I don't need the praise
But salute me, boy, I'm him
Blessings on blessings
I was naked
Who told me I was
I am clothe
I thoughtful a genius
Who told me I am
I don’t understand
Just a mere man
Pleasantries I’ve seen
Abundant yet dreams
Become nightmares, feels like so real
I am clothe in doubts
Trying to figure it out
I am naked
Who told me that I am
I see the snake on the ground
I don’t understand
Why? I believed the serpent
Pleasantries I’ve seen
Abundant yet dreams
Become nightmares, feels like so real
Now I am clothed in my righteous mind of God
Who told me I was Jesus
I am clothe in His blood, graced and sufficiently covered
Thoughtful of Who I am God told me I am
Now I understand
More than Just a mere man
6/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
pleasantries of sleep
grandson covered head to toe…
meanwhile toss’n turns grandma
open door with light too bright
‘is the temperature just right.’
Watch people go about their day
What pleasant things they say:
Mutter, grumble, moan and gripe
Curse and condemn, carp and snipe
Something to prove, on the run, in the groove
Going nowhere fast, see ‘em move
Life’s delights make no impression
Pleasures lost ~ to incomprehension
Smell of fresh-mown grass
Twinkling stars greet dusk’s twilight
Crickets chirp loudly
Patricia parades pretty periwinkle paisley pyjamas playfully presenting plump pinwheel pastries
AP: 3rd place 2023
Submitted on October 21, 2019 for TAUTOGRAM POEMS sponsored by EVE ROPER – RANKED 3RD
PLEASANTRIES IN THE GARDEN
how pleasant old woman...
he gently pulls her walker
on pieces of broken stone —
a path into the shaded woods.
how pleasant in conversation,
slowly sipping the afternoon.
the path leading to the koi pond —
kin exhale onto a benevolent bench.
how pleasant of first contact
inside the bonsai gate, the flora
...the mini woods with fairies,
fostered with tea bag fertilizer.
the conversation of strangers, who
meet once beneath the heavens.
my impression of a sweet rose scent...
yay, from the garden, but also the guest.
5/11/2018
DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES
Meandering through the garden of pleasantries,
did you sense, the breathless pant of trees,
or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s sentries,
or pierce the eyes, the blossom spread of luxuries?
Do tell of sandals, chains and locks lost in shrubberies!
O turtle doves, between your teeth, insolent mulberries.
Too soon succumbed to satin skin, fracas of discoveries.
The fruited-fountain of chocolate but noncommittal fudgeries.*
The shrieking tomb of sirens — seagulls sic the maggoty melodies.
The butterfly tresses of yesteryear sans curmudgeon cure of drudgeries.
You thought to toss away her sensuous beauty, with exorbitant lies.
No hope in her sea soaked eyes, salt preservative of glass flies.
4/14/2018
*fudgeries - fakes (made up word)
Bright blue summer skies,
Lush forests and mountain air,
Pleasantries of life,
Yet I need you, else they are
Vacant experiences
. quaking thunder
rattles the dish cupboard...
I fetch the candles
lightning flashes
chasing the cat from the room...
Scrabble in the dark
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For Scat's Contest: Two January Haikus
Pleasantries
Money separates very friends and several dollars to a user can mean the
difference of life and death to the holder of the money of the sugar daddy lovey
covey they desire to get the crack to get the drink to make the theft purloined to
make the theft to ascertain the drink or the drug to get they high diddle diddle with
the kitty in the middle of the swing low sweet chariot. Stealing on the street is
what the gangers do just to survive and when they fight they kill and maim and kill
and oh my it’s just to many and too much the fuss they make the activities of
gangs. The bottom line and the feeling of the superman like creature that eye
have become it just meant that eye do no longer fear the reaper eye do no longer
look for gangers to have fun. A taker gets his comeuppance and it only takes just
once to make them understand the difference of man. Please understand me
when eye curse the curse it falls on thief and its okay for you to hate me if you
steal from me the curses of a poor man fall upon the thief.
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