WALKINGLY I ON HOLY STREETS OF GOLD
Triumphantly gathering
Amongst fellow visitors
Returning home leaving
Our shoes and sandals
At the door on my vacation spot
Earth passing through now
back home walking on Holy Grounds
Embracing my Father the soles of my feet
The soul of my vessel sweet
I bow down to greet praise worthy at His feet
Walkingly I on holy streets of gold
I cry out Glory, Holy Father of Heaven!
Hallelujah
8//11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Sharks in the ocean, killer whales -
prevalence of predators in knee deep water,
all because men know better.
They, we - bring disaster to the shore,
to the salty, silty, haven
of children, couples, the old and young.
The fascination of jaws, rows of sharp teeth,
claws at our imaginations; not as lovely
a ride as a dolphin does bring; gladly
gambolling along with a friend.
Sharks bite, out for a midnight snack…
even in the sunny hours.
Back to the salty, silty, haven -
the vacation spot, vacated
or kept on the land, not
wanting to become surf and turf, not
wanting an arm or leg
to be separated in the foam,
in the thrill of the wave.
The wave washes onto the coconut beach.
Ebb and flow of romance.
Dark shadows, inviting
and dangerous. Riveting, breathless -
the tide is precipitous. Washed up,
a half-eaten board. Bored or not,
keep limbs on loungers, toes
out of the sea. Don’t tow the line.
6/14/2023
My heart remembers Lebanon
a vacation spot
~ like Switzerland
fruity lemon fragrance wafts in this afternoon
tantalizing me are additional smells of homemade bread
Chef Luigi’s homemade Italian spaghetti sauce.
Real Italian, not the fake stuff.
my mouth waters; I wonder how soon until lunch.
Casa Angelina is more than a home away from home.
more than a mere vacation spot; she houses my family.
people who run her, know my name. They like me.
and I love them!
I stare past the lemon trees into the horizon.
my eyes are dazzled by the sparkly diamonds dancing on the bay.
it is a glorious day to be enjoying the Amalfi coastline.
I am a lucky woman. I know this as I begin to write.
Paradise
Parasite
The vacation spot to live
The spot to receive an alien in you
Paradise
Parasite
The sea is beautiful, the air is cool
The alien is inside you eating away
Parasite
Paradise
The alien is, in your brain, controlling you
Love the sounds, Love the Sea, Love the Breeze
EVEREST
pinnacle of insanity
only halfway home
so cold
nerves numb
not a vacation spot
near heaven, but not!
deadmen tucked
into beds of ice and crevices
brain swell while they sleepwalk
zombies rise ever higher
certain to hear trumpets of angels
even the guides are thrown down
steeples are strenuous climbs
8/27/2017
Does spirit know when humans sleep
That immortality awaits,
In Disneyland of human dreams?
Could this be how our spirit schemes ?
Confused by problems of our day,
It reels between nightmare and play.
If so, does spirit ever stop,
Or does it find vacation spot
Where it can find a moment’s rest,
Put its feet up, a pleasured guest?
Perhaps before our dreams intrude
A space exists where life’s not rude.
But this I swear, it is God’s art
That keeps our bricks and mortar whole!
The life and death we’re stuck between
Are constructs just like Halloween,
Our consciousness, our soul our boat,
God’s spirit, soul on which we float.
Long Tooth
April 8, 2016
my name is nothing
i live in fear of everything
i enjoy drinking pickle juice and burning trash
my favorite vacation spot is to myself
my favorite hobby is by myself
what i aspire to be is an example of all that you will not ever do in your lifetime
if you want to connect with me, then just walk on by and say nothing
i promise you, i will understand....
See the Victorian style homes of an earlier day.
There are plenty of them around Cape May.
The sea birds seem to laugh as they fly.
Ubiquitously, they fill the summer sky.
Frolic in the sand and the surf by the sea.
This is the southernmost tip of New Jersey.
Walk along the boardwalks and taste the salt water taffy.
This vacation spot is a place for the whole family.
Spenserian sonnet
To Trundle Beach we turn to find our fun
with fam'ly on vacation ev'ry June.
Relaxing, romping, ready for some sun,
we traipse the trails with youngsters before noon
then nestle down for babys' naptime croon.
We find the time for each of our four boys,
yet treasure time alone, a honeymoon.
It's tough adjusting to the constant noise.
When adolescents share their digi-toys
we feel our age; they show us how to text.
No way we can compete with cyber joys.
We've pondered year by year, "What can come next?"
When June has passed and gone, we beg for rest
with mixed emotions, we leave Trundle blessed.
April 2, 2012
It is the crown jewel of the Pacific Northwest.
As a city, it stands out among the best.
The Space Needle points boldly towards the sky.
Blue skies and green hills are pleasant to the eye.
There are so many fascinating places to see.
The people living there are as friendly as they can be.
While Mt. Rainier stands as majestic as Olympus,
the gods and goddesses seem to smile upon us.
As a vacation spot, it is truly glorious.
I can just hear this city calling out to me.
One day, I will have to return and see.
Once I was rich and now I am poor
This is the reason I am kinda sore
Money I once had and now I do not
Never again will I see my favorite vacation spot
For now I am poor and nothing I own
All of my clothes must be hand sewn
This is all new to me
For rich I once used to be
People I once owned
And now I am condoned
To a life of pity
A life all to sh itty for me
Never again rich shall I be.
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