A sort of fluttery glamour
Unlike any that flew by.
By most less appreciative looked on.
Unvaryingly dull. Mothed sky.
In my defense, in other silent words
In my actions they are deemed in perils
Harness, perish the thoughts, bring it out bring it about
It’s hard, so very, very, hard to hear
Those empty words
Those words that are always, always heard
And I won’t play favorites or try to flatter anyone
And I won’t as the grumblers malcontents following their own sinful desires
And I won’t be loud mothed boaster
Showing favoritism to gain advantage tryin to git over
While using, empty words
Empty words
Have you ever heard all of those empty, empty words?
They mean nothing if they’re not heard
Empty words
Them there those
Empty words
5/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee © 2022
Job 32:21
St. Jude16
In the calm of white,
I find sweet serenity
As the winter rain
Beats my frozen brow,
Like Joan Crawford and a dozen wire hangers.
Natures's confetti,
I dance in the shower
As I drop all my insecurities
That plague this sweatered heart,
Now free to find my hidden inner child.
Frosted ice cakes,
Cocca wishes,
An ivory parade of December dreams.
Mountain of joy,
Cabin of smiles,
This time of year I truly come alive.
Snow angels,
I pray to the heavens
I never lose this smile
Mothed in the attic
Of corporate obligations
And nine to five demands.
Winter Jacket Paradise,
Racing down the hill
Like a herd of artic gazelles
Frollicing in the wonder
Of mitten kisses
And snowman hugs.
Snowflake dishes,
Yuletide pancakes,
These were days my heart would soar.
Melted heartaches,
Frozen memories,
Why cant everyday be a Snow Day?
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