"Naomi, sex at noon taxes," I moan
I pleaded for her to leave me alone
"Poor Dan is in a droop?"
She said to me, "Recoup!"
That woman makes my life a battle zone
funky burning smelling aromas with the sorrowful tears of yonder years, where the mountains overshadowed the chimney smoke rising on the streets and open planse
my Mona Lisa darling my passion inflamed and ignited by you smile.
I'm sorry for causing your tears to fall my heart is broken because of your sadness
my Naomi lover confidant friend and wife my forgiveness plea resounds across the seas my everything I need and more.my Naomi my breath of sunshine I'm sorry for breaking your heart and hearting the one that you love. the burning smelling aromas that fills the sky is my guide to healing this heart I'm sorry for breaking your heart my lovely Naomi my plea resounds across the Sky's I'm sorry for being a fool but I know we will be together again my lover confidant friend and wife through All our struggles our love overcame all obstacles. my love my heart is broken because of your sadness I cannot live without you please accept my plea and together we can fly with our love into realms. your tears has altered my vision. I love you my Naomi lover and wife
She was a giving woman who brought around pies.
For funerals and weddings, no big surprise.
She taught Sunday School for seventy years.
Was never there to get a reward for volunteers.
She helped the hungry, the aged, and the poor.
She gave herself until there was vitality no more.
She was a Naomi like the one in the Bible for sure.
Her ways were not prideful, for her heart was pure.
Her name was Naomi, I can say this with glee.
Because she was my mother, Naomi McFee.
I watched her give her all to this world in Jesus’ name.
Not for wealth, reward, acknowledgement or fame.
A woman who told the truth no matter what the consequences,
A woman who kept news, when it was not her confidence to reveal
A woman who studied her religious books, and believed in forgiveness
Virtuous woman who extended kindness to others in a variety of ways.
Naomi McCormick was loving and giving like her Biblical namesake.
She could be trusted, so many told her their innermost secrets.
She kept their counsel, listening, but not preaching.
She was a woman who knew how to listen without trying to fix or help.
I watched her give herself in a variety of ways to many people.
She gave her time, her talents, her appreciation, and her energy.
She gave for eighty-eight years, until there was nothing left to give.
I learned much from Naomi, for she was my mother.
Naomi Judd of The Judds
Ashland, Kentucky born
Only “Love Can Build a Bridge”
May her soul rest in peace
In the arms of her Saviour
Judd family tragedy
Unmasking mental illness
Days before Hall of Fame Induction
Died near Nashville, Tennessee
Written May 2, 2022
She weathered the storms
She was made wholesome
Grappling the situation she preached
Amongst her to the Nations abolished awesome
Ever was she so clever and a righteous soul
She is a woman with grace
She was a woman this placed
This woman with the grace, her name was Naomi
She was a delicate flower of one and only
4/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Naomi has seen this sight many times before
She knows Mrs. Bee will be gone in two days
If not before
She makes her as comfortable as she can
The doctor comes in; he takes the lady’s hand
Attempts to speak with her
Naomi busies herself cleaning up the room
What do you think? The doctor asks the nurse
Her name is Paula, she is not empathic.
No idea says Paula. It could be two months or two minutes.
Paula spends much of her day playing video games.
Not paying any attention to her patients.
As a certified nursing assistant, Naomi is invisible.
No one asks her thoughts
Or realizes she is there
I am sorry, honey, she says.
I think you will be gone before your relatives get here.
Should we call the relatives? Paula asks.
No idea about the time line, he replies.
Naomi, the certified nursing assistant is correct.
The woman is gone before morning.
Luke couldn't stop thinking about the boy
It was just so illuminating and cold
But he could never forget the tomboy
That morning, Luke was shocked by the decor
He had to calm himself with a key to uphold
Locked inside of himself stop thinking about the boy
Later, he realized that the boy was coy
He tried to focus on the joy
Beautiful so the wall, the rooms decor
Naomi tried to distract him with an noise
Said it was time to start thinking about a hold
Luke couldn't stop thinking about the boy
Luke took action like an ploy
The boy was like a toxic mold
But he could never forget he’s tomboy
Luke nosedived like a blind troll
His demise was tragically bout to unfold
Luke couldn't stop thinking about the girl
But he could never forget the tomboy Naomi
The girl whom made the loud sounding noise A Villanelle
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
My seven-month-old daughter, beside herself
with swirling fascination, has unfolded
her tiny arm a bridge for Christmas elves’
safe passage, unconcerned she’s being scolded
by Papa Grinch - who’s clacking away at this.
From my perspective on the less-festive couch,
I cannot see her sparkling eyes witness
magical animation, but I’ll vouch
something’s ‘bout to go down, based on a smile
and ding-a-ling giggles; her angelic face
lit up as though nutcrackers march awhile
icicles melt the seams of man-made space
where a dad’s unaware this innocent time
(just for me) gift wraps Naomi’s holiday crime.
11/30/2018
Dark rains drains down,
Down the ages of time,
Time in times of timing,
And the terms of turning ages,
To understand invite nature,
Says the greater fortunes redeemed,
What haunts the past, hunts the present , haunts the future;
Time is not in cage, but those in it are;
To save only a Rock can,
The Rock is here, and the Son’s voice says no more,
No-more Flipping pages to the edges
Back to the origins
Origins of Pages in ages of ages,
With the original case of the curse
Again I hear the Rock that breaks the cages say:
I’m the Rock of ages,
Follow and you shall be my soil,
By my oil, you shall not toil,
Even greater misfortunes shall be redeemed
Naomi is and my all,
Soil of ages
I once looked up to Naomi Wolf as a true patriot crusader,
when she published her book and documentary The End Of America,
but these days all she seems to talk about is her vagina.
I guess the Powers That Be finally got to her.
PS: This once very brave, outspoken little miss,
is also like me, on my government's watch list.
I recommend however to everybody
that you read her book or view her documentary
The End Of America
I guarantee to all of you, it's a very real and very scary eye opener.
The End Of America Full Documentary
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFz72e9jcOg
Naomi
Smart, pretty, annoying, secretivebranches
Wishes to go to the Canary Islands
Dreams of finding a Megalodon tooth
Wants to go cage diving
Who wonders if she build an underwater city
Who fears of being stung by a bee
Who likes blue
Who loves peacocks and nudibranches
Who wants a tree house and a pet shark
Who resides in NC
Johnson
Daddy, when I First saw YOU; I was looking into Mommy’s Green Jade Eyes
She was speaking of YOU, as she would quite often do, Reminiscing with YOU
The Tears in Her Eyes, are those of Surprise Her FOREVER and ALWAYS Begins
Dear Joanne Naomi, when I First saw YOU, the clock read 3:22, a sunny day
As I read the Words; “Dear Son I know I should have told YOU Long ago -
LENORE was 3 Months Pregnant on Your “Everlasting Day” JOANNE NAOMI
You Look like Your Mother, and I can see the Green in YOUR Hazel Eyes
I wish I could watch YOU grow-up. Daddy wait until we get to the Pond of Time
Pond of Time?? You can travel through Time? No, We can Watch Times’ Past
If I could appoint anybody
to be the president of my country
it would most certainly be
unequivocally
the one and only
Ms Wolf, Naomi.
A dot on a screen can bring such joy,
In my heart you were a girl,
Though he wanted a boy.
Before I could see your sweet smile,
In a flash you were gone.
Somehow it was my fault,
What could I have done?
A mother’s worse nightmare,
No body to bury.
My own precious child,
Unable to carry.
Your father has forgotten,
The rest of your family too,
But your mother’s battered heart
Breaks only for you.
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