Toasty Poems

JULY SEARING SWELTERING--

JULY SEARING SWELTERING


Heated hot placement boils torrid;
Desert a blazed atomic fire;
Summer hot breath balmy pungent;
Searing aromatic spiced boils;
~

Summery canicular toasty;
Seething is fervent fiery;
Heated hot placement boils torrid;
Summer hot breath balmy pungent;
~
In this muggy sizzling fervid
Scalding warm glowing July day


7/30/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

Proverbs Shmaverbs

       Cast your bread upon the water
          if you like it soaky
    
       As for mine it’s in the oven
         ‘cos I prefer it toasty

If MY Heart was a House

If my heart was a house
You would feel warm and safe
I would cuddle you and cherish you

We would be toasty in winter
Cool and calm in summer and spring
The daffodils would delight us

We would be excited about life
Enthusiastic about our hobbies
Happy to have each other

We would not need a fire
For we would be the fire
If my heart was a house

Frozen Shiver Shakes

Icebergs floated all around me –
frozen is no place to safely flee.
I fell down on an ice crystal,
then I heard you whistle
and felt myself turn towards bold
so I could leave this place so cold.

So many crevices and cracks.
Frigid ice coated my back.
A glacier's huge backhand
flew our memories to slush land.

As my shivers began to shake,
I felt my knees tremble and quake.
Love never knows its hold on tomorrow.
Days are not warm laced against sorrow.

Your repeat, sleety emotion
will not ease glacial commotion.
Frozen mist will not reinstall
your flaming, toasty love recall. 
I bear your gift of numb fraught,  
that will thaw in icebergs not.

It is all about the Pups

My feet are toasty
Sun has warmed porch to biscuit baking hotness
I consider going in for my shoes
But pups are lying in front of the door sleeping

New Year

It's a New Year again,
Time to turn another
page -- though I am
far from new~

closer to Old Sage.

Time to forgive...and let
go... -- as seasons flow
the cold of January
will leave our North~ 
Southern breeze will again 
melt the snow, thawing 
Nature's frostier thermostat -- 
(a subtle lesson in 
there for all of us) -- 

Myself, never much for skiing -- 

having taste closer in line with toasty-sand 
and dazzling-shore

however, no need to further bore anyone with
my own preference -- mindful that we all have 
personal deference -- but more than enough
in fond common not to foolishly feel need to share any
affections not deemed innately neutral, amiably acceptable when 
cordially meeting and passing -  

My this year's resolution:

To make a little less fecal
pollution

to love a little more

a welcome mat not far from

the bell camera at the front
door -- 

I won't be naively foolish -- but maybe
a bit less frightfully ghoulish...

Love, From Santa's Girl

What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers 
well his pants got caught inside the chimney 
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night 
and gave Santa such a jolly fright 
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat 
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat 
now here's the kicker... 
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all 
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul 
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun 
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!   
now here's the kicker... Eh !   
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed   
but as Santa  danced around the sun poured in the loft  
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be, 
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three. 

Merry Christmas Everyone !  
Love, 
From Santa's Girl  :)

Icy Thoughts

I wish I could prevent frostbite. 
But sometimes that’s impossible. 
Ice that is rugged and sleek. 
Tapping my knuckles on it. 
Brand new ice. 
That came from nowhere. 

The avalanche. 
Almost killed me. 
Now I’m hundreds of feet high. 
And my arm and leg are visible just above the snow. 
I try to move my arm. 
It moves but I feel nothing. 

Thinking. 
Icy thoughts.
Forget the toasty fireplace at home. 
Family around the couch. 
Thinking about…
Ice cream. Ice skating. Icicles. 
Will somehow keep me alive a little longer. 
I hope the helicopter sees my red coat. 
Before it snows again.

Sense of Home

Pic's of friend's grandkids,
my son, his girlfriend 
A wooden mallard
A wooden mustang
My grandpa's paintings

My game keyboard
December chill
An itchy back
A cold, wet nose

Neighbor's chat
Creaking walls
Toasty dryer

Hot tea
ginger

Scone

When

I'll wrap you in my loving arms
?
Tonight my love, tonight 

'Neath my old blanket, toasty warm
?
Tonight my love, tonight 

I'll kiss you while soft music plays
?
Tonight my love, tonight

And on your eyes I'll fix my gaze
?
Tonight my love, tonight

I'll whisper to you pretty things 
?
Tonight my love, tonight

And forget the world if you would sing
?
Tonight my love, tonight

I'll get real close, 'tween us no space
?
Tonight my love, tonight

And say I love you to your face
?
Tonight my love, tonight 

When will it be, not now t'would seem
Tonight my love, tonight?

T'will happen when of you I dream
Tonight my love, tonight

warm autumn sparkles with shiny colors

autumn sparkles with shiny colors
her leaves twinkling and winking in the breeze
the forest is full of golds and reds today
walnuts are piling under my tall leafless tree

there should be a coolness, it is autumn, right?
but it is ninety-two degrees, odd for Kansas
this is nearly mid October, too warm for fall
I sit outside and smell charcoal from neighbors

homecoming game will be toasty warm
plaid skirts and tennis shoes can be replaced by tiny dresses
wraps unnecessary this year, even though it is autumn
unnaturally warm, unless the weather changes fast

knitting

toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa
the hues of colors
red blue yellow green
knitting needles are clicking along

warm mittens and slippers
afghans and shawls
a dress for a toddler
clickety clack clickety clack

Love Boat

Indigo ink dreams
Dripping from heart
Tattoos tongue with kinetic kiss
Green electric buzz like sip
Of fine blueberry wine so sweet
Dreamy turquoise love touch
Filling me up with red desire
On fire for your romantic antic
Sweeping me off my feet
Carrying me with ease
Of a blue breeze to deserted love island 
Where tan sands caress like brown hands
White waters flow warm and toasty
Fast slow then in closing cold
Never let go of this love
For it floats like a boat

choose a fun way to die

I could die today by walking outside because of the wind chill factor.
or die tomorrow if I accidentally stepped into the way of Mr. Jay’s tractor.
I could die on Wednesday choking on a piece of pepper steak.
If I did this too early, I would not get any of the German chocolate cake.

I could die on Thursday if I froze to death by not being toasty warm.
Friday could take me out if we were invaded by Mexican bee swarm.
I could die on Saturday or Sunday, or I could even die tonight.
I wish we could choose our dying way, it might take away some fright.

Firewood

Let's start ourselves a fire
And I don't mean the kind
That's started up with kindling
I've something else in mind

We'll build it up real slowly
Until we're toasty warm
Who cares what's going on outside 
I want a big snowstorm!!

Each of us a matchstick
We'll strike at the same time
Combine our flames together 
And watch the celsius climb

Our hearths aglow in love light
Slow burning firewood 
This may just be a long night
But it will be so good

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