Lackluster simple primitive amazing starlet
Gathers together admist the populate
Brightly so shines her popularity
Masses gather to see her pageantry
1/1/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Nearer My God To Thee
eight musicians
lost to the sea
the ship went down, unsinkable
forty minutes to three.
Critics will stoop
so low as to blame
the ghost of
Marilyn Monroe,
accuse her of being easy
say that she
was only sex
with legs and hips
how can you have
it without?
those lips
never realized
that she was,
never considered
her heart
her mind that now
remains observed
while here
her image
in eternity
a beauty
in ways she
will never know,
a vision.
A man with cash shopped at a used car lot
Where met a cute, winsome young harlot
Smiling, he took it in stride
When she offered him a ride
He loved the trip ‘til he missed his wallet.
Still in her prime
Dreams to climb high
No time to waste
Date written: 01/25/2021
playful and flirtatious flame
twinkling and glimmering
candle dancing flickering
casting a myriad of midnight shadows
scintillating and wavering
mesmerizing and hypnotizing
fluttering and quivering
in the dead stillness of dark night hours
suddenly yikes! it dawns on me
that your flame may really be a captive
struggling with despair to free itself
to join its brethren stars up in the sky
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Your ship will sink and your star will fall
So you'd better be prepared
I hope you're well seated when you hit that wall
And the spotlight dims its glare
You step from your car like a debutante
You have everything you could ever want
Have you stopped to consider the ones you snub
Are the ones that have put you there?
The diamond bracelet on your wrist
That accentuates your tan
Rakes the rocks across your skin
As you "shoo" away your fans
You've got more wealth than you could ever spend
But ya don't seem to have it when ya hear from a friend
And ya "won't be signing any autographs"
At the festival de Cannes
You must be aware that you're gettin' old
And ya bore the paparazzi (or so I'm told)
It's a pity your grace can't act for you
As well as your ego can.
A starlet on show at the Globes
encouraged provocative probes
her cleavage surrounded
by pinkness unbounded
and exes who're now homophobes.
` HONG KONG starlet YING CHOI YEE..
Which is that flat?
What and where are you that you come from.
What breed? Are you weaned? I am breadwinner only I might. How about you our beloved witch YING CHOI YEE?
Put a smile on face to please. All are moneys ease as you can look so good and lewd on bed or life. Can defended are likely none. Claimants that represent HONG KONG government play a prank and joke in court.
Signs and seeing views of policeman witness just is not queen evidence this time. Who then can prove that she dispose a bag of cocaine away from her car windows.
Who is triad?
What is coke?
Singer also starlet goes up smiling face to please her nabob friend. Seemingly she must please them with sexes and cokes.
Look so good this ways are something bad.
Friend of she as this is very eminent business men and building landlord keeping many flats.
Which is that flat?
Where you come from?
Ways of made argots is not such as only those for cow.
Those are words from me that use to calm you down with much their wants.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
Thumbing through countless titles
with liquid courage aide…
Cher, I channel
Sky blue starlet
darting through the night,
inking herself
on the clouds as they swirl
and pass,
wind by wind.
The coupling of her hair
and her neck
lap,
like the shore
and the tide
leading somewhere and nowhere
retracting,
but always progressing
just a little more,
one step back,
two steps forward,
biting and clawing ,
beating suppression
with progression.
The taking of one more ounce of flesh
(a requirement, desire),
prolonging
the last second
before sticking the ice pick in,
right behind
the ear
all the way in,
piercing the brain stem,
allowing one drop of blood
to escape.
Gazing into those marvelous,
scorching blue orbs
while the life drains away
and the light in them
is snuffed out
like a candle
tossed into a chasm,
falling forever,
dropping through darkness.
Cradling the head
I lower my corpse
to the ground,
I can still feel
the warmth in the flesh
as it leaks away
like the blood
from the newly create puncture.
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