Within every warty frog or toad
that you encounter on the road,
a hidden prince sleeping, lies,
though his tongue just catches flies;
and if I can persuade you this,
I suggest you give me a kiss.
Every little girl has one wish
They try it to see how it feels
It could be plastic or cardboard
It could be bright, shiny metal
No matter what, she sees a beautiful crown
She could become a princess
Honored when her daddy bows to her
For a few minutes, she is royalty
In her mind, no matter what she does in life
She will always be the only princess
Just because her daddy says she was.
© Poem XIV/IX/MMXXV
LRET
My heart,
unable to beat
until I hear the treading,
the treading of your feet.
My Dark Princess,
dark and stunning,
you set my heart free,
down a path and running.
You cause me to smile.
It has been a while, My Love.
Come with me and fly
as though you were a dove.
Your smile is entrancing.
You are my very best friend.
We'll be together forever,
for which there is no end.
Although you are dark...
what I say is right...
You, Dark Princess,
have filled my dark soul with love and light.
A croaking echo, dark and deep,
A princess shivers in her sleep.
She lost her golden ball of light,
To a monstrous, endless night.
The moon hangs, a violet stain,
As the bog begins to rain.
A frog, with skin of slimy green,
Leaps from a shadow, rarely seen.
"I'll find your ball," it rasps and sighs,
with golden flecks within its eyes.
But as it speaks, the sound turns dread,
A monstrous voice, not what it said.
Its body swells, a horrid sight,
Engulfing all the fading light.
The frog is gone, the monster's here,
And the princess screams in primal fear.
The violet sky starts to decay,
As the monster grins and starts to play.
The golden ball, a final gleam,
Sinks with the girl into the stream.
CHANDELIER PRINCESS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She smiles, for she is the Chandelier Princess;
A young queen sitting on an ivory throne
with her golden crown glittering when light falls upon it.
She smiles, for she is a fair lady;
wears dress of ruffles and exquisite satin,
Her cinnamon hair neatly fashioned in a meticulous bun.
She smiles, upon her throne; yet, I see utopian-like happiness;
a symbol of her hidden pangs,
which bitter autumn brought upon the bud of her heart.
She smiles; yet, I see tales concealed suffering and pain;
a ribbon of her ever-flowing tears,
that her mind transfers to her soul.
She smiles; yet, her silent screams can't be hidden
not even from her being - where emotions flow,
nagging her thoughts roaring like thunder.
She smiles yet finds no solace
in the mask covering her real face
veiling where her true self lies.
She smiles yet dies gradually in silence;
her pain feeds her shame,
crying silent tears for imperfections, disguised with lies.
She long lives these feelings,
letting them drain the life out of her.
I beg you, Chandelier Princess, remove thy shield, thy mask!
Your true self awaits.
Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours
with her little dolls and her crayon box.
She drew lonely princesses in towers,
hummed to herself, pulled up her socks,
and sketched a field of colorful flowers.
The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze.
She wondered, would it be as she had feared -
this would be one of those sad, hollow days.
Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared,
as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.
purposefully politely prissily pampered was Princess
she luxuriated on fluffy faux fur bedding of white
her home was a former staple in every 1950’s home
a tv console refurbished specifically for this pampered pooch
she is as cocky as any spoiled dog, loving her safety nest
an idea we found on Pinterest and rapidly began to construct.
she shimmers and shines in a glowing dazzling super woman way
I recognize her immediately, as she feeds freshness to verdant oaks
they look stunningly gorgeous as she lifts herself into the morning
I can feel the vitamin D she exudes; she is all powerful and decorative
the quintessential sun, princess of the morning, queen of the afternoon
Princess
does not
meet prince,
never
happy
ever
after
Perhaps
a frog
is kissed,
perhaps
a fool
with his
laughter.
Ruby
slippers
cannot
take you
home sweet
home; dreams
turn sour.
The hour
getting
late, late!
Shelter
now in
your strong
tower.
I lay on pillow throne of lies.
Tolerated all the flings and flies.
MOUSE PRINCESS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a kingdom where cheese was the prize,
Lived a mouse princess with green eyes.
She donned a small crown,
Above her royal gown,
And danced under moonlit skies.
She hosted royal balls in the night,
With her friends, the brave bugs in flight.
They waltzed across the floor,
While the cats did snore and snore,
And the cheese wheels rolled with delight.
“Oh, dear!” squeaked the princess with glee,
“The best party’s here. Hurry! Come and see!”
With a nibble and bite,
We’ll feast till the morning light,
And toast with a crumb of brie!
No one may ever truly see
The storms you hide so silently.
But you don’t need their eyes to gleam—
You’ll build your crown from every dream.
A princess now, a queen you’ll rise,
With fire behind your gentle eyes.
One day you’ll shine, a blazing star,
Your light will heal the hearts afar.
There was a young Lady who followed a Prince,
then became a Princess when she kissed a frog,
I don't know why — perhaps she's Di.
This same young Lady married the dog,
not a hog to marry a dog,
she married the frog to catch a King,
I don't know why — perhaps she'll die.
There was a young frog who dogged Camilla,
an older commoner, the silly feller,
he followed her instead of Diana (1961 – 1997),
I don't know why — perhaps he's high.
The same young Lady who married the dog,
rode a horse...
She's dead, of course!
Beautiful you’re my Queen;
You wear a crown, not of gold, silver or metal;
Your crown is your hair;
Your crown is your eyes;
Your crown is your smile;
~
Your heartbeat is the crown of life
The breath of God He daily gives
Your lips and mouth crown of love
You taste the manna spread
You are the Father’s heart
Listen to what He’s saying
~
Beautiful the soul and spirit;
Inside your vessel walls;
Holy is the righteousness
Of Our all mighty God;
~
You who wears your crown so well;
You are my Queen, Hallelujah
Beautiful you’re my Queen;
You wear a crown, not of gold, silver or metal;
Your crown is your hair;
Your crown is your eyes;
Your crown is your smile;
6/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I called you my Magyar princess
because of your smoldering eyes
and dark hair but maybe you were
just a woman
who knew how to disappear
while standing still.
I got your number from
your grandfather five years
after you left on a trip
to visit the Brandenburg Gate
with a promise to return
in the spring.
A Florida area code,
and a man’s voice I didn’t know
picking up on the second ring.
He said you were at work at the club
and I wondered if he meant
you were an exotic dancer.
I didn’t know what to say
so I held the line for a moment,
listening to someone else’s breath
and then let it go, setting
the phone down gently
as if you might still hear.
I never tried calling again.
Some silences are too complete
for interruption, and you were
always good at leaving
before the questions started,
so I’d learned to stop asking.
I still think of you sometimes,
when the light shifts a certain way.
Your name drifts through me,
not painful, just unfamiliar,
like something once known by heart
then misplaced in another room.
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