The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new beginning!"
Her husband to be than spoke with a clear voice,
his voice sounded as if it transcended the
ages; saying" with
every fiber of my being
I shall love you!" We sat in awe
watching there transformation
and knew we were in the presences of
lovers: true lover
She got up off the couch and asked him
for his hand and leaned on him
in a awe inspiring silence.
A tear of joy came to my companions eye<
as I watched her watch them
and I then cried as well.
those who wished to be together!
Per se per se
I am in dismay
So uncertain this day
That I am prompted to say
Per se per se
My God is everything
He is my Lord and King
Jesus my everything
I am His I am his and He is mine
10/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
As for the love of my heart
How could it be a perfect start
First you start off by cherishing per se
Oh, such a deep finding love
Oh, what a love one would say
When I'm making a mistake
Being unselfish in the wake
To acknowledge your part never break her heart
And if you do so start apologize per se
Will pride and selfishness away
Embrace the way coosakum say
Unless the heart let's start today
I confess I'm impressed and as we come along this way
Forever hearts bound together I love you this day, ahh! Per se
8/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Poetry,
it's in every woman,
every man ...
It comes from the womb,
comes from semen,
but it is conceived
sans flesh.
Poetry,
has no mother,
nor father,
not son
neither daughter ...
Poetry is born
of itself, per se ...!
Take a look at something unnerving
like cadaveric spasms;
or a perfectly shaped idiot
such as the legendary Pat Boone
with his homophobic point of view
- And it's easy to see why:
It doesn't really matter
if there's a God or not!
All that actually matters to me, is that:
Theoretically,
both the Godhead
and My head
express a very similar
morbid sense of humor!
I mean,
things could always be worse:
I could have been born as Cliff Richard...I suppose?
Pete Wells
send not out to ask for whom the truffle smells
it smells for he
if only 'twere allowed, to a reasonable degree.
Two Stars on the Circle
is Putin then dining with Merkle?
reducto absurdum
so will say Thomas who's only just heard 'em.
Pete Wells
ask not for whom the smell tells
employment conditions
possibly related to a certain lack of inhibitions.
The truffle
an unexpected source of kerfuffle
who would have thunk it?
with all that fuss you'd think he'd tried to dunk it.
Per Se
a devastating auto-da-fe
with standards slipping
and then the confusion of optional tipping.
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