Some remain so vivid and bold.
Some are dry and used because they're old.
Categories:
supplies, art,
Form: Crystalline
I am sure the art supply company thinks I am a school said Lamaay
She orders and receives art supplies almost every other day.
Her husband has no problem with it, he knows it makes Lamaay sashay
And keeps her happy, upbeat, positive, optimistic and truly gay.
Categories:
supplies, art,
Form: Monorhyme
Disturbed over what she had planned
for tomorrow. Often times she refused to
me as included with her plans.
What sweet sonnets sing ye
the sound of togetherness
tangled with romance
an evening of love
a night to dance
Yes you my darling might obe
take part
in the clearest exception
where two promise never
to part
Love in the possibility of loving
where is tomorrow
that we shall love
the night away
each promise
each promise
Poem who shall write me
that you seem so inspired
promise who shall write me
Promise who shall write me
in titled to perfection
with each and every word
Poem who shall write me
Poem who shall write me.
then are they evil that they reherst
poem who shall write me
Sample the sweet sounds of
moring the feast upon the fruit
Poem who shall write me
Poem who shall write me
Then have we tonight
might the day was strange with
with sungsters
many words sung
some evasive of love
who shall sing the need
of our togetherness
nature sings in
the night might her
song be as sweet
Crepes for dessert
Categories:
supplies, creation, guitar, music, romantic
Form: Ballad
Daily ask the Father for revision
I acknowledge and thank Him for all that He's given
He's giving me life freedom and liberty
He's given to me some of my wants and all of my needs
And we who are confident that He hears us
Whenever we ask for anything that pleases Him
Secondly instantaneously effortlessly in the moment I be
Cherish I The prominent the promise my pleas
Holy I am so redeemed I am sure
Crazy and thinking my Father for
And we who are confident that He hears us
Whenever we ask for anything that pleases Him
He's given to me some of my wants and all of my needs
He's giving me life freedom and liberty
And we who are confident that He hears us
Whenever we ask for anything that pleases Him
Daily ask the Father for revision
He's given to me some of my wants and all of my needs, Hallelujah Amen
He GIVES ME SOME OF MY WANTS YET SUPPLIES ALL OF MY NEEDS-
6/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Referencing 1st John 5:14
Categories:
supplies, addiction, analogy, beautiful, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
More and more and many more whys
Are all abundant with many supplies
Then we become difficult and unsure
Irrational while being hard to endure.
By reading Bible I am often annoyed
Appreciated other parts and enjoyed
Heart pounds if things are prophetic
Things had proved to be quite hectic.
Certain sections often have selected
Many errors needed to be corrected
Conclusion much attention did draw
Wrote poems about as things we saw.
COVID cases are disasters we regret;
Become confused and highly upset
Had alowed God to become envolved
Answers found and problems solved.
Categories:
supplies, analogy,
Form: Ballad
Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old
And have a hole in my heart I'm told
Sitting on top of that a small tumor
This definitely isn't a run away rumor
I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese)
Controlled diabetes on top of that
Hypertension makes its mark
Sometimes I even seem smart .
Then coronavirus hit the world
It set our lives in a whirl
So grocery shopping is done online
It takes me twice as much time
I carefully place my total order
After asking my husband if he needs water
And my grandson what snacks needed
Then click the button and I 've conceded
In a few days we ride to acquire
What the staff at Wally World think I desire
Well, I may not have tissue to wipe
my nose and my derriere but some grapes(what luck!)
Each week I play Russian Roulette
With exactly what I will get
I hope the circumstances play a part
For my husband likes me shopping a la carte
I may even buy a small camera
Slip it in and say I ordered Samera(he'd never know)
I could start getting more of what I desire
Less to cook so we can eat like a highflyer(get carry out)
Categories:
supplies, america, angst, anxiety, life,
Form: Rhyme
He cares for me
He so takes care of me
He takes care of all my wants and need
And who is this…
My Father
And this same God
This same God
He who takes care of me
My God will supply all of your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.
He cares for me
So He takes care of me
Takes He care of all our wants and our needs
And this who is …
My Father my Father in heaven
1/15/20
Philippians 4:19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
supplies, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, engagement,
Form: Lyric
Trump Supplies of Lies
Trump sure seems to have so many supplies,
Of stories and myths all substantiated by lies;
Leader of pack,
And not intact;
Even his supporters and backers now realize.
Jim Horn
Categories:
supplies, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Scrubbing Bubbles, Dreft, Life Buoy, and Shout.
Help me to get my greasy grimy out.
Irish Spring, Dove, Windex, Borax too,
I turn to them when I am blue.
Cleaning is something I resolve not to do
unless I am in the throes of a horrible boo-hoo.
Clorox, Borax, Tide, Dawn, and Ajax too.
They only come out when I am mad at you.
If you see the Pledge, you had better run.
If I bring out the Zest, for you it is not going to be fun.
If you see Old English you know you are a cad.
Because I only clean like this when I am truly really mad.
Or if company is coming, which is only two or three times a year.
Where are you going,- as I reach for the Tide - afraid of me, dear?
Categories:
supplies, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The lessons you learn in life,
Have a place and a time.
If you don’t believe it now,
See what happens when,
You’re alone and on your own.
The supplies you obtain,
Mean absolutely everything.
From the smallest screw,
To even the toughest glue.
Every day you learn something new.
Supplies are like car parts,
One won’t work without the other.
You can’t write with a pencil,
Without having some paper.
Nothing erases like an eraser.
Education is the key component,
To opening doors of opportunity.
Supplies and tools are pivotal.
Don’t minimize your potential,
By staying a lonely individual.
Categories:
supplies, education, life, meaningful, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
after "Ich bin die fesche Lola" sung by Marlene Dietrich
I'm easy-going Lola, the girl who's most in voque.
The Nutella in my pantry is there for none but me.
I'm easy-going Lola, the heartthrob a la mode,
but hands off my Nutella, or my other side you'll see.
I.m easy-going Lola ,the girl who's most in vogue
The Nutella in my pantry is stacked next to the gin.
I'll let you walk me homeward, though you are a rogue,
but hands off my Nutella, or I'll kick you in the shin.
Lola, Lola! the boys l know who I am.
You can take my marmalade, if that is what you seek.
I.m not one to be petty, so take my strawberry jam,
but fingers off Nutella, or it's hospital all week/
Categories:
supplies, food,
Form: Canzone
You rightly, quite politely, criticise
my efforts at composing “pleiades”.
What’s rare about revilings such as these
is, blaming me for leaving out my “I”’s.
The reason isn’t tricky to surmise.
My arrogance supposes I, with ease,
can conjure (with unthinking expertise)
whatever I may please. Please don’t despise
my failure to peruse the contest rules,
for carelessness (the calling-card of fools)
is what possessed me. That, I can’t disguise.
Each time a fresh and feisty pair of eyes
lands on my folly, one more pride-cell dies.
Its silver magenta
is shimmering warm-white
in damson-dark center,
ink-black like summer night;
if clay turned inventor,
it might spawn this dawn-light.
Categories:
supplies, angst,
Form: Sonnet
Baby's off to college
E-mailed pic of groovy dorm room
Where she'll absorb trite and knowledge
Rib-kickin' as if she were still in my womb
Mom-love surely heart-gut balmed unto the tomb.
Categories:
supplies, family,
Form: Quintain (English)
There is no dream like flowers
There is no snow – but rain.
There is no love unkindled.
There is no song for pain.
Flowers die around their seed.
Snow melts to quench the dust.
Love dies in the growth of comfort.
Faith builds the house of trust.
Categories:
supplies, faith, lost love, love,
Form: Blank verse