The hottest streak of days I've ever known;
Enough rays to heat up both dust and stones.
Heat hangs low beneath the dry clouds.
She smiles and waves continualy and loud.
The nights cool but just a bit.
Much gratitude is offered for it.
Officially, Autumn's just a few days away.
Perhaps she will bring us much cooler days.
Until the next season breaks heated waves,
We'll keep cool and try to be well behaved.
He and his wife lived in a big two-story house
No one ever asked if he was a man or a mouse
Most people thought that he was mean
It's true that he would often let off steam
He was a friend of my dad
when I was just a lad.
But I saw him as my friend
And sat with him now and then
I thought him to be strong and brave.
He often helped us kids to be well behaved.
I remember back then when sunny days were long,
and kids couldn't wait to grow us and leave home.
Much of my leisure time was spent with Mr. Bains
Talked mostly about everyday life and baseball games.
She is a well-behaved girl,
I heard someone tell my mother,
Once.
You were like an old soul,
Another confessed to me
As I was becoming of age.
Not once,
Did another ask, or with concern
“Why was she so quiet?”
No one
Paid attention to my silence,
It became normal to them and normalized by me too.
Why was I so mute? At
the moment, I just felt as if
I was frozen in time.
Like no one would
Listen, or
Care, or
Believe me…
my older dog is a cross between a great Dane and a German shepherd
his neck is massive; I can barely get my arms around it
it probably measures more than my waist
and I am not petite
Buddy is well-behaved
a gentleman dog
thrilled he has found his forever home with us
after some horrible people dumped him
I screamed when I saw him the first time
He has the amber eyes of a wolf
and the largest teeth I have ever seen on a dog
He can chew through tin cans and he does
Dreams are never meant to be true..
But I still wish to be with you
Whenever I close my eyes, this dream arises.
..... In my dreams, I saw you there, beautiful by heart, well-behaved. *your touch ignites a flame that ignites within my heart even after dawn....
. Though the dreams fade fast, your memories reside within my heart.
A gentle whisper that guides me through life's maze. He was the beautiful star in the sky, and I am a watcher..
Admiring him as much as I can before the dawn, as the dream will be gone..
... A BEAUTIFUL DREAM THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE.....
So, the glistening aim noticeably passes by,
So, the dangerous motion formidably goes by,
So, the unknown one remains unknown for the time being,
So, one is ahead of the petty singing.
The one and only is good-natured and well-behaved,
He is favoured and well-blessed.
Though the great Guide is sacrificed, done and dusted,
The honest being is fit, fine, and well-crafted.
The physical existence is going to be dealt with,
The mirrored organizations are going to vote for the myth.
The glass is going to be blurred by its connotations,
The pure man is defined by his situations.
The window is becoming larger day by day,
The commentators are solitary soldiers in their own way.
The perception is becoming blinded,
The light is the only lie that is provided.
Here, the perfect human is the representative of his species,
Here, he has grown up with his lengthy speeches.
Here, he is no longer unknown or unfeasible to catch,
And therefore, he has everything else to match.
Of them I have a few and I will admit this only to you
they are not from here and they are very, very blue
These little one foot creatures are from outer space
they are well behaved and have the cutest face.
I named one Volcano because of his cyborg strength,
though he talks in monosyllables he also talks at length !
Then there is Jukebox, he loves to sing at night
he can hit an octave but he isn't very bright.
Out of all my little friends my favorite one is Hue,
he's a Venutian little chatterbox and he isn't all that blue
He smiles so much that it gives him gas,
but I like him cuz he always makes me laugh,
and knows just what to do.
I'm a sinner
A broken, imperfect sinner
I try to do good
I try to do whats right
But the world around me
It makes things difficult
I get angry when things do go right
I have bent up jealousy
I have mood swings
I want God to help me
I want God to be happy with me
But, how can I?
How can I do good for God
When I have to be perfect
Perfect and well behaved
One day a little puppy
Arrived at my door
Playfully jumping around
He slipped on the floor
Dark brown eyes scanning above
Curious about all kinds of smells
When I tried to pick up
On my arms his paws fells
When I looked into his eyes
Reflecting my image, an awestruck girl
I realised at that moment
He is going to bring chaos and happiness in my life
Those padded paws, those innocent eyes,
Hiding mysteries far behind
He gave me a meeting gift
Quite foul smelling
Deciding my role for all his life
I became his human,free to bite
"Oh! So well behaved."
"Yes he is."
I replied because only I knew how much of a charmer he is outside
Has there been any relief to the heat where you live? - Speaks Volumes
W'en it is raining here
It brings so much joy
First raindrops vanish
Into the parched earth
Young bird wonders
At the gentle shower
This is her first rain ever.
Stag party of the Sun
Is over now, a young
Flower girl has thrown
A gentle shower down
I hear dearest bride, Rain,
Laughing with her friends
Somewhere in the ocean
I wait, we all wait
For her to arrive
With her longest train
It is worth the wait
To watch the now shy,
Well - behaved groom smile.
W'en, rain is joy here, we all smile.
Dainty toad girlie gave a cha-cha-cha
Her dress was lacy, and her lashes were tah-dah
You have so much lace! Said her potential mother-in-law
She was persnickety though, this mother of Thaw.
Thaw had been chasing the dainty bullfrog around the bog.
She did not want to disrespect him, but he was a crazy frog.
I have promised myself to Cedric, a well-behaved toad.
He has the best manners, and his feet are spotted with gold.
I could carry you off, threatened the bullfrog to toadie girl.
But his mother stopped him right there and gave his ear a whirl.
You will not disrespect women, even if they are faeries or toads.
The rest of us were glad he had a mama like Mamie Bullfrog Olds.
Milly and Her Teddy Bear
There is a girl with bright blue hair
Who has a much loved teddy bear
He is her best friend in the world
In his arms she is oft times curled.
Her pretty name is Milly Mae
Milly and teddy play all day
He listens to her hopes and dreams
And her most adventurous schemes.
The hair is just a wig for sure
An aspect of dress-up allure
Milly is who she cares to be
A character from a story.
Teddy watches over role plays
Milly he does support always
To teddy she's a super star
As sweet as honey in a jar.
Sometimes they laugh, it’s such a scream
That teddy almost splits his seams
At times they cry when things are sad
That brings cuddles from mom and dad.
Milly is just four years of age
A polite girl who’s well behaved
She always says please and thank you
The way that she’s been taught to do.
1st November 2022
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Well behaved women rarely make history, he said.
I wondered who had hit this guy bam in the head.
This is something women say, but we rarely hear it from a man.
I am an artist and a poet, he explained as only a creative being can.
So, you are urging women to live their truth, to dance and sing?
I urge them to jump around, whirl, twirl, and let their ideas fling.
I was more impressed with each word this guy utilized that day.
Glad to finally find out that he had daughters, all born in the month of May.
Gemini loves playing. She likes being the odd man out.
Gemini wants to toot a horn, to let her words out in a shout.
Gemini is not socialized and never wants to ever be.
Are your daughters Gemini? I asked. Don’t know, he said. Beats me!
Prince George is there at Wimbledon,
Between his folks, first row.
They’re sitting in the Royal Box
With hours left to go.
In suit and tie, though 8 years old,
He’s very well behaved,
Remaining quite expressionless
While both his parents waved.
I’m watching from the living room,
My grandson, 8, close by.
He paid attention for a while
In shorts and tee (no tie).
He’s playing chess with Grandpa now
But asks me for the score.
Unlike Prince George, he can admit
The game (to him’s) a bore.
I gather it the sparks that become the flames;
Arise above those calling me names;
I seek no disclosures, no fortune, no fame;
Money Burns. It's on fire. It's a flame;
I'm God's son, and I'm born;
- first again, like Popeye, I am what I am;
That's that all that I am;
I am a child of a king;
I rule that I am;
I stand unopposed in sharing my heart;
My heart is beating bled; running runs red;
Denominational Creed instantly fed;
I am not a spiritual dead;
I am not ungrateful yet slew;
It's more of God I crave;
It's more God I am well behaved;
In the light of my heart ablaze;
I am on fire. I'm alert burnt my sins;
Burning away;
As I fly away;
The dragon exists slain;
I recruit my blessings I stand;
Fast in Jesus' mighty name;
5/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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