Short Attendant Poems
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Absolute attentive awesomely amazingly,
uplifting attendant angel's admiringly approaches- Amen~
12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Eaglet,dolphins and waning light,
Plane,rockets and flowing kite.
Attendant of air all are,
But eaglet boast of her star.
Now,she's is out of sight.
c.2017
Here lies Martin Jacob "Sparky" Trent
Service Station Attendant
Smoking while fueling
Can be quite grueling
A flick of the Bic and away Sparky went.
Written November 14, 2022
motto
of
acceptance
fascinate
&
depict
attendant
intimations
emphasing
isolated
motifs
floating
metamorphic
metaphors
spreading
&
proclaiming
profuse
connections
In 1952 a robot stopped by the Sinclair gas station.
Walked up to the pumps and had an instant celebration.
Gas station attendant was horrified but stayed away.
As the creature filled up on gasoline that weird Tuesday.
Flight Attendant
Miracle Man
8/28/2024
My dearest friend whose name is Jo Jo,
when working her job kept her on the go.
But now retired,
she’s still admired,
because years have not stolen her glow.
My God,
My Lord,
My King,
My Father,
My Savior,
My Brother,
My Path,
My Protector,
My Listener,
My Creator,
My Lover,
My Attendant,
My Friend,
My Angel,
My Inspiration,
My Everything,
My Life,
My Only One JESUS CHRIST.
And then it dawned on the attendant crowds
That having climbed to the top of the spire
For he had seen the way to climb up
The challenge was to climb down
But the way to climb down
Had sadly eluded him
And the multitudes
Had not a clue
To offer.
Johnny rode up with his rideable car pedals screeching and screaming.
The new gas station attendant asked the boss “is it me? Am I dreaming?”
Go out there and pretend, the boss said, “It makes the kid happy.”
“Premium gas please,” Johnny said to the attendant “and make it snappy”.
Every June it happens,
Big celebration that never ends.
This is their sunrise-to-sunset,
Should us to commemorate.
An attendant at night,
Attentive parent at light,
Presence never leave us,
In every challenges we have.
Greatest gift of all,
A huge thanks for all,
You're our and my loving father,
And I must say I love you.
A spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent,
or messenger of God
N esting hovering in clouds and host of heaven glory
G od Himself sents them down as warnings
E vil Angels are called and known as Demons
L ivng messengers of God divine beings spirits good or bad
10/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The moderate warmth,
and its attendant
humid air,
rising mild temperatures
on smoothened sands.
Tilting towards the warm
showers of the tropical sun,
and basking on the tranquil
beach, I enjoy a sunbath.
With my sunscreen lotion,
applied gently on my soft
and beautifully tanned
Scandinavian skin,
I warm up for the
forthcoming global annual
beauty competition
in the land of the flying
fish.
Our little infant is a blessed messenger from paradise sent by God to us,
He twisted practical and saw that our family required some adoration.
So God just glanced around and got his #1 heavenly attendant.
He caused the radiance to vanish thus to the wings too.
At that point, he sent this heavenly attendant on earth, as an infant,
The most wicked holy messenger ever, whom we love like there's no tomorrow!
In satin gown resplendent
A vision independent
With eyes of green she hits the scene
A regular attendant
She passes through the door
Then glides across the floor
A look of grace upon her face
A goddess evermore
She then begins to dance
The men are in a trance
They only stare while frozen there
Too scared to take a chance
At the bar she's standing prone
Drinking champagne on her own
They pass her by but never try
So she goes home all alone
("Peyote Dreams", 2018, original encaustic)
Building a Dream
Building a dream
one thought at a time, each
with attendant sensations
flowing from a creative mind,
isn’t so hard to do,
but it can be a struggle,
even castles made of sand
are work, too much work
when they cease being fun,
better to write on water
or leave our thoughts
in the sky, effortlessly
painted in a sunset
flowing in a cloud train
wherever the wind may blow…
(2/14/24)
The roadside implement left without attendant,
an objective lesson of technology progression.
Long lacking use, should be rot and rust.
Yet is anything but, even years without digging rut.
A hand once guided, a horse once dragged.
Hung up like the harness, and the feed bag.
So roadside it sits, repainted and new.
A plow, a tool of a past we honor, that men would use.
Historic and remembered, now a monument,
to the hard working farmer and time that he spent.
Afore twilight winged bugs
Come to rest
On a gently rippling creek
Where placid mists acquiesced
And one horse carriages so sleek
Surrendered humanity’s finest
Midnight sons to seek
Their customary agonist
So renowned they were to sneak
Neither humility nor unheard cries
Echo past the shop displays
Beyond the attendant sunrise
An unsightly game
It remains the same
All in a daze
For everyone sighs
And closes his eyes
In so many ways
And in so many days
Society dies