I’ll take it to the grave,
all the secrets I hold.
I will not live and tell
such sacred memories.
They ogled a bombshell.
I’ll take it to the grave,
coral lips tightly sealed.
That taste of seventeen,
one night at thirty-five,
the best waits to be seen.
I’ll take it to the grave,
behave like a lady.
Hiding stains on satin,
what a splendid charade.
Urban legends fatten.
I’ll take it to the grave,
this is worth repeating.
My mantra will not shift,
loyalty’s never loose.
I’m okay if you’re miffed.
Krugiodendron ferreum or Black Ironwood
Ostrya virginiana or American Hophornbeam
Carpinus caroliniana or American Hornbeam
--------------------------------------------------Black ironwood (like African Blackwood) is not a good choice for a modern bassoon body. While its extreme density makes it ideal for oboes and clarinets, it is far too heavy and reflective acoustically for a bassoon. -------------Ironwood is best suited for acoustic and electric guitars, specifically for dense, high-wear components like fretboards, bridges, and tuning pegs-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Acer saccharum or Sugar Maple------Acer nigrum or black Maple----------Acer rubrum or red maple-----Acer heldreichii or Bosnain Mountain Maple-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Keep my Reed Moist............................................................................!
Hey! hey! hey
a
come dance wit me boi;
i'm putting on top mai satin shoe now;
hey a
trip away , step for triple way , triple away pirouette trip di lait;
fantastic kiss di toes for mai feet;
mai spirit, mai soul so sweet;
gambol sweetstep onto floor oh, oh;
rollicking, flicker, leap-quiver oscillate;
tip toe
bit 1 2 3
top 1 2 3, 1 2 3 comot right. comot
shift ya hips to hip hip
shimmer shake shake shape, tanda for place. Shake ya hit. Shikena! area to area, bodi, waving as you wearin dem
satin, afro, shoe
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Hey! Hey! Hey
A
Come to dance wit me boy;
I'm putting on my satin shoes now;
Hey A
Trip away , step in triple way , triple away pirouette trip the light;
Fantastic kiss the toes of my feet;
My spirit, my soul so sweet;
Gambol sweetstep onto floor Oh, oh;
Rollicking, flicker, leap-quiver oscillate;
Tip toe
bit 1 2 3
Top 1 2 3, 1 2 3 left right.left
Shift your hips to hip hip
Shimmer shake shake shape, stand in place. Shake your hit. Move side to side, body, waving as you wearin them
satin, Afro, shoes.
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Satin sheets cool in summer.
Soft as a caress against bare skin.
Dangerously slippery so use caution.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
There you were always racing against time,
a willing mother, a conscientious worker, a wife sublime.
There you were with your wondrous wrinkles, your drooping eyelids and your starched crisp cuffs to waitress pinafore uniform you ironed so much.
There you were at the filthy hospital kitchen sink sloshing the dollops of patients’ left-over dinner bits and your magnificent pride with its iron core, smiling through all that .
There you were standing at the bus stop early purple morning or late black night the back stocking line straight and right and shoes polished waxy and bright.
There you were seemingly solid and confident, but really wobbly and light, smoking too many fags through too many disappointed nights.
I touched your cheeks when I caught you crying alone
The tears ran down leaving marks like dried milk
I touched your cheeks one soft like satin and the other like silk.
Silky satin sheets and pillowcases
recipe for a comfortable good night's sleep
~ welcome dreams of soft caresses
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
satin rain falls softly on leaves -
nature’s drink as a thirsty soul grieves.
Will you love me when I’m old
Even if I’m not as pretty or bold
Despite dementia will you still trust
Never mind December warm is our love
Engage me with your ebony eyes
Sauté my heart with red hot replies
Doting you are my red satin valentine
Amethyst is the art you paint in my mind
You are seasoned sexy smart and kind
Stay as you are chocolate lover of mine
Modesty is not
Dresses and scarves
But action and thought
Gentle and measured.
I wear a satin scrunchie
On my wrist, it reminds me
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
There is strength in softness
I do not hide the beauty of femininity.
As my scrunchie is kind to my skin,
So am I in word and action.
I refrain from idle gossip
And do not speak ill of
my family, friends and neighbours.
If I slip in word or thought,
I adjust my scrunchie
And quietly try again.
You're radiant
Your hair
Upon your crown
Untamed
Like a halo
Slightly blushing
Mouth
That seems to beckon
For a petal's touch
Your grand spectacles
Framing your gaze like the finest
Lovely gown
And your gentle satin
Caramel
Glow
I hadn’t known you
From my fables
They said your glow was
Ivory bright
Like creamy
With
No sugar
No spice
No cocoa
And here you stand
Darling
How much warmer
How much sweeter
In the chill of winter
A radiant delightful
Satin caramel
Princess
Satin summer sundays.
With the young children.
Picnicking in the shade
Nana takes them to swim.
Watching while they play.
There growing so big.
Those memories we've made.
Are, a most treasured gift.
Sewsaws and swings.
The roundabout spins.
As we reminisce.
Upon satin summer bliss.
Darting eyes, a naked flame,
Expectations, yet unnamed,
Strewn across a bedroom floor,
In-between, red satin sheets,
Rekindled heat, yearns once more,
Excitement, reaches higher,
Static sets the night on fire.
what would Versace do with a little bit of pink and orange satin?
We cannot wait until he sees it; and of course, he runs to it.
Envisioning a new gown that none of us could have ever envisioned.
It is his way, his mark, his genius, his brilliance, his calling.
I used to have a green corset.
I wore it when I was young and sexy.
My husband got crazy when I had it on.
The kids never knew; I did not advertise it.
It was fancy with lace, and lots of pretty satin.
There might have been tiny pearl buttons on it.
It was really something.
Not comfortable, but went well with high stockings.
I think back on it and smile.
No idea what happened to it or why,
but there was a time I was a fox, truly a sexy wife.
When I think corset, my imagination remembers.
I don’t dare even say “corset” to my husband.
Because he remembers too….
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