I look at myself in the mirror quickly
Satisfied with what i saw, i smiled sweetly
With a head held high i walked out confidently
all eyes were staring at me intently
Whats with me they think deeply?
So i smile slyly.
I know im not that pretty,
Nor i cannot be that sexy,
But believe me, i can make u look twicely!
I have the grace and aura that u want so badly,
And just because you cant act like me exactly,
U started to hate me willingly,
So you try to imitate me desperately
But darling, U failed completely :)
Layla, Lilly and Lollypop lollygagged through life
Making musical merry mischief for Mr. Farmer’s wife
Nestling near nasty Nicholas’ notoriously sharp needy knife
Optimizing oscillating orneriness’, forging a fit of fife
Practically perforating Polly’s pretty pastel pail
Quizzically questioning queenly Quarks quarreling quail
Responding with respect and responsibility, rendering road rail
Seductively seeding a sassy stormy sandy seductive sail
Trying to travel to Tripoli, to tie a terrible tiger’s tail
FOLASADE: LIKE A GEM
1. Dark and radiant, softly shining,
No blemish mars her flawless lining.
Polished, gleaming, rare in form,
Like onyx, she defies the norm.
2. Her eyes—deep wells of soul untold,
Clear as streams, yet warm and bold.
Their promise whispers, calm yet keen—
Like aquamarine, she reigns serene.
3. Poised with grace, a queenly air,
Each step majestic, beyond compare.
Her beauty timeless, fresh and clean,
Like emerald’s glow, a regal sheen.
4. Greg’s jewel, my bestie, your worth divine,
Endless, ageless, like gold you shine.
No treasure holds a brighter gleam
Like a gem, you fulfill the dream.
5. Ajoke, my paddy, great work of art,
The one who quickens my weary heart.
Your presence fills my soul with flight—
Like air, you make my world alight.
6. The apple of God’s eye you are,
Your touch outshines the brightest star.
Your words, so tender, softly stream—
Like Valentine, eternal dream.
7. Holding your hands, passionately,
The inner joy, sudden ecstasy;
Myriads of belly rumbling.
Fantasy beyond all infatuation
Quite unquantifiable, like a gem
Wole Popoola 2024
THIS QUILT
This quilt a kaleidoscope of
corduroy colours
a struggle to even
out lucid lovers
cotton wool lies in
bumpity flats
I unravel thread
just like that cat !
Stitches are too loose or tight
corners say alright, so blight
while mantras race in light
“THE GRACE OF
IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” !
So like my country of carnivals
which takes too long in its winter
silent squares want to sing
songs of black swans to bring
Quilt quiet queenly comely !
Can I commence a new project ?
another challenging
lesson to learn
fingers ache sore
sessions to earn
this quilt into deep
sheep sleep
forlorn, forlorn
I dream of yellow
corn !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2016
What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it,
That gilded throne where I will proudly sit,
Would people think me mad,
Is my ambition so preposterous and bad.
And why not me, have I not earned this crown,
Someone not worthy of that queenly gown,
Bejeweled and composed for all to see,
My vassals all around, bowing deep to me.
Naysayers bleat I'm just an empty ship,
With lights and streamers pretending to be hip,
Without a cargo or destination clear,
Sailing in circles relying on the wind to steer.
But if we're given to analogies, what if I were a Trojan horse,
With clear intent and undisputed course,
Where guile and purpose rule the day,
The aim to soundly win not merely one to play.
Demean and underrate me at your peril,
I can pivot between angel and pure devil,
While my laugh is designed to be disarming,
It masks a side of me considerably less charming.
Everything I've wanted I've achieved,
A trajectory few would have believed,
Do you think I'll stop at this last jump,
And in so doing fully flatten Trump?
I had never seen such a regal crown
It was sparkling full of jewels
Looked like it was freshly polished
It belonged to the Grand Duchess grandpa said
Auguste Victoria, German’s finest queenly monarch
I could tell that he had been smitten
How did we get it, Grandpa?
My great-great-grandfather would never tell he said.
We smiled at each other, knowing our family well.
Most of us are popular extraverts, adored by many.
Just be yourself, he said. Great things will happen.
And of course, he was right, and they did.
With her queenly ego, she said, "My name is now Princess".
And so they complied ~ a loyal crew, whom by her words were led.
Then one day, she chose to change, and took the name of "Mrs."
She had a crown she did not know, the brain within her head.
Queenly green wings cover
Quivering red belly.
Quick to find holes in trees,
Quiet there for safety.
Quite vocal while mating,
Quaver slurred notes in songs.
Quaint bird of Mayan cult.
She sits on the park bench
a flock of pigeons carrying her memories away.
An unleashed dog sat with her a while
Left to chase a squirrel
The well-dressed pass her by
As if she wasn’t there.
A child in a carriage
Gives her a “queenly” wave,
She listens,
Eavesdrops
As Fall whispers
Scattered secrets
To fallen leaves.
She sits, alone but not lonely
For she knows who she is
Rejoices in what was
Awaits
What is to come.
Though she isn’t just a butterfly
She’s been a monarch of the sky
Wings, so gentle, often impress
Like love from above, she does bless
Like the ruler she’s always stood
Lovely and kind, reigning with good
She knows affection won’t repress
Like love from above, she does bless
Matriarch of hope, joy and peace
Just like the queen of scenic Greece
Her duties, much, I must confess
Like love from above, she does bless
Sovereign and sure, she is a light
Shining like the sun, kind and bright
Friendship is found in her caress
Like love from above, she does bless
Empress of her time, filled with grace
Sincere, her promise an embrace
She is known for her faithfulness
Like love from above, she does bless
I wish I could be human
the monarch felt this thought between tulips
she awoke in the morning queenly in full dress
everyone wanted rules
all she wanted was nectar
Beloved Daughter of Elohim
He did it He giving us another day life to live.
Ever present He stands beside you..
He awakens you this New Day Dawn..
HE'S giving you within your faith a reason to go on.
He's giving you Mercy and Grace
HE allows you in this moment, this time this space.
Blessed are you Daughter arise
take your Queenly Order Chosen Woman of God
Rise up!!! For in Him you're ever strong.
Arise!! IN His Glorious Glory of this
NEW DAY DAWN you are His whom
HE loves, Always
6/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Have you been in touch with the peddler turtle? He said.
Green one who sings to himself and dances? Asked Jed.
Hoot owl nodded “That’s the guy, he is really something.”
His items are unique, some of them sing and ring a ling.
He has a dancing clock that will fall off the shelf on the hour.
Bouquets of bright flowers that would dazzle a queenly bower.
Kitchen tools that would spin you around and say, “how do you do.”
You really need to take a peek at his stuff, one-of-a-kind too.
I followed the peddler turtle from town to town.
never saw a fit, a stomp, a stamp or a frown.
He had the best disposition, this peddler turtle.
Smiling as wide as my light-brained cousin Myrtle.
His wares were wonderful, whacky and wildly whimsical too.
He could dance a ballet, a tango, and a turtle soft shoe.
We liked everything about peddler turtle, he was ever so keen.
We all agreed at his funeral, no one ever saw him turn mean.
The smell of her hair like the ocean wind air blown
The color of her eyes almond
The color of her heart lavender
She's the sent she's the aroma of a royal Queen evervescent
~
The stature of her stride
As she walks her head up high vessel aligned and holy skies
Queenly ROYALTY PRIESTHOOD
In alignment from the Son to the Father
For His glory in His honor
You are His daughter
~
The color of her heart Amber Birch
The color of your skin melanin
The color of her lips sweet
With her mouth she speaks frankincense and mercy
~
The smell of her hair like the ocean air wind blown breeze
The color of her eyes almond
The color of her heart lavender
Inside her vessel Jesus
She's the sent she's the aroma of a royal Queen Evervescent
4/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr Sr 2023©
Happy she drifted to July
Almond cakes and oranges she sought
He breathed amongst the trees
In the hush
he offered wind lashed skies
His stares are thread worn
and they creak
He complains when I came
and talks when I go
Everything mattered I believed
then died a bit
under a heap of leaves
The Queenly seat is empty
in the woods that held me
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