamed her any more.
Each time she called and suggested we meet,
I just politely thanked for her offer,
Claiming I was busy with my daily activities.
Like playing piano, swim, travel, embroidery,
Poem writings and now A.I. helping
To make music and songs from my own poems.
This year, I met JC,
He behaved and resembled so much of my friend,
But I was unsure, if he suffered the same kind of mental illness.
Then, I would treat him accordingly without bitterness.
Hide Her Away
Tucked away in shame, to hide his own discretions...he hid her away....
Of the world of social media so that he shall lift his own insecurities and feed his plate of lust, desire and importance
He hid her away...
Quiet as a feather...
The Social Universe would never know that this exquisite piece of his human puzzle ever existed
He hid her away...
A mold of beauty and grace
An aura that exhumed love, light and softened even the hardest of beasts
So sweet so pure
He hid her away...
This humble mold has a smile that could brighten the darkest storm and ripple the earth with light
Eyes of mystic and depth
And a heart so unselfishly giving...
But he hid her away....
Ignoring the realness of the many layers within her
He never saw the strength or power that resided within her being
Or the final layer...
That laid within the crevices
The ultimate release of letting go.
Although clothed in weakness to the unseen world's eye
This layer was wrapped in pain, struggles and dark nights of tears...
It was the bulls eye that once hit ...you will never forget
Once touched you can never return
Once burned you can never rise up from again
And he came to that bulls eye...
That final exploding blow
When the silence is all that is heard..
And she finally hid him away....
Under the layers of the past.
To the hope of a man who will not
Hide her away....
Tammy Flanagan @copyright 2019
She came sauntering into the bedroom with that peacock look.
Not only is she sexy, but Queen Hafsa is an excellent cook.
Is my steak finished? King Sabir asked, salivating a bit.
Queen Hafsa gave him a dance that showed him her whit.
His brown eyes narrowed as he stared at her feathered tail.
Hey, he asked, did the peasants yet bring in the mail?
She gave a spin and stared the king down hard.
He coughed a bit, and was shaking like jelly lard.
Queen Hafsa still had a mesmerizing effect on him.
He knew now her act was serious, not a whim.
She pinned him to the bed and gently stroked his arm.
He laid back and gave up. What could be the harm?
She was a beast in the bedroom, his lovely queen.
A tiger, a cougar, a devout lover, smart and keen.
King Sabir’s eyes narrowed, and he let her lead the way.
Thrilled to the core, with his sensuous queen that day.
I’m crazy, I know—
but I’m craziest when I’m with you.
Something in me breaks open,
wild and beautiful,
like lightning that refuses to strike the same place twice
but always finds you.
My pulse forgets its rhythm.
The world goes blurry,
the rules stop mattering,
and I become everything I swore I’d never be—
reckless, loud,
alive.
You pull the storm out of me.
The kind that ruins and revives in the same touch.
I laugh until I ache,
I love until it hurts,
I want until wanting becomes a wound I don’t want to heal.
There’s fire in my veins when you look at me.
The sane parts of me scatter like birds—
and what’s left
is raw, trembling,
real.
I’m crazy, I know.
But tell me—
what’s sanity worth
if it means losing
the only thing
that makes my soul remember
how to burn?
Written by: D. Collins 1/5/13
If you doubled the size of medium-petite,
that would be ripe for a man like me.
I prefer a jiggle when I spank that ass.
Then watch it spring to attention, extremely fast.
Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl has that kind of stuff.
Tools and moves to make me scream “Ooh! I’ve had enough.
She’s just the perfect size, with cushion here and there.
The kind that keeps you warm in that February air.
Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl is the one I have to have.
The only woman with the privilege to clock my ass.
It doesn’t come through drama, it is borne from respect.
Whenever I try to go there, she brings me back in check.
She could scrape up a meal from dried noodles and a bone.
And, cover my back better than Al Capone.
So, I advise everyone, they’d better get one of them.
A Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl turn boys into men.
Whispers to the Moon
My Moon, your curls tumble like midnight's wild prayer,
I miss weaving my hands through their untamed grace,
Holding you tight, where we fit without care,
Glove to the hand, in this sacred embrace.
Mirrors and opposites, souls etched through time,
Known in the stars, lifetimes deep in our gaze,
It felt like the truth, pure and sublime,
Right to the bone, in your infinite ways.
Road trips we chased, windswept and alive,
Morning coffees shared, your warmth in my palm,
Music igniting as lovers we'd thrive,
Singing our fire, bodies a psalm.
Wilderness walks, hand in earth's quiet art,
Seaside quests where waves kissed our dreams,
Talks of the divine, faith's hidden heart,
Teasing your light from my shadowed seams.
Your care was my shelter, soft as the tide,
Now echoes ache in the void left behind.
My Moon, if the night calls you back to my side,
We could trace those old paths, let the longing abide.
?
Madeline was attached to her horse as to no other.
Not her siblings, her father, her groom or her brother.
Her horse was tall, magnificent and seventeen hands high.
They together were formidable and intimidating, no lie.
They entered events as a unit of one, completely together.
Showed up at horse shows, no matter if inclement weather.
United in spirit so well, Madeline began to look like her horse.
Not seventeen hands high. That would have been silly of course.
Her siblings got married and moved away from the ranch.
They started a new family tree. Each with a new branch.
Madeline stayed around, taking care of her parents and steed.
Never marrying, but happy with her favorite boy, Old Mead.
BEAUTIFUL SOUL---
The way you pray, I love you
The way you worship God
I love you
Those edifying words that come from within
I love you, I love you
and you have a beautiful soul
you have such a beautiful, beautiful soul
Physical attractions OK
Wouldn't have it any other way
But your spirit and your soul
Is so, so, so beautiful
The way you pray, I love you
The way you worship God
I love you
Those edifying words that come from within
I love you, I love you
and you have a beautiful soul
you have such a beautiful, beautiful soul
and you have a beautiful soul
you have such a beautiful, beautiful soul
Those edifying words that come from within
I love you, I love you
and you have a beautiful soul
you have such a beautiful, beautiful soul
and you have a beautiful soul
10/24/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
For nothing
Am playing your card now
Cos mine was impossible
To hold you close to me
I warned you from the start
With my love
I showed you my intension
You knew it from the start
Now why do you break my heart
Are you happy now
For nothing
Am riding on your ways now
I never knew how dirty
It was till now
I was caught by your young
Seduction
Never knew how you lie
Never knew how you play
Just wanted to be your man
And that was not meant
To be a crime
For nothing
I am singing your song now
I thought it was a love song
I thought I could feel the humour
You bear
I wanted to feel your perfume
But your odour is of deceit
Your ways are full of pains
Your lips kills a loving soul
And your actions speaks
Clearly who you are
It sad so sad
To realize all the love
I shared with you was just
For nothing