She wore nothing but herself;
Her crown was flowing radiant black;
Electrifying was her mind sweet as roses;
And she hears with ears of velvet clovers;
And she sees with the eyes of a cat beams;
And she's naked her vessel skin hue;
Like a flowing water pouring down streams;
Graced in beauty of visaged view;
Carmel is her angles;
She sings amidst the angels;
Birds join in;
Such a beauty a wife for David, Solomon great Kings;
Pure as the color gold, streams the waters whole;
Out of her mouth from down into her belly;
She harvest the rhythms souls;
She wore nothing but herself barely;
Her Father looks at her knowing knowledge so;
And He says who told you were naked?
07/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
CHARACTERISTICS
possessed
stereotypes
evolved
illustrated
diminished
&overshadowed
by
the flamboyant
intense
depictions
independent
blessed
with
contemporary
zeal
a remembered
likeness
visaged
subtly sensuous
flushed
&sentimental
yet
contained
& captivating
a picture
of response
to inventions
alighted upon
stark
& contemplative
adorned
only with
a
solitary
mood
small
&
suave
an aura
of
stillness
reminiscent
in manner
&suffused
in the
constructive
Looks like my grandfather fallen over
Around brown with the sunken Grand
My visaged tan round
My hair recedes like in a sounding wave
As I breathe nostril serenade,
puckered lips
about stuck out like a fish
Textured skin rough dries like an oatmeal
Teary eyes saddened by my brow
Hopeless cheeks of dimples plants face
With a straight glance tears from eyes race
I mirror myself and I laugh am I a baby or lacking an aged old man
elderly high stand
9/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
the phone cord coiled,
attached to the wall —
i can’t reach you.
the hours and hours
we’d spend,
chitchatting
would come to an end.
your humor, your face —
once in a while
visaged
in my mirror...your countenance
mine.
though we’re related
by twin mothers,
i never saw
it, before
you died.
but you shine your light
under my lids —
i can still see you
though our converse
has been carried out.
i miss you so deeply,
affectionately and poignantly.
gratefully cognizant
of your place in Christ.
12/8/2019
Memorial of a Loved One Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
Suffering always clogged my heart
Grim visaged was my soul
Eyes dim, shoulders a heavy laden cart
Never a day rose, that I felt whole
Til an image too close, slashed me awake
I braved the plunge, put this rot on paper
Felt change trickle, not just therapy fake
Now, I gather up my words
Not worrying of form or labour
And let them loose like migrating birds.
Written 20th May 2018 for Broken Wings
Contest: Let Your Pen Drip
Theme: I gather up my words
9th placing
Rhyme AB
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