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(From the Old Lady)
Have I ever told you that . . .
you needn’t worry about being bald.
You’re kind of cute in your funny hat!
Have I ever told you that . . .
I don’t mind taking care of the dog you just had to have.
But I wish you’d let me get a cat!
Have I ever told you that . . .
I’m glad you’ve never sung to me.
Your singing voice is horribly flat!
Have I ever told you that . . .
I am very proud of you for losing those twenty pounds.
You were never really all that fat!
Have I ever told you that . . .
you do a lot more good than bad.
Give yourself on the back a little pat!
Nov. 8, 2020
For the Have I Ever Told You That...... Poetry Contest of John Lawless
After 44 years of wedded bliss (more or less), we became officially old
when we just got on Medicare this year!
Forever in love
First rendezvous, much later in life,
as if I was closer to an unending wait,
My first love and I was his wedded wife,
now silver brightly shining in my plait ....
Blush on cheeks and sparkle in eyes,
I am young when back into memories,
Smile on face to the wrinkles defied,
Forever in love, my soulful reveries ....
Embers lay deep with frozen wings,
those giggles that were ripped apart,
Some revived notes at heart strings,
now songs of an utmost caring heart ....
Aura of new sunrise, subtle melody awaits
lovely twilight hues as I colour my plaits.
Written Feb 11th, 2016
For contest- our year in love
Sponsor- Olive
When you need a moment to escape
from your modern place of mask normality,
to discover accurately, the unexplored state,
reigning right there within your personality.
In the vortex, we wear a mask to hide ourselves
Covering fear of failure until being unmasked,
And the rare hidden beauty of many degrees
Find a valise to make objectives into multitasked.
All that was Plundered has been a lesson,
Come to commiserate gloom on yawn street.
But the moon slipped into the room with unison,
Released upon layers of darkness as new light.
In a realm that cannot be seen by the eye,
Images and pictures reveal the hidden facets.
Look at your picture and see the hidden beauty,
Unconscious values of brightly colored petals.
This beauty is achieved, without doing anything,
Intricate but stunning, physical middles of mind,
Deeply embedded, wedded soul and spirit being,
the emblems of maturing takes the longest time.
A burning journey with the person in this energy,
The synergy of your hidden beauty can flow freely,
If the goal of yours, are seen not in cynical ingenuity,
But in the revered emotions behind the theory.
Within you lies the power, desire, and beauty
Which can get sidetracked, damage, and disable?
The best of our lives is hidden, by unimproved duty,
Still waiting to be discovered and made available.
o to god might
I pray for ye
that I might marry and
might not be alone
might I sow my seeds
amist these crumbling stones
god of all
might I stand before thee
to take her hand
in wedded bliss
reap my harvest
that I have
sowest seeds
might I sow my
seeds amist these
crumbling stones
O king of love
that restorest me
a garden in the canyon
might we be alone
us to together
might thee be my King
might I sow my seeds amist
these crumbling stones
Jesus, Jesus
I pray to thee
that I may marry
and might not be alone
Oh to God I worship thee
might I sow my seeds amist
these crumbling stones
how might I stay warm
alone
hold fast to her
to be as one
sow my seeds
aamist these
crumbling stones
morning break and I am there
for thee
hold fast to her
in sudelty
hold on tight
might I not be alone
to sow my seeds amist these
crumbling stones
Spiritual expression of love, connection,
and divine union
Beautiful eyes wonderful ears
She sees, He listens
Beautiful heart
Admiration: "Beautiful eyes, wonderful ears"
Joyful encounter: "She smiles, white pearly smile"
Divine resonance: "Father's heart, oval brown iris"
Anticipation: "Bridegroom coming, very soon"
Intimate connection: "He looks into my soul"
Divine attributes: "Genuinely listens, sweet heart, God's breath"
Selfless love: "Freely gives, doesn't take"
Union: "Wedded, we three"
Spiritual expression of love, connection,
and divine union
Beautiful eyes wonderful ears
She sees, He listens
Beautiful heart
Love reflects divine connection.
True union involves mutual understanding.
God's presence brings joy and selflessness.
Soul passage resonates
Soul shining with love and spirituality
"Oval brown iris" symbolizes uniqueness.
"He looks into my soul" represents deep understanding.
"We three" emphasizes the divine union
Spiritual expression of love, connection,
and divine union
Beautiful eyes wonderful ears
She sees, He listens
Beautiful heart
10/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
My referring scriptures
Song of Solomon 1:15: "Your eyes are doves."
- Psalm 45:10-11: "The king is enthralled by your beauty."
- Revelation 21:2: "The bride, prepared for her husband.
Old breath no life has tolerated,
Strange, most change finds itself deserted.
Odd, this friendship I’ve cultivated,
By fighting with self fosters ahead.
It sounds so weird, my steadfast head
By ceaseless changes has been so made.
The coolness by scorching me I’ve forged,
Funny, it’s now hotly coveted.
The success that lets me stay seated,
Strange, to a-migrant-me was wedded.
I’ve always drained myself from within,
Only thence was this depth conceded.
Peculiar, what the world in me liked,
By appreciating all was added.
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This piece in anapaest tri-meter was inspired by a Gujarati poem by Vicky Trived, but is no translation.
Ghazal |06.10.2021| Introspection
Poet’s note: Be it in spirituality or in poetry, it is a journey to reach one’s Self. Of course, it may be argued that poetry is the means to reach out to the world through the philosophy of understanding it and the self. This Ghazal, Is Not It Strange, highlights the contradictions experienced in this journey.
It’s a place I feel off—
not wedded to anything.
Truculent.
I think in riddles
and answer in metaphors.
I dance on my tiptoes—
an adagio of agony.
Passion pirouettes
out of sight.
Tethered.
Bound by grief.
Temptation forgotten,
tempered.
It no longer exists.
It was a pas de deux,
now it’s just a deuce—
a petulant penitent,
an unwanted pardon.
The dancer stirs.
The pulse quickens
to a tango.
Recalcitrant and longing.
Unable to follow the white line
unless it’s condemned.
So the path ahead is delusional—
felt, not seen.
When will the blocks of life
build up
and make me feel safe?
I feel like I’m
in a correctional facility.
I am my own door.
I am my own jailor.
I realise I have the key.
I bury it
under the pile of shame
in the corner.
Some lover's jealousies are such a tight squeezing embrace
that the loved one can't help feeling
coiled and embroiled
like in the grip of a loving beast or literally a bear's hug
And which makes her sigh,
why God ever chose to model her into a beauty
For the near perfection of her face and figure
highlights to him his imperfections
such that her illustrious famed facial grace
transforms him into a suspicious tamed beast!
A possessive kind of guy miner tis he
who jealously guards
this beauty secret
like upon having struck gold
and wishes to lock her up from the world
like a real-life Rapunzel's witch.
Yet as no black clouds can hide the radiant sun
her world soon comes to know
of her innocent screened charms and beauty
despite his protests and measures.
Yet in a world of unscruplous looters
this louvred love cage turns out to be that blessing in disguise
She can no longer be preyed upon by any predator guys.
Thus both lucky and unfortunate is the comely woman
But let her bloom and breathe
in love's cell or engulfing dungeon
for a free bird she was never meant to be for long.
And let her wedded man be her love's protective warden
so no body but he is lured by her look and lovesong!
She can't just forever fly and sing foot-loose and fancy-free.
A plethora of cocks out there might try to charm her
with their new feathers
serenading her with new love songs in the wind.
All she must do is
snap out from
and slip away from
their flirty fantasy.
For she can either opt out and walk out
or stay in and stay on, but not both,
for the sake of her beloved
and wise values of scruples and principles.
I am feeling for you;
of strong or constant affection
Oh, yes I do
And I love you
I know I love you
For this is true
I am having an attraction
This may include sexual desire
Just short of lust, but this I trust
We must first do
Listen too
Yes, this is true
Our Father and quench that desire
For I’ll honor you
And only in marriage be through
Only then shall we quench our fires…
I know I love you
For this is true
the strong affection felt
I want to make this a holy covenant
Asking first Our Father God
And also your earthly father
For your hand in marriage
Yes, this is true
by people who have a romantic relationship.
We two people in love in a romantic way.
My purpose is a proposal in honor of you God’s Daughter
Would you have me for your wedded man
Would you give me the honor and marry me…
9/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
SOUND THE BELLS OF OUR TOGETHERNESS
THE WOMAN IN MY LIFE HAS SAID YES
SHE HAS BLESSED ME WITH HER WANTING ME
SHE ANSWERED BY SAYING YES
I STUMBLED AS I STOOD
I THOUGHT SHE'D TELL ME NO
SHE SURPRISED ME WITH HER ANSWER
NOW I MUST LET YOU ALL KNOW
GIGGLE, THE BELLS OF TOMORROW
AS WE MAKE OUR PLANS TO BE
OUR TOGETHERNESS TO MAKE OTHERS
HEAR OUR VOICES
OUR TOGETHERNESS TO MAKE OTHERS SEE
"ABSTRACT ADJUSTMENTS" MADE BY GOWNS OF THE WEDDED, FOR THOSE WHO SHALL WED!
MIGHT TOMORROW FIND US TOGETHER, THAT NIGHTS HAVE BEEN PLANNED AHEAD
MIGHT WHISPERS BE WONDER WORDS SAMPLES OF THE NIGHT TO COME!