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Read about a few good love stories
Heard of so many love stories
Imagined too with lovely hues
and twinkling woos
Have never been in one
Don’t know how it is to be in love
The real thing as they say
The magic that makes you sway
The tenderness that gives u a heavenly way
The place where everything is more than “ok”
The feeling of being with someone
Knowing that in the end of the day
There is someone waiting on your way
Someone who accepts you with all that you are
Either bad or a wart
The one with whom you don’t hide
Or keep secrets deep dark wild
Everybody is meant to be with someone
It’s in the destiny
But the wait is long and longer
As the days go by and nights waver
Waiting when some1 will come
From within the clouds
With stars as his companions
And moon his chauffeur
The phase that they say “hi and lows”
Of togetherness
The cries and joys
The tears and kisses
Letters saying somebody misses
The race to reach first to meet
The gifts and hugs
The happiness and fulfillment
The basket of “complements”
The reassuring smile
The look in those eyes
The moment getting caught
While looking at each other
and,Not to spare the moment of fights
The proud feeling “he’s my man”
The belief that none can
break us apart,
no not even fate could be so smart
all so wonderful,
like it starts with once upon a time…
and …they lived happily ever after.. could be the last line
I have seen “knowing phase” very deeply,
With attachments and emotions and trust bumped off meekly
But now when I am free spiritually and heartily
All that I need is a smile and some one walking beside me.
Form:
Her toenails had spikes that could stop a train
Her fingers were claws that could dig through a drain
Her teeth were jagged, her breath was ragged.
There was no doubt we would have our work cut out.
Her dad left instructions loud and clear.
To reform and re-create his daughter dear.
We knew she would take time to get ready
For a man, a potential suiter, and maybe a steady.
We washed her hair seven times before we had suds.
We made her face mask out of St Lucria’s holiday muds.
We brushed those blackened teeth, and her sour tongue.
Our reputation as matchmakers by a thin thread clearly hung.
You said you could do it, my husband reminded me.
We thought we would be finished by nine, it was a quarter ‘til three.
Who will we find? Will it be an old geezer?
We picked off the roaches, and threw away the tweezer.
What about old man McGoogly? His eyesight is bad.
He has a mail-order bride. She arrived yesterday from Chad.
When we were finished we made a little list, trying hard.
But we did not have to bother for here came Jimmy McBard.
He did not recognize her a bit; he was struck with her now.
He began to date her. At her engagement he got a cow.
Her dowry was plentiful, her hair was smooth a comb.
They lived happily ever after, with her Dad, in his home.
It is a story for the ages that generations will long repeat
for when it comes to these two lovers…it was their destiny to meet.
Two ordinary people…nothing more and nothing less.
He was not a knight in shining armor,
she was not a damsel in distress.
But from the moment they joined together…from that wondrous day
oh the castles they would build and the dragons they would slay.
Together they faced them all…monsters…ogres…vandals
wicked witches…big bad wolves…there was nothing they couldn’t handle.
And through all their years…through all their tears
through all their joys and sorrows and laughter…
from the moment they first met they lived happily ever after.
And every time their story is repeated…
it ends the same way…
without fail:
Sometimes in the middle of an ordinary life…
love gives you a fairy tale.
To my Realms
From One to Twelve, I see so you see me yes am still praying for my kind
Jubilee
I am the 13 on Earth Loving Living and Breathing the Jasmines blowing in the wind! Here where the dust rules hand in hand with the word of God all the world! Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust is the most Top 10 number 1 song all singing to the Realm of the dead God's will is done so he does what he said and says No more appeals to negotiating teams. Alpha the birth Omega the death the Beginning and the End in earth realms it is like making love with the dirt and dust at first all of sudden the dirt becomes the man the woman becomes the ribbed flesh appears eyes open to what a wonderful feeling like a child in love one love touch! To be loved equally yoke up love energy vibration so vibrant it is a head-to-breast- feeling breast to head feeling-head to breast- breast to head real adventure head to breast-breast to head Oh me I have equals but for me make sure you see me.
See one from 3-equal 2 I can say that again! if not! then One Lord One Faith One One pathway straight to a prepared place for prepared people One laced handkerchief perfumed with soul mate breathe the breeze because he lives inside of me all my members agree it be or ever will be meet or greet on earth or no yes he found me with love harmony plus faith plus never the reality is recognized already lived happily ever after with his soul mating song! He is Friends with the Heavenly Realm of all living on earth and land so close to this letter with one kiss and one red rose! My soul calls mate by the Lord side calls from the dusty fields so speak wind to him, my earthly lord and I spoke he roaring at the wind and I spoke!
Maybe later lol-who knows-Sincerly- for sure- can do it! Is it new yet? yes! yes! yes! you are my! I dare you lol- A kiss! good night-!you would-no you wouldn't-?can you now? you sent-lovely-Thanks! My love thanks so much my electrifying man=you are forever my joy-maybe? God willing sincerely closed by me and they happily ever after lived that level.
Joshua Nkomo fought the white man
Who had come to Africa, taken the land
The whites ruled Rhodesia, though we should note
Toward the end they had one man one vote
Which meant that blacks and whites
in that respect had equal rights.
Nkomo saw his fight as one of racial liberation
Mugabe, his rival, also fought for a black nation.
Mugabe was a Shona, Nkomo a Ndebele
Neither of them were what you'd call a nice fella,
Russia supported the Ndebele, the Shona had China there
North Korea trained Shona too, a reason to beware
Mugabe became leader but not by winning the fight
He got elected, Shona voters had more might
White rule ended, and all lived happily ever after
Actually, not true, what happened next was a disaster
Mugabe unleashed the Five Brigade
They had trained in North Korea, time for Ndebele to be afraid
So what can we learn, I don't have a dog in this fight
I don't think colonial rule was right
The Ndebele tribe were now killed en masse
Vast numbers of corpses under the African grass.
The lesson as I see it is that the violent liberator
May resonate with you, but he can be a hater
When he gets into power, to keep power he kills
While the sympathizers close their eyes to the blood that spills.
Let’s apply this lesson to leftists in the Hamas tent
A few brave Gazans point out Hamas doesn't like dissent
One dissident's first day in jail haunts his dreams
He can't forget listening to his colleagues’ screams.
Hamas members won an election, made logical moves
They consolidated power, threw rivals off roofs.
Again, both rivals weren’t all that nice
Even if you like their cause, there is a moral price.
You can find justice in many a cause, but that doesn't mean
Those who take up arms are worthy of your esteem.
In the 90’s radicals might wear a Che Guevara t-shirt
But beware, when with communists you flirt.
Che liked witnessing executions by firing squad
He’d shoot the bullet too, so admiring him is odd.
Some Cubans learned the hard way, Joshua Nkomo did as well
You can leave Purgatory and still end up in hell.
Know this, my friend, and don’t look back,
Be you white or brown or black.
Freedom’s more than a rebel’s name,
It’s how you treat folks once you’ve won the game.
It began...
One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of prowess.
He sought to tame the wily beast to bend it to his purpose
and dress its unsavory meat with secret herbs and spices.
And so it goes, the word was passed to every town and village,
to every man of strength and worth, "Come join our quest...
and feed the hungry children."
From far away the call was heard and answered by a chevalier,
who sought his fame and fortune.
He joined the ranks of other men to best the bird in battle,
and lead his hand to take a stand for all that's good and honored.
To journey long he caught a strong and fire breathing dragon,
shining bright its scales alight he flew for many hours.
The light grew dim as the beast gave in and landed on its talons.
Soft and round they touched the ground and squealed like pigs in fallow.
Alighting from the silvery beast and eager for the challenge,
he gathered with a band of knights at a local tavern
for a place to stay and to plan a way the beast to slay,
when he saw the king's young daughter.
He stared agog like a love sick dog as he laid his eye upon her,
exotic was she with her silken skin and gentle and elegant manner.
She looked at him and he saw her grin which took his breath away.
The princess sighed and winked her eye, a different beast she hunted
Her hair aglow in soft warm tones her golden eyes aflutter.
A spell she cast to lure her catch and imprison him in her dungeon.
The knight of old, his soul she stole, his quest was now forgotten.
And so it's told of a love so bold, a man's love for another,
Her hero now with a different vow, a new quest did he follow.
He asked the king,"May I give a ring, to your lovely daughter?"
The king agreed, eager was he, to find this girl a husband.
They moved away to a magical place, a kingdom unlike others,
where kids can play and sing all day and irritate their mothers.
Through many days both bright and grey they strove to love each other
Though times were hard they made their way, their problems just a bother
She bore for him, as time ticked on, two gentle loving daughters,
and there he stayed until old age as husband and as father.
...and they lived happily ever after.
09/16/15
I always remember you when the sun shines.
When the sun shined on your face, and
The sparkles that radiate around you.
That was the magic I remembered.
In those years, we laughed and cried,
When life was good.
I wish I could go back to that time,
I would change those things.
You were the one that slipped through my fingers,
the one I let go, and now, I'm left with nothing but regret.
You were always that person,
That I could never forget.
As the years fly by,
Some partners and a few marriages,
Yet all have failed,
Because they're not you.
I wish and pray at night to go back in time and
Save us so that we can have our happy ending, but
That only happens in the Fairy tales.
So, I dream so I can have you in my arms.
One day, maybe one day,
We will find each other.
I look on my phone, and I realize,
The past has indeed caught up with the future.
I see your picture a little older, but,
Still so beautiful.
Your smile radiates off the page,
As I remember those days of yesteryear.
I click "Accept."
I see your DM with a simple message,
That puts a smile on my face.
Charming, do you want to find your happy ending?
I answer, yes, Snow, I missed you so much!
Charming, this is your second chance,
Please don't blow it!
Snow, I promise you it won't happen, not again,
I've regretted that day all my life.
The doorbell rings, and I smile,
Knowing who's on the other side.
The door opens, and I see Snow.
A princess as she ever was.
As they say in all fairy tales,
"They lived happily ever after,
Prince Charming and Snow White."
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a Princess
“Will you marry me?”, the Princess said, “No!”
But the Prince lived happily ever after
As away on his Harley-Davidson he rode
He started dating lotsa full-breasted women
Hunted and fished and raced cars
Was seen courting ladies less than half his age
Drank Guinness and frequented bars
Been quite a while since he's heard any nagging
And he never paid child support
Romanced gorgeous cheerleaders regularly
Mud wrestling was his favourite sport
Ate Spam, french fries and Boston baked beans
Blew enormous earth shattering farts
A rebellious soul who left toilet seats up
Freaking cool and happy as a lark!
© Jack Ellison 2013
---A big mistake and a parallel universe
School days filled with endangered species cumulonimbus inchworms by the feet
And whale songs sung in the deep waters
After the fire whirlpools of six degrees of separation
Are ruby slippers on the grand plan,
of walking cliff hanging I am grateful so ever thankful
Of fond brain teaser big news of Good Fortune
Listen carefully I feel rich soil planted produces pearls lacquer
It was good while it lasted from best to worse
As the grass Is always greener fig leaf ginkgo biloba glaciers under the full moon
Green With envy there's no place like home looking good
Magarita skyscrapers mix beverages stirred with lightning blackberry tea
In puddles of sugar filled with raisins and plums
My thirst and hunger quakes as I resuscitate, regurgitating my fractured being
And my just in a twisted strangled dream and my dreaming smells of cedar chest Corporal open metals grass stained Nike pearl white shoes
Skimming through the four leaf clovers forget me Nots
And as his nightmare seems to be over
I open mine eyes and I see slowly
that -alas I have lived happily ever after?
11/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
She is odd, they said.
She won’t talk to you.
She is stuck up.
She is mean.
He did not believe them.
Them who had lied about him also when he was the new kid.
He sat with her during lunch.
They laughed like hyenas; he found her refreshing and delightful.
After school they cornered him.
They accused him of being disloyal to the pack.
They were angry that he did not take their word about her awfulness.
They were incensed that he had a mind of his own.
She is depressed, they said. She is a downer. She is bad news. Stay away or we will not be your friends.
He saw her sad, and soothed it.
He understood her downs, she had reasons for them.
So he sat with her at lunch, and he walked her home, and they used their sense of humors and they laughed.
Being with her felt wonderful, being with her was cathartic, being with her was love.
They were angry now. They surrounded him with baseball bats and bully clubs.
If you insist on following your heart and being nice to her, we will hit you, they told him.
We will hurt you.
We will kill you.
She is different, they told him. She is odd. One of them spit on his arm to prove his rightness.
He threw back his head and laughed at them and he did not stop laughing. He laughed for hours.
Their faces were mad. They were upset. They were so angry. They ran away, because they could not change him.
She came out of her house, ready to be walked to school.
What was that? She asked him.
A bunch of silliness, he told her.
They got married, and made friends all around the world.
Friends who liked them for having a sense of humor and minds of their own
And they lived happily ever after.