My visage of her
Emancipated beautiful
I enter into her beauty
From across the room I stare
My nose erected I smell
Smell her essence was flaming
Desire, my heart vibrate warm is fire
Amidst it's my duty, to enter into her beauty
She is potion, silken
And more desired than shea lotion
God And her mother second that emotion
As I enter into her beauty
11/16/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
Beaming sculpture whittled by awning clouds over blue sea
Ethereal beauty tinged in brown, green and yellow shea
Aerial bliss, flaunting on leaves-sunkissed
Under and over my wings, I breathe your scented mist
Talons I sprawl, your branches I grip
Yonder sanctuary, your soothing shield I trip
Amongst beauties of nature, your heights majestic
Narwhals of blue seas, unicorns of Atlantic
Dying depths of roots underlying masses so cryptic
Marshes of hidden paradise, your abode of beauty
Attached is madness of ethnic humanity
Desecrating pristine ages of dreamt forest
Nesting on mantels, burning unrest
Eaves of succulent leaves, carved barks and branches
Streaming on saps and man's cold blood
Sweet and sour blend of beauty and madness
Today is a hurting day for all of us since Robert Anthony
Dollar was taken away before his time five years ago today
our love shall never die for him, he is family and had many
friends in which he will always be remembered with love
and love is power!
We remember him today with all our hearts and know he
is in a better place, but yet he shall always be living in our
hearts.
Love never dies once given that love, as you know
it to be, through our life time to family and friends.
So hard to explain the real meaning of love, it takes
hold of our whole being, never fading, till our own
life stops continuing on!
Love is the power of life, it only grows within as we grow
to become a better person.
We remember today Robbie with a young heart who loved the
thrill of riding his bike so free with promise.
Grandma Harriet Alexina Shea
Love sweet Boundaries
Emotions rolls past the boundaries of our
heart, not knowing why everything
has to end in strange unseen ways.
Love does not just hang around till you tell
it to leave, it crawls deep within the soul
of light, that has always been shining
till you opened a crack, enough to let
in the spirit of emotional love.
Light has now freely escaped to
continue growing throughout
the human race.
(Understanding the truth of self, made it
all become a reality.)
Now! love has to shine its fullest to
bring forth others to find their own
light through love.
Across the wide blue yonder! there is
a speck that was not there yesterday it
just appeared through the crack of
someone's soul who found love's sweet
light needing to be released.
Now love's strongest force can bring
forth energy enough to start a
brand new world warm
with love.
©DerenaBree (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
talcum powder was almost the death of me
it was bathroom winter elegantly scented
blinded by the dusty seductress, and i ache to bathe again
then cocoa shea hit me like an odd sort of heat
there were so many bumpy roads and dead skin cells
there were so many speed traps and balled up and torn up tickets
what should have been clues instead came as covered comfort
yes, lou, there was, originally, always something there to remind me
now, as naked as the current version of my eyes, i put the unexpected generic on the recently renovated pedestal
yes, again, Your Highness, Mr. Radio, the Woman of today is still smarter than Man in every way
thank you, Sweets, i will now live longer
marriage –It’s the Law -- but
Don’t marry a man you think you love
marry a man who loves
and sell drugs
that way you can get real high
and not know what he does
because honey!
believe me
you never know
what he really does
I have had a 1000 years
looking into what men does
and I only found one good one and even he faltered.
He gives me blueberry kisses
Soft puckered mocha lips
Can't take his eyes off my hips
He gives me blueberry kisses
Greased up in shea butter
Can't keep his mind out the gutter
He gives me blueberry kisses
Beard trimmed, soft and taught
Can't not stop thinking a naughty thought
He gives me blueberry kisses
Subtle hints of sandalwood floating off his neck
Can't help placing on my lips a sweet gentle peck
He gives me blueberry kisses
First Steps
by Michael R. Burch
for Caitlin Shea Murphy
To her a year is like infinity,
each day—an adventure never-ending.
She has no concept of time,
but already has begun the climb—
from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending.
I would caution her, "No! Wait!
There will be time enough another day . . .
time to learn the Truth
and to slowly shed your youth,
but for now, sweet child, go carefully on your way! . . ."
But her time is not a time for cautious words,
nor a time for measured, careful understanding.
She is just certain
that, by grabbing the curtain,
in a moment she will finally be standing!
Little does she know that her first few steps
will hurtle her on her way
through childhood to adolescence,
and then, finally, pubescence . . .
while, just as swiftly, I’ll be going gray!
Keywords/Tags: adolescence, pubescence, play, learning, growing up, first steps, first walking, running, aging, first love, child, childhood, children, kindergarten, age, leaving, graduation
We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this *****steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.
On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.
That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey
Are plucked on Adam's lips.
The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.
There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.
The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.
Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.
We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this *****steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.
On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.
That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey
Are plucked on Adam's lips.
The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.
There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.
The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.
Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.
What a world you've made for me sweetheart
a world filled with brilliance and sunlight
to make me smile.
Your eyes glowed like stars, you lifted
me to heaven without trying the day
you entered in my life.
What a world living in the wild with you
by my side, through thick and thin we
share ourselves in love.
There is no place I rather be my love
your all I desire, like a fresh breeze
kissing me gently through life.
You have become part of me as I have
become part of you, we walk paths
in our little paradise, watch
sunset at the end of a perfect day we
shared together.
We are together to fulfill our destiny darling
we will never live yesterday again, tomorrow
I hope to see your smiling face, taste your
kiss of love upon my lips.
(We made our world together)
Harriet Shea
I was born
in October of
1955
One could hear
the World Series
from the hospital room
The famous series where
the "Brooklyn Bums"
finally defeated
the incredible Yankee machine
This upcoming year
I intend to go
to some games
I may even go to a
minor league game
At Keyspan Park
the Brooklyn Cyclones
delight the crowds
My thoughts drift back to
Banner day at Shea
Had sparkles on my banner
My experience with playing the game
consists of a being a catcher
for a short while
in the little League
Never a great athlete
Yet an intense Mets fan
I view them as the descendants
of the Brooklyn Dodger and New York Yankees
Pass the Canyon of Heroes
on my way back from work at the
community college
where I hear they have a good
baseball team
Gotham needs its baseball teams
they are part of the glue which
hold it together
Part of the dreams of stick ball players
of those(including myself)
who went to the batting cages at Coney Island
Play ball, man
Stormy Dawn
She sang, dancing across the stormy dawn
capturing dreams along her way
she flew high filled with ...
promise.
She streaked unblemished, a flower in bloom
hidden in shadows unseen
she touched many a heart
that stormy dawn.
Beauty bright, lighting paths darkened
she found the mighty wind
hidden deep, as she danced across dreams
untouched.
She flushed away doubts with wisdom
powdered fears with fragrance
from a new born existence found
that stormy dawn.
Power filling each pore, she flew high
making each drop a stream, a river
an ocean, that stormy dawn before
the rainbow appeared.
She streaked across the heavens
mingling with the raindrops, and
thunder, than peace became her
silent surrender that stormy
dawn.
Harriet Shea
Having been converted the year before
Dr Graham came over the following year
to preach at Mission England in the UK
Sunderland was the nearest venue I could hear
I decided to spend a week down there
an opportunity to view BG for real
was not disappointed not even a little
for God's presence was there to feel
Cliff Barrows lead the congregation
to sing in unison was so brill
Bev Shea sang solo so wonderful
could hear pin drop so very still
What a privilege to hear the great preacher
Dr Graham spoke with authority so clear
backed by scriptural truths as he said
repeatedly the Bible says so we shouldn't fear
What a blessed week that truly was indeed
that was a week I never will ever forget
watching many respond to God's good news
life's transformed by God's servant on set
Soul knowledge grown thru emotional searches
Eclipses vain ego perches attempts to take charge.
Living should be large from our soul’s core will,
Feeling joy thrill and pain spill, gilds soul’s sheaf.
Allow belief to trigger your spiritual agenda.
Cite déjà vu’s antenna as your eternal soul almanac
To map your experiences predetermined tract.
Ultimate feeling feedback pens your spiritual rondeau
And develops its flow to your truth knowledge area.
Live as the God of your criteria does to you reveal.
Increase your understanding, lest a dealing shanghai
Zealot such as fear, ego or greed tries to take your pizazz,
And stinking thinking unrhymes your soul’s stanza.
Take time to contemplate coolly and truly think about
Iambic thought perfection to sprout your spiritual illuminati.
Oblige the soul-memo heavenly angels constantly demo,
Nudging the human faithful to spirit freedom in Eden.
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