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She has skinny legs the elderly elf king said.
But her stripes are darling- green, blue and red.
She is the queen of the mushrooms I am sure.
Her motives are kind and her heart is pure.
His spoiled son Chester who knew very little at all.
Wanted an elf princess who was voluptuous and tall.
She is truly amazing, his father said, talking her up.
If he had his way, she’d arrive in a loving cup.
Chester had his eye on a gnomette with a goosey grin.
If she did not suit his needs, he would date her own twin.
The skinny legged queen of the mushrooms felt a bunch of relief.
She was empathetic and kind. They shared not one belief.
It worked out well in the end, they both got their way.
Chester got his twins, who were giddy, merry and gay.
The Queen of the mushrooms had a life full of love.
Best scenario for both, orchestrated by the angels above.
Tossing and turning in my bed
millions of things going in my head
just when I think I'm a step closer
I realize my dreams are thousands of miles ahead
Trying to hold on to that last thread of sanity
Finding the light that was once lost in me
Gasping for air reaching out my right hand
Hoping someone will hold me up and help me stand
Drowning in my own tears
Instead of counting sheep, I'm counting my fears
And just when I'm about to let go
A little voice whispered in my ears
Rise! Rise from your depressed state and anxiety
Rise from the ashes of your self - pity
Show the world what you're made of
Leave them in awe with your ability
Pick yourself up after you stumble
Life is not measured by how many times you fall down
When everything feels like a cookie crumble
Know you could always turn it all around
Don't keep your head down. Look up!
Take and drink from HIS loving cup
Don't wallow in your sorrow, don't you every give up!
Your GOD is bigger than your fear, so look up!
Even though you may not be looking, always believe that love is cooking.Quote - Poet’s own
Bake love each day the whole of your life
Mixed with fervour and all kinds of spice
Everything you've ever hungered for
Hopes, dreams, wishes and all you adore.
Stir in measureless ardent passion
Sprinkle on top some sweet compassion
Simmer slowly on the lowest heat
‘Til your heartbeats are on the increase.
Then turn the temperature way up
Whilst drinking wine from the loving cup
Prepare the aura ready to eat
Soft music, dim lights during the feast.
Tempt palates with a special delight
Of afters that please the appetite
Just as we need food so we may live
We’re all in need of love to exist.
I hope you will test my recipe
It truly has done wonders for me.
she planned her escape in a methodical way
determined to leave by the following Sunday
I am going to set the castle on fire, she said
after they leave, I don’t want anyone dead
when they left for church, she began her pyres
by the time they would return, there would be seven fires
she put on a ball gown and danced as she lit them up
her dress was frothy and fine, fit her like a loving cup
the fires began in earnest, there were orange flames
when the king returned, he would know it was one of her games
she had taken the lead, she was powerful once again.
He will never find me; she laughed. Let the leaving begin.
We’ll meet one last time tomorrow
to sign upon that dotted line
and what God once joined together
will be forever unentwined.
It’s the south side of tomorrow
no more friction, no more strife
break apart to come together
time to start a brand new life.
Still I think about our first year
when all our eggs were sun side up
and your morning smile made it clear
we more than filled our loving cup
It’s the south side of tomorrow
no more friction, no more strife
break apart to come together
time to start a brand new life.
Though the papers say no fault dear
we both know that’s not quite true
each affair would end with makeup tears
but we had new dreams to pursue.
It’s the south side of tomorrow
no more friction, no more strife
break apart to come together
time to start a brand new life.
We’ll meet one last time tomorrow
to sign upon that dotted line
and what God once joined together
will be forever unentwined.
the beast detests the prince of pomposity.
the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair
in place with grease. his too white smile released
to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them.
his shoulders straight, his swagger thrills his mates.
they clink the loving cup — the weight of gold.
the prince delivers speech, to kill the beast.
the mirror grins and chases him outside.
she holds the hand of Belle - who breaks the spell,
preferring horn-y beasts to boastful toads.
as castle servants change into their skin,
they dance in conga line and imitate
the swaggering and pompous prince who splits.
now he’s the village idiot you see.
8/28/2019
SWAGGER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Blank verse with 10 syllables except
for first line with 11 and feminine ending
It's not that men are totally blind
It's just that we can't see most of the time
Focusing mainly on I, me and don't forget mine
In our mess of a head it's so hard to find
What it is that women really do want
With all of the does along with all of the dont's
Maybe what we really need is a special font
To help us clueless men move right along
In the right direction so we don't have to guess
Then life wouldn't be such a crazy mess
You'd get much more out of us than much more of less
Avoiding much of the misery of your P.M.S.
Now that I being a real man have brought it up
Spilling the wine out of the loving cup
Haven't you heard that idea raised way to much
From most of us men that don't know enough
Well I want you to know that your not alone
P.M.S. once inside tends to grow and grow
Just try your best to let it go
Because...
P.M.S. for those not in the know
Is short for Pre Murder Syndrome
Restore, restore, restore;
Oh, Lord restores
Restore, restore, restore;
My, Lord
Renew in me the victory;
Consume the newness;
Plant a tree of life in my soul;
Allow my heart and spirit to grow, grow, grow;
Restore, restore, restore;
Oh, Lord restores
Restore, restore, restore;
My, Lord
Break me up,
Remold me;
Pour me out;
Restore me, put me in your loving cup;
Fill me up, Oh!, Lord, fill me up
Fill me
When I’m broken mold me;
When I’m spilled soak me up;
Break me up
Remold me such…
Pour me out;
Fill me up
Restore, restore, restore;
Oh, Lord restores
Restore, restore, restore;
My, Lord
Unto to me the joy of you Lord your salvation
Restore, restore, restore
Evermore, evermore, evermore
12/23/19
Psalm 51:12
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Just one year ago today we found you
abandoned, neglected and left for dead
With one stringy vine drooped over the pot
I would have discarded you but instead
My wife felt something stirring inside her
that said you were struggling so hard to live
She moved you to a warm spot in the house
and gave you all the love she had to give
At first your leaves died and fell to the floor
I thought that perhaps you had given up
But she nurtured and talked and sang to you
she let you drink deep from her loving cup
By a miracle it happened one day
a tiny leaf showed itself to the world
With every day that passed you got stronger
til you let your true potential unfurl
Today we might see some scars of your past
they don’t diminish the beauty that’s true
But create the you that stands proud and strong
all because she never gave up on you
From just one person giving all her love
now this life will be able to survive
All it takes is some love and compassion
for something to become healthy and thrive
You give colors to my life,
You've painted it with love;
You've turned the darkest day
Into light like the sun above.
During the saddest moment,
Deep into the night so lonely;
You make my eyes sparkle,
With a smile on your face so lovely.
Under the rubbles of failure,
You rescue and pick me up;
You've lifted my spirits high,
No longer dry in my loving cup.
When I've nobody to turn to,
Feeling upset and down;
You're there showing concern,
Ready to turn my world around.
Like a made masterpiece,
A painting of peace after the strife;
My heart is warmed and inspired,
You give colors to my life.