Bees flying free
being merry
though in hurry .
Bees groan to fly
under blue sky
soaring up high.
Buds smile to bloom,
make cosy room !
juice in bosom.
Bees suck at ease.
Pollen in breeze
sticking to bees.
Bees to carry
to bloom's ovary.
A smart ferry.
Ovulation -
Seed -formation :
germination.
Eggsactly but not quite
There once was a beautiful chick from Peru
With more than one suitor, knew not what to do
Yet on Valentines day
She never got a lay
Her ovulation cycle was way off cue
She may or may not
have sensed her ovulation;
neither did the men
whose heads
capriciously turned.
Their eyes pursuing
as she opened a path
through the turbid smoke
in the shadily lit club.
She sat down slowly;
her dance card empty.
My vocabulary is scooting up like a weed
in a as-fault jungle
I mean, it's so incredulous how many
unhackneyed words I've cognized
lately... So I'm going to give me a standing ovulation
and throw it up for me, mice elf, and aye ~
my pronounces, jic* you haven't guessed yet ~
Can I take my leaf now and do the splitsvilles?
____________________________________________
* 'jic' = just in case
The darkness shall it shall not hide not hide from you
But the night shines as the day
The darkness in the light are both alike
To you black deep affection can't see past,
Past the darkness shall it shall not
Not hide from you the night shines
As the day the darkness
And the light are both alike
To you black deep affection
Can't see past my heart
I'll lighted earnings Lord hold me
Embrace me in the light
Apeak to me
Tell me
Everything's going to be alright
Father says
Open, open your eyes
Open your heart
Deep Affliction affection
I'll lighted earnings
Gloomy doting opaque attachment
Somber endearment light less attachment
Tenebrous adulation ovulation
The darkness shall it shall
Shall not take it shall not hide from you
But the night shines as the day
The darkness and the light are both alike
To you can't see past my heart
Lord here am I hold me impressed me in the light
Speak to me tell me something anything
it's all everything it's going to be alright
Father says son open your eyes
Open your heart receive my light
6/1/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
winters wonders falls
snowing every which way where
got frosted in hair
~
blizzard winter snow
frozen ovulation Sun
blizzard winter's snow
1/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
It lay gleaming in the window
It was the day after payday
You newer know when you are in too deep
I went inside
Looking at a diving watch, a quite good-looking one
You newer know when you are in too deep
A pretty shop assistant
Her smell
You newer know when you are in too deep
She didn’t smell bad
She didn’t use perfume
You newer know when you are in too deep
But her smell hit my nose
It must have been the day before ovulation
You newer know when you are in too deep
She was too young
The setting was all wrong
You newer know when you are in too deep
Holding that watch in my hand
Looking at her
I knew I was in too deep
My basic instinct, from the stone-ages, was put to bed
I decided to try another shop too
I knew I might find a better price
Been wearing my watch for 25 years
I will never reach the max diving depth of my watch
But I know I can get in too deep
Sense altering fertility:
a stoic female falters
Seven consecutive avid hours in each four weeks
I mull over mitigating my chosen ongoing celibacy
Primitive drive permeates realms where pleasure peaks
Stomach burgeoning coersion detects digital delicacy
Needy as a newborn, abdomen aches, resonates reason
Discarded inhibition of prudence pursues resolution, swollen
Tulip bulb split, affliction's blister is conceived procreation
Stupendous scenarios sordid, fluent imagination draws on
Widened with aspiration, desire requires instant unbridling
Materialising gluttony beckons with incandescent distress
Moans cryptic as ocean speak, freed from concious conspiring
Unboxed frolicked fathomings become loitering brain's duress
My Dearest Bertha baboon
I’ve recently joined your baboon troop
and Bertha you’re the star of the group
I’ve watched you swinging in the trees
Your agility brings me to my knees
You sit by my side and pick off my lice
we share those nits; oh they taste so nice!
‘The Funky Gibbon’ is my favourite song
I taught you the words, now you sing along!
There’s been no monkey business, although I’ve tried
But my attraction for you cannot be denied
My desire for you I cannot let pass …
I’m captivated by your huge red ass!
Its red colour means you’re due for ovulation
Lets get it on and increase the baboon population!
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10-30-17
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
FLOWERS GREET BEES Pantoum
Around flowers busy bees are humming
Flowers hold honey in heart to offer.
Bees suck, collect honey fleeing and coming.
Pollen sticking wings and legs may scatter.
Flowers hold honey in heart to offer
Honey is stored in bees’ home: honey-comb.
Pollen sticking wings and legs may scatter.
Ovulation occurs in flower’s womb.
Honey is stored in bees’ home: honey-comb.
Storage supplies food for bees in winter.
Ovulation occurs in flower’s womb,
pollen may fall on ovum of flower.
Storage supplies food for bees in winter.
Bees suck, collect honey fleeing and coming.
Pollen may fall on ovum of flower.
Around flowers busy bees are humming.
haughty humming bees
move antenna merrily
with waves of mild breeze.
bees groan,freely fly
around nice fresh flowers.
under azure sky.
flowers smile to bloom
welcoming bees to taste
nectar in bosom.
bees can suck at ease.
pollen-dust on the stigma
stick to legs of bees.
bees and breeze carry
pollen to spread, scatter on
flowers' ovary.
ovulation starts.
yielding fruits with seeds inside.
plants lead life so smart.
Beware, for she writes poetry, and ye
Unwitting pilgrim, may become a king
Anointed at the new moon, in the spring
Within an oestrogen mythology
Take care, for she writes poetry, and thee
Good man, may move her blood and heart to sing
Be crowned with oak leaves, bound within the ring
Become her ovulation fantasy
She fair may be, but subject to the pull
Of hormones, gravity, and tidal flow
She makes her heroes, though unconsciously
From those who touch her when the moon is full
She’ll cry and tear her hair out when you go
And pen progesterone tragedy
© Gail Foster 7th September 2016
Obligation can promote inspiration.
If we don’t allow negative concentration to,
Stand in the way of our reputation.
We need to do more than just be a litigation.
To get out of our intoxication, which
hinders our motivation.
Please seek reformation to continue.
People said that segregation was the answer,
to help with education.
And no hesitation.
Don’t look to the exploration.
nor the expectation.
You get no standing ovulation,
because of your vocation.
So look to the LORD
He’s already given us his invitation,
not more confrontation.
Just a loving father waiting for our
Conformation.
Hold on, what?
Ha, this must be a joke
Private info found!
A little teary
A little too sensitive
Too hot in here
Words fighting with words
Hallucinations winning the wars
Days and nights drinking too much
Now the body can't tell the difference!
Babies babies babies
Screaming from the unknown
Mommy, girly,lady, Sally
Rocking on a dubious dream
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