When I was a little girl, like other little girls, I craved Fame. As a child I modeled clothes for church fundraisers. And, sold Girl Scout Cookies, but no Fame. I even became a Candy Striper (one who volunteers to work in hospitals), but this did not yield Fame. A few years later I was writing verses for greeting cards and my friends said it was quite good. I went in to business for the first time, but still no Fame. At a later period in my life I took classes to be a Graphic Artist and graduated - A Little Fame. Then, a period came where I started to write and I believed I could write well enough to become a Famous writer. And although I sold some of my creations, the Fame that I craved had not materialized.
At this time in my life I found something that was greater than my cravings. It was God. Now, I don't crave Fame 'cause I don't need to be a star when I am a Masterpiece and a Star for Him.
If you have cravings or ambitions or just want Fame, ask God how you are to be. This will bring you to: FAITH, ALMIGHTY, MERCY AND ETERNITY.
Categories:
striper, allah, angel, blessing, change,
Form: Free verse
True love
Grandma's hugs
True love
Pearly Gates, fresh cool grapes
True love
Tropical bubblegum
True love
Chocolate flavored castor oil
Old leather boots
Grandmas cotton purse
A candy striper who wants to be a nurse
True love is homebase
God's amazing Grace
...true love
8/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2020
Categories:
striper, allusion, analogy, how i
Form: Free verse
There is no space between the
horizon and the ocean
Birds follow boats in a lazy
circular motion
It is a lazy hazy Saturday
afternoon
Topped by a peeping
premature quarter moon
Idle fishermen sit and curse
their fate
The striper run is getting
precariously late
Boats chug back and forth in
search of signs
Willing fish to hook up with
trawling lines
Categories:
striper, nature
Form: Couplet
Manchurian beast
Majestically royal
Panthera tigris
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
Categories:
striper, animals
Form: Haiku
(The only true thing about this poem is that today is my birthday.)
People are upset because it's my birthday and my age is something I haven't told.
I keep my age a secret because I'm getting pretty damn old.
My bones crackle and my false teeth keep falling out.
When I tell people that I'm a sex machine, they have serious doubts.
Is it possible that I've lost my good looks?
My doctor prescribes me more pills than Elvis took.
Last month I was in the hospital and I got fresh with a candy striper.
I might have stood a chance with her if she wasn't the one who changed my
diaper.
Categories:
striper, funny, life, on writing
Form: I do not know?