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Survey Of A Happy
life.
The question I was
asking:
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
uplifting
it's giving and
sacrificing
It is easy to
Identify
if you know the
signs.
Reciprocating,unselfish
It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-
A blood rush to
cheeks.
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.
And for our,
grandchildren
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
the
presence of their
eyes.
Enduring and over-
looking each
failure.
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.
The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...
We who know,know
the value of
these...
Also we see the
importance of
laughter.
We knew how to live
-
we knew love then
and shall, in the
hereafter.!
Cascading baubles, crystals in the air;
raindrops dance down without a single care.
Tulips smile as they drink the water in
heaven’s nectar of pitter-patter din.
To softest ground the hungry birds arrive,
for tasty meals, beaks take a a little dive.
The hungry hatchlings singing little chirps,
will be appeased post meal with tiny burps.
Spring blooms of the narcissus and iris,
replenish stalks with liquid refreshment.
my mind travels back to the fonder days,
of my childhood when in the rain we played.
4-23-2020
Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
"Welcome to us"; we promise to give you a hard time.
Here, everything that isn't studying is a crime.
What? Few hours of studying is too less.
We apologise, but we couldn't be bothered about your stress.
Hobbies are forbidden under us.
Children take time, but they gradually adjusts.
I'll tell you a fact.
People were aware, but they didn't react.
We do discriminate between girls and boys.
We create a barrier and seize their joys.
We make girls wear long kurtas and boys a simple shirt.
So that those nasty girls don't dare seduce or flirt.
We disguise it in the name of culture.
This only applies to girls so that they don't become vulgars.
Poore are ignored and so is their potential.
Don't forget this information is confidential.
We even gurantee to ruin your child's mental health.
Sometimes, the child is even pushed to death.
We don't even assure your child a high paying job.
And that's how we succeed in our work to rob.
So please enroll your child in our "perfect" educational system.
And then let them become our victims.
If you feel good, it’s not because of me or you
It’s because of God…
If you’re happy it’s not about yours or mine smile
It’s God’s heart…
It's because of God
The joys within Him that He compiles
If you’re destiny is dreamt, not about anything we spin nor spent
It's because of God
Reality is just the infinite circle on this eternal quest
Needing more and not satisfied with less
It's because of God
Oh! foolish mankind humanities should be on alert and stand
You see God holds and molds time IN HIS HANDS
1/25/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Spenserian sonnet
To Trundle Beach we turn to find our fun
with fam'ly on vacation ev'ry June.
Relaxing, romping, ready for some sun,
we traipse the trails with youngsters before noon
then nestle down for babys' naptime croon.
We find the time for each of our four boys,
yet treasure time alone, a honeymoon.
It's tough adjusting to the constant noise.
When adolescents share their digi-toys
we feel our age; they show us how to text.
No way we can compete with cyber joys.
We've pondered year by year, "What can come next?"
When June has passed and gone, we beg for rest
with mixed emotions, we leave Trundle blessed.
April 2, 2012
Some days when I wake up….I have this comfort system I employ…
I list a few things…a kind of free association…that I’ve found bring me joy.
I have discovered here in North Carolina…a different location on the map
some joys are separate from those in Florida…while some joys overlap.
The stars that twinkle in the sky…the way the colors of the leaves change every day
hot chocolate on a cold night…the whistle of the train as it nears then fades away.
A visit from a deer or a turkey family…the way the sun peeks through the trees.
listening to a mountain rain…catching falling leaves as they float upon the breeze.
Mountain dogs without their leashes…watching the sun behind the mountain drop.
sitting on the porch playing cards…clouds casting shadows on the mountain tops.
Hiking up and down the mountains….watching the squirrels and foxes prance
A windy day amidst the trees as their leaves and branches dance.
Listening to the birds, the wind, the murmur of a mountain stream….
sitting in the cold, dark silence of the morning…with nothing to do but dream.
Watching nature dance her beautiful ballet with grace and elegance and style
experiencing these with family and friends…who stop in and visit for a little while
It seems whether in Florida, in North Carolina…
or anywhere I travel on the map
the joy of sharing joy with loved ones…
is a joy that will always overlap
Because the true beauty of it all…
the daily joy I receive from here upon the ground
or from the sky above….
is always made more joyful…
by sharing it
with those I love.
The greatest love story ever told
Is right here in my heart
It isn't fancy with fancy words
It's sweet like the song of a lark
No need for any material things
To prove the depth my love
Just holding your body close to mine
A love that fits like a glove
Many words have since been written
About how true love endures
Words expressing one's inner feelings
Feelings so intense and pure
Life on earth is a fleeting thing
We're here next moment we're gone
Love until your very last breath
Too soon you'll be passing the baton
My heart sings with the joys of love
Tender words flow out like a river
The greatest love story ever told
Makes my soul and body quiver
© Jack Ellison 2012
Tonight is my birthday and I'm in for a surprise
My darling desires to thrill my eyes
The living room is set and the lights are turned low
Scented candles are lit as I await what she shows
Soft ballads play from rock bands we adore
To my left she enters such beauty amour
In sexy black lace with traces of deep red
Her curvaceous shapes play with my head
Teasing and taunting in her gypsy style dance
Erotic she is, my eyes captured in trance
Pouting she writhes alluring my clutch
Staying out of reach, denying me of touch
Scintillating movements as she edges real close
Her perfume entices my desire to pursue
My hearts now pumping in manly crave
As I catch her kisses in loving threw
Closer she dances as she takes my hand
As I arise and join her as we take to the floor
Embraced we are on this special night
Passion awaits with my girl I adore
Touchingly we kiss as our hands declare
Revealing to each other our bodily joys
Blissful caressing declares our time
Our bodies unite in loving employ
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-14.php
When earth is dearly smiling
thee put doubtfulness to our joys
chattering humanity then and now
a memory of thee could have
visited moon tomorrow
it is possible to remember it, the wild
even when state hid her
despair, that is filling the world with sorrows
Oh! a false Polina! of unholiness
can earth forget thy injury?
forget that window to sink?
even science with her uproar
and enthusiasm to change the world?
shrink, fear and express jittery when informed?
or one expression
earth morns a scene
as if it can withstand shame
to hear and bear a story and tale of who
may have thought and acted so
dent is huge and humiliating
always there though
thee may have wished to swallow
and wanted to claim freedom to scatter in air
now I have no doubt thee is like a stormed
boat to no one country
let me not recall
despair of attention and deciept
surrounding its history since so
I fear tis rising sorrows
to overwhelm the blossoms?.
Father you whose am I HERE AM I
Sitting here in the park
in the light it's not dark
it's a new day on the park
Bench swing Swing it's crackling
exhaling
God's prayer as I look to my left there's a shadow
it follows over my head
I look up it's gone yet it's black
was it a spirit slaying over me cuz
I am being still now like human
~
The Sun Shines off the windows of the buildings
skyscraper
Adjacent a pillar call unto Him in the air
FATHER looks diwn unto me He sees me
On the swing forward bacward motion
Screeches as I stare I swing my heels are embedded
Lighting On Top of the Rock heels in the sand, I am
That I am all that I am that I am God's
Blessing me I taste the clean the freshness of it
The calm morn Breeze and spiraling down my nostrils Throughout my lungs I am that I am I so swing
I'm in love with the life the heart that flows
Hearts breath beating in my chest the blood flows Resonating subdivisions of intuition resonating
I am blessed as the swing screeches swing back and forth in mind I look into the sky I see your mind blues blue radiance you as God is my witness and I confess
That I am blessed beyond the normalcy of the rest
I caress myself and all and Splendor I wonder how long I spiraling toward the sky my heart souls ask the question When? why?
In this city park downtown in the light
Some souls are dark
float flying above me blue you Skies
When you come Jesus, When will you come Jesus
When will you be?
When you return my Lord and Savior
Where will I be?
Will I be surrounded by your nature
Will it be dark
Will I be Father Daddy Sitting Swaying in a Swing at the Park Sitting Swaying in a Swing at the Park
9/3/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2023