Chocolate cream-covered cherries
Sweetens my sweet tooth sweetly
I moisten moistened morsels
But, somewhat indiscreetly
Naughty niblets now nestle
I nibble nice and neatly
Chocolate creams and cherry dreams
My sweet tooth spiced completely
Touching this postal stamp shaped just like a sponge
How many more of these stamps would be launched
The beautiful colors and the humor of animation
Cheering up a heart through this line of communication
The hues being used could moisten the stamp
Cute little stamps to use by those in summer camp
It has to be an honor to be featured on a stamp by USPS
SpongeBob swimming through the post office is the best
in time
eyes will moisten
and a tear will come to fall
whether from pain or happiness
both born from emotion
The sky, colored all shades of grey,
blocks out searing rays of sunlight.
And as clouds start cooling the day,
sprinkles bring a welcome delight.
A splashing sound
quenches the ground.
Droplets freckle the dirt with spots,
where the thirsty soil absorbs them.
And drops, drumming on roofs and pots,
frighten the dogs, causing mayhem.
A little rain
can entertain.
Nature loves taking a shower;
for it makes everything look clean.
And every tree, bush, and flower
tends to gleam with a misty sheen.
Raindrops aren't tears,
nor liquid spears.
Showers summon a cooling mist
as tumbling drops moisten the sky.
And your wet skin feels freshly kissed,
instead of sweaty, hot, and dry.
So, don't complain:
enjoy the rain!
A drop-drops moist mists from heaven
Summers first tears flowing down hill
Moisten air submits torrent pours
Humid blowing temperate toils
Falling abundant showers flows
~
Each and all cold dew drops fallen
Parley covers mists summer chill
Pity-patter droplets sprays door
Humid after the rain stops boils
Circumference lightning strikes coils
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
october brushed by
in the midst of an october sunrise
bearing splashes of colors beyond description
like a thick acrylic paint mixture
crimson with cadmium yellow
thrown…scattered like seed…by the hand of god
morning unfolds like a delicate rose
light crawls like aching fingers
touching soft lips that moisten the sands,
retreating, sliding like two bodies too close
to be parted, moving slowly, one advancing-
retreating, wave at a time.
the water returns—
–to the water
the sand to the sand
and yet the light to darkness
i’m sinking beneath the surface of my soul
void of color, gray on gray on gray
as a jacket of black smothers me
suffocating me
gripping my heart
until i see evil being squeezed out
jealousy is green, greed is yellow
hatred is black and deceit is red
until at last
god has taken the ugliness of my heart
squeezed my evil
and fashioned a brand new color
for tomorrow’s rainbow
all get one
just one
and you will remember yours
tolbert
i step out of the shower
i let the steam moisten my skin once more,
my wet foot steps pitter patter on the cold bathroom floor,
only once will i ever feel this clean
i stepped into the mirrors view,
no longer scared to hold my gaze at my body
this was me, why shouldnt i look at myself?
my eyes glare into my body like it was something they shouldnt have seen,
i felt terrified, i scratched at my skin uncomfortably
i grabbed my clothes and put them on, only to stare back at the mirror,
this reflection was nicer,
well put together, and covered.
nobody could harm me like this, not anymore.
my mind was now foggy, and clouded,
instead of now feeling amazing,
i felt disgust, i wanted to sob.
the mirror steamed up once again, i quickly wiped it off
i held back the tears, only to feel a lump growing in my throat,
the terror and worry crept back into my mind.
because even though i had just took a shower,
i felt so dirty,
all over again.
A city block vendor chimes pleasantries prouder
than Muzak or an unseen crow in the background
elevating alarm clock music in the caws
uncredited and angrily growing louder.
A walkway narrows between the vendor
and a building. I teeter between both
as I pass by her grill
parked beside the vape shop. A blistering warmth
whitens piled pink hotdogs and tickles my ribcage.
A parakeet on her shoulder
is flaking off the sun and feathering the moon.
Steamy sundowns moisten her saucer eyes.
One dog pops sausage through its skin. She fans
the minty menthol. I pay the price
for squinting. I've dropped my glasses. Splitting
off-key shattered glass,
the containment of what used to be
bits of me shows up digits-bloodied.
Long after the initial sweep up,
little jagged cuts still happen.
I LOVE YOU YES
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
And no one other than God
Our Father, loves you more
It’s not a task, nor a shore
This is the score
Darling love beautiful
I am bound and determine
I love you beyond beautiful
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
Moisten eyes tears you shed
Lofty pearls shines in crimson dark
Such a melody salvage lark
My heart and soul bled
Such is as does
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
You whom I surely love
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
And no one other than God
Our Father, loves you more
Darling love beautiful
This is the score
My heart and soul bled
Such is as does
You whom I surely love so
2/19/25
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
YOU WHOM I SURELY LOVE
Colors are the parade
Different shades, of gray
Coal silken blacken wool
Hair that glistens in the moon
Such is as does
You whom I surely love
Moisten eyes tears you shed
Lofty pearls shines in crimson dark
Such a melody salvage lark
My heart and soul bled
Such is as does
You whom I surely love
Purposeful the façade
Music that’s made
I sing to you
Jubilee, I swoon
Can’t hear for the shouts
Bleeding of mine ears
All is abundantly now clear
Colors are the parade
Different shades, of gray
Coal silken blacken wool
Hair that glistens in the moon
Such is as does
It’s you whom I surely love
2/19/25
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Wandering cloud, turn back to your return voyage, a safe trip home
Send these to my reverie soul, one of a nomadic troubadour, vagabond
When down pouring rain moisten the topsoil of thy land
They do shed tears, heartache, with a lonely "room", happening in unknown
the heartache in leaving would play along the flute beside even the river Jordan.
The heartbreak of a rainy day charmed when a night lightening " O my own!"
A heartbeat sank there in painstaking pensive in Eden Garden
When flowers blossom, a moon arises
the night takes a stay for a streak of moonlit whim, wishful in flight, to soar high and keen!
None is slandering the shy gaze and the household subtle maze, to the ever sustaining one!
(February 2025)
Amen pours, moisten the topsoil
Amen pours. moisten the topsoil
With trembling hearts, they took a stance
Looking up among men and women, ever since
No more darkened sins, no more fearful sensual djinns
No more lamentation to mourn
May the heart song soaring high to fly along, to grow strong
To remove impediment along the way.
Why this cloak of hatred? Why this disguised camouflage?
Why all these letting go in not knowing so!
Myrtle Carved she! The fossilized soul to be
a valiant saga throughout the solitary night- only belonging to thee!
Bing informative
the SCHWA sound
become the topic of the day
Dipithong, Dipithong
ooh, ooh wee!
Schwa:schwa!
the Schwa sound
the schwa sound is destroying me.
T notch filters.
Try to spook the others
they used unsafe tactics
that caused people
to boo and jeer.
The Schaw sound
shall maketh him
smarter
then he will never be in need
of these types of Chanagans.
Speakest Lammbeeria the Whorish Harlot of Dikkinism
Larghissimo!!!!!
that he shall streess in labor and shall be
poorest in Dipipothong. His streesses shall cause him the error
such oppurtunies shall allow others to have me as I am a whore.
Than pregant I shall say to him.
You'didist and now you must largemente with money. If this is real and I have no secrets. Denounce me that we have prominated on the shores of the Creeks and the ponds have feed us with fishes.
Drought the earthen shell fish-pow'da-pow-da, pow--dah !!!!!
grind the snouts to pow-dah!!!
Spoke the whorish harlot!!!!
Montague Middleton’s matronly mother made marvellous munchy meringues
Montague Middleton’s most massive midriff made many a menu mistake
Montague Middleton met many maidens; Mother made mincemeat of most
Montague Middleton’s mother maintained, “Men mustn’t marry Miss ‘Fake’.”
Montague Middleton met Molly Milton, many men ‘met’ Molly more
Montague Middleton married Melissa; so many mad moans Molly made
Montague Middleton’s most massive mansion made more modest mansions mundane
Montague Middleton moved Molly in, making Molly both mistress and maid
Montague Middleton’s missus made many mouthwatering munchies
Montague Middleton’s missus made Monty’s mouth moisten most days
Montague Middleton’s missus met Molly, mentioning marital meddling
Montague Middleton’s mischievous mistress mocked Melissa’s malaise
So:
Montague Middleton murdered his missus
Montague Middleton married his mistress
But:
Montague Middleton made a mistake
For Montague Middleton’s mistress
Can’t bake
I was standing midst my emotions standing vertical
Faced moisten by my drowning in my chair
And a winding stream out of my belly I scream
Tears flowing river stream flowing from my soul
Reason why I am crying
I'm at a lull in my life
My heart gas drop my sadness floating in the dawn
7/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
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