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With Name I shall cast my anchor
Taking care to never wreck the coral
Stone tablets I’ll cast to the sea
Stationery, my vessel in the breeze.
On the bow of this ship, my mind is free.
Loveliness became the shores before me.
Exquisite beauty in the shape of palms
Shimmering paths into vine covered hills
A stream runs up to a lake in the clouds
Feeding layers of clovers and grass and sage
Then rain came down and became the stars.
My stone tablets held fast in the breeze.
Remaining stationary on my vessel I see as
Evening became day and the stars became trees
Elegant curves fair the shores before me.
Gentle licks from a dove said above is to be
On the brow of a Love as alluring symmetry
”... to pleasure you, gives pleasure to me…”
A swirl of winds exchanging ecstasy
"The melodious song of a meadowlark"
Became blades of grass in a near by park
And a sun was set by this lost horizon…
On my ship I wept for my eyes were on.
Such beauty in their hearts as solitude
Peaceful grace as ease became longitude
Spring days lead to summers of Plentiful
Gentle Love is the Way of the people here
“The dying is slow and long are their years”
Form:
I think pink is a colour for the young,
It's also the colour of our tongue and lips,
And if we are
caucasian, even our hips.
Sugarplums, babies bums, shell-like ears are pink,
Some jewellery I think too,
Pearls, Beads and bangles, to mention just a few.
Pink champagne all froth and bubble,
Don't forget the pink flamingo,
Falling in love and all that trouble,
Of trying to hide that pink rosy glow,
Confectionery like candy floss,
That you can purchase at a fair,
Many other lollies are pink,
I'm sure you've had your share.
I can't think of any animal that is a shade of pink,
Except for the elephants,
One sees if they have had too much to drink!
Oh, what is the matter with me,
I gave my brain a jig.
Then I remembered, of course, the pig!
You can buy pink stationery,
Pink toilet rolls as well.
If you are young and in the pink,
Pink anything shops sell.
Pink bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen
Curtains and manchester galore,
Light fittings for walls and ceilings,
Carpet and tiles for the floor.
Pink balloons and festoons,
Banners and garlands and bunting,
Although a fox-hunters coat is red,
It's called pink when he goes hunting.
I'm feeling quite nauseous with this colour,
Although it was my favourite, many moons ago.
When I was young and in the pink,
All the young girls thought it so.
Acquiring a new pair of wings I flew into a reputative college to pursue my studies..
focussed on gaining knowledge
to become an independent girl I thrived,
Forming fresh set of friend circle sought to explore~ participating in extra- curricular activities.
Walking hurriedly on the loafers lane to reach college on time,planning group discussion's on subject topics, feeling nervous to present project's, Sneaking to canteen but not eating only chatting we did,hanging around in the campus enjoyed the exquisite infrastructure, bargaining with our stationery man while purchasing books and pens was fun,
chose staircase rather than escalator to reach our classes,
Clicking random photos on ethnic days,keeping a copy with each other to treasure our memories,
sharing dirty talks during lunch time we giggled,
admiring the beauty of our lectures we envied,
short time spent at libraries ~exchanged feelings than reading,glancing at our answer sheets we recounted our marks,learnt working together on assignments, having fun at practical classes,filling pages in record, sitting under trees and examining flowers & insects ,clinging to each others arms we walked all time,being proud volunteer in fests,Setting up stalls to earn marks,
extra credit courses that we chose was mind refreshing ,
sitting at bus stop ~were commenting crazily at our class girls who bunked and enjoyed with their boyfriend's,
crazy night fire camp dance,
playing badminton,relaxing in swimming pool,rain dancing at resort ~our last industrial trip that was,
sitting behind my best friend enjoying bike ride, fresh air hitting my face was fun.,
Working on internships on every Saturday's, travelling in train for short while to reach our destination~teaching school children,conducting exhilarating activities we enjoyed.
Successfully completing our graduation
we hopped on our career paths.
Meeting once in a while on holidays we reminisce about our crazy times that happened five years ago.!
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Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.
From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on my stylish lockers
all bore labels of 'made in China' in block capitals
and that explains thriving doorbell hawkers.
And for 'economical' me, stuff made in China
does hold a lot of frugal charm
Comes all the way from China, my granny's parka
About 'made in China' I've never had any qualms.
And because I don't intend to fritter away
hard-earned savings on any frippery
for 'made in china' alone shall my purse'n' pocket pay
and don't they play their part perfectly,
both my 'made in China' stereo and frisbee?
And all that 'made in China cutlery and crockery
is just as fragile and breakable as any other
All my life I've stuck to made in China stationery
and their costs haven't been any exorbitant so far.
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I have seen latest High quality samsung Chinese cellphones
My TV a longlasting decade old, yes chinese Hitachi brand
You can wisely avoid debts and loans
purchasing brand new grand stuff from
the Chinese land
And then to my surprise I discovered
that many people both here and abroad
tended to buy things made in the land of the Great Wall
for similar reasons: esp they're easier to afford.
Ah, I don't like the idea of squandering away
or thoughtless wasting of wealth
No one could ever make a spendthrift out of me
For that would be unhealthy for budget health!
To refrain from prodigality and unfeeling extravagancy
'made in China' seems to me the solution
Let millionnaires make-believe that only the costly has quality
for I ain't gonna buy that pricey notion!
Sandy wouldn't stop thinking about her Saturday
Just so parallel and very scary
But she could never forget her way
That morning, Sandy was shocked by the display.
She found herself feeling rather contemporary.
Sandy couldn't stop thinking about this Saturday.
She realized that this Saturday was grey
She tried to focus on a library
But she couldn't ever forget the way.
Pluto said Sandy was obsessing too away
Said his mind had become too arbitrary
Sandy couldn't stop thinking about this Saturday.
Sandy took action like a lay
Her Saturday was becoming too preliminary
But he could never forget the way.
Sandy nosedived like a Saturn cache
Her mind turned into a stationery
Sandy couldn't stop thinking about the Saturday
But she could forget the way about Saturn's day.
6/27/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Laura Mackenzie,
Phillips was checking out while,
Doting fans were near, waiting
For her autograph,
She had a City Ledger
Account, the studio will
Pay, she only needs
To sign it. Constant trouble
Made for the short attention
Span, "Please sign here...", she
cut me off, grabs some hotel
Stationery and proceeds
To autograph it,
"HUGS & KISSES THAT'S FROM THE
MISSES--but before she signs
It,--TO,--looks at me
And says, "Who?", I gave her my
kid sister's name. We are not
Allowed to have one's
Autograph--LISE", I placed
her account in front of her
She gives it the once-
Over, signed it, gave her a
Copy and told her we are
Done, "We at Hilton...,
Blah-blah-blah, Thank you!"--then I
told the doting crowd, "She's yours!"
(Y-E-A-H!)
***ONE DAY AT A TIME, and one such of many tidbits with the stars.
Date: 08/28/2019
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In an Indian home, at break of day,
It is a tender scene, in a timeless way.
A mother's love, a daughter's quest,
In this morning light, they're truly blessed.
On the floor, their space is shared,
With books and notes, they're both prepared.
The young girl's eyes, so full of grace,
Locked onto her mother's wise embrace.
A quiet room, the sun's soft kiss,
Illuminating this scene of bliss.
A mother's touch, her gaze so warm,
Nurturing dreams in every form.
In cotton sarees, simple and neat,
They sit together, love's heartbeat.
With homemade books and stationery,
They craft their educational journey.
With every word and lesson shared,
The mother's wisdom, tenderness, and care.
In this modest abode, they find their way,
Learning and growing, day by day.
A snapshot of a time, now past,
A mother's love, forever to last.
In rural India's tranquil embrace,
She becomes her daughter's first embrace.
Through the window, sunlight streams,
A symbol of hope, of shared dreams.
A mother's role, both profound and true,
Guiding her child, helping her through.
In humble means, they find their way,
With love and learning, come what may.
This mother's lesson, from her heart,
This is where a child's education truly starts.
As time moves on and years go by,
The bond they share will touch the sky.
In this Indian home, a story unfolds,
A mother's love, forever told.
From basics to values, life's every part,
Taught by her mother, with all her heart.
A daughter's future, set aglow,
By a mother's passion, love, and flow.
So, let us cherish this sacred role,
A mother's teaching, her lifelong goal.
For in her lap, a world takes flight,
Where a mother's love ignites the light.
Tonight i come i write as not me
but for thee
With fashioned , gifted , borrowed ,
lender pen
On behalf of or partial to other's
those who no longer , longer nigh
As raven , ashen , dust , decaying
are they having had their life their
day in earthly court
So if yee dead have something
wished for i to say
Then speak through me drive my
hand force my pen your story tale
to tell , lest it be left untold
Tell me of the very moment a tear
drowned trickle beaming smilling
upon your face
Whence i your first born baby
entered exited head a first
What joy it was or felt to be
a father of a new born innocent
infant birthed
To witness wife as mother screaming
crying tears of joy handed cradling
child on breast so close and tender
to chest
Tonight i write impartial on and
for the family swelling tree's behalf
As fallen leaf in felling autumnal
setting each leaf asides
Like only running water son or
daughter , mother , father can
like water the influence of ink
doth feel
For love of one another once
crosses tears apart
Till sitting in a garden shed
in silent contemplation is
the only hobby worth of
consequent
Once stationery becomes one
tool swapping spade for pen
in a den of ubiquity
And the waterfall the quill still
wetting is fallen fateful closely
met
With imagery to overcome and
match said sorrow both head
to head and face on face
Terminating in everlasting , restful
grace for all and everyone no less
blessed
A hug is an action of feel ings of captive-seal of
passion's squeeze of personal zeal.
A physical mentality kind of deal.
A hug, a simple gesture with so much worth,
A capture of passion, a feeling of mirth.
It's a personal seal, that speaks of so much more,
A touch so powerful, one can't help but adore.
It's an action of feelings feeling for the feel, a
language of the real set in fantasy settings a spell.
A recital of mystical call to arms,
revealing enveloped scroll of proclamation, bond of.
charms.
Home's Tome tapestry of spirit and bone unveiled.
Sign, language telling the story in magic braille of.
seal.
Indeed of deed in its
real home projection reel in mapped feed.
A powerful vise of verse,
from the golden pair o graph, grafted in.
It brings people closer, like never before,
kind of thing.
A bond so strong, that forever will endure.
In it's honest font of headline, of pure.
A hug can heal, and take away pain,
It can shelter a soul, and calm a spirit caught in.
hurricane.
It fills a heart with peace, and joy so sweet,
A warm embrace is impossible to beat.
It's a captive passion, that knows no bound,
A feeling of zeal, that always surrounds.
It's a tender reminder, that we are not alone,
A sign of affection, a love that's shown.
So open your arms, and give a warm fat hug,
A gesture of kindness, from a heart to tug.
It's a moment of sharing, that brings people close,
A simple touch that knows,
it's powerful vibration grows
and grows and ripples affecting its native prose,
to the letter in it's electric vice of pose,
in itallics stylized bold, personal stationery stamped.
"that's better" O.
Men gather
forms a circle
the tribe
gathers about
the drums
are placed
the flames
of the fire pit
centers the circle
shoots high
into the night
wood burst
fire sparkles
now all is ready
as the drums
beat onward
as the tribe
answers with
subtle moves
to the beat
of the drummin'
individually
some turns
some dance
up and down
in the same spot
not movin'
beyond but
stationery
all are chanting
dancing
turning
and beating
the drums
drummin'
unceasingly,
with the women
stamping
their feet
to the beat
of the drums
and little boys
learning the beat
of the drums
and little girls
learn the stamping
dancing
turning and both
boys and girls
all chanting
to the beat
of the drums
drummin'
into the night
with the fire
roaring high
above its
central core
amidst the
constant beat
of the drums
drummin'
what is the
tribes tradition.
Date: 06/21/2019