She wore a caramel covering;
Her heart beats as a little one;
A jovial girl, lovingly cared for;
A mother's joy, a father's girl
Be that portion subject to trauma;
Yet still be a Holy Daughter;
A Daughter of a Holy God;
She is formidable:
She is a righteousness of a almighty God:
Selected Carmel Sister;
She wore a caramel covering which is her skin
9/17/25/
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
in the sixties we girls wore our hair like poodles
teased it up in a poofy way curled and high
stuck a small velvet bow right in front
two inches above our noses
and thought we looked rather posh
not understanding we looked like fancy poodles
Boldly colored days each Fall give hope
that a new beginning; a new season
will ease his sorrows and help him cope
with her absence, but he longs for a reason.
Life meant nothing. Often, people queried
his state of mind and wished him the best.
He always looked gaunt and rather wearied.
With his wife's whereabouts, he was obsessed.
Daily, Edward felt grief heighten inside
his heart, wondering how he could've been blind,
and why in him she felt she couldn't confide.
Never, to his beloved had he ever been unkind.
Lurid, mysterious notes only provided quandaries
that left him more confused than he was before.
He'd never suspected there had been boundaries
between them. The look of remorse he sadly wore.
Two diverse paths lay,
The rough path tell the tales
Tales of what lays ahead
The smooth path tells no tales
Both lead to same destination
Our choice stared at us
The heart seeks honour
Rough path they thread
Their desire, they must not faint
The cheers of their leader,
Echoes through the lonely path
The smooth path, leader thread,
In honor, loyalty stand.
“Aye, my enemy smirk”, leader scream,
Strike down my foe, restore my name,
Bang! Bang! They strike,
In loyalty, they raise their blades,
Not at foes, but strangers fate forbade,
Children waits endlessly, stares at the stars,
For the one that promised forever.
“Aye, my enemy mocks me”, leader screams,
Strike down my foe - your honor to have,
Bang! Bang! They strike again,
Leader path lies Fortress veil,
Kin merry heart content
Loyalty forbade question
In loyalty, they loose it all
There it hung, quietly trembling
a cross etched above her heart
a man crucified in ink
on skin the world had judged.
My desire blurred the sacred
fingers brushed past holy lines
the cross shifting under motion
as if faith itself sighed.
She whispered, “Slow down, boy
this isn't a race to win
you're not here to conquer,
just to feel without shame.”
And in that moment, something broke
not lust, but my assumptions.
She wore a cross
and carried more grace than I did.
Not all devils wear horns.
Not all saints live in temples.
Some carry God
in the most unexpected places.
.
'bout that fjord in
norway
that naiad
frolic'n 'bout it
who caused mine brief
lure
into thuh forest
tuh think i
jejune
regard wet
raiment
'twere
thuh fairy tale
yup
I mean
yeah it were
"she
lurrred me
with sweet redolence
and
wet linen"
thuh readz
tale
in all candor
She donned a pair of Tory Burch with a feigned smile.
She dressed the part, trying to show a bit of style.
But there was no sunshine on this cloudy day.
The weather suggested she had no need for shades, but she wore them anyway
She wore them to conceal the aftermath of her lover's recent wrath.
To cover all the pain and anguish that had crossed her path.
On days when the sun was splendent, she felt justified in wearing her dainty disguise.
'Cause she knew of a darkness that lingered within, and that truth could be seen through the eyes.
Darkness emerged from a creepy black shadow,
Bringing along silence with its spooky loads,
If not for the scary croaks of flirting toads,
The loud silence would have begged to have a foe.
As the night sky unfolded its sombre frowns,
Towering trees loomed, casting an eerie light.
The silhouettes of their branches, a haunting sight,
In that gloom, even nothing wore ghostly crowns.
12th October, 2024
Shelly always wore big boots when she walked pink bear
He left his mark hither, yon, over here and under there
His piles were huge, and gooey, and warm and smelly too.
She never cleaned up the mess, when they were through.
A woman wore a see-through dress,
Her silhouette, a soft caress.
She walked with grace, a whispered breeze,
Through moonlit nights, beneath the trees.
Her gown, a veil of dreams and light,
Embracing shadows of the night.
With every step, the stars would gleam,
As if she danced within a dream.
Her eyes, a secret, deep and wide,
Held stories oceans couldn't hide.
Each thread, a tale, each lace, a rhyme,
Of endless love and stolen time.
The world stood still, in awe and hush,
The moonlight painted her a blush.
She wove her way through dusk's embrace,
A vision wrapped in fragile lace.
No word was spoken, none could dare,
To break the spell that lingered there.
A woman in a see-through dress,
A world of beauty, nothing less.
Before the day turned into night,
I had made sure I dressed up right,
Wore leather-loose and suede shoes tight,
Then, drove my Benz down strips of light.
It is Vegas, not like those towns,
Get to basics, unlike those clowns,
And place those big bets slam 'um downs,
All my aces beat all those crowns.
I went from GO and passed by jail,
All my doe in a golden pail,
I went from fish right to a whale,
A penthouse suite my holy grail.
I paid my debts, I'm free and clear,
Live righteous, happy, and sincere.
The dog wore a rainbow bandana
A feral cat hissed at it
Birds bullied each other at the feeder
A hawk in the shadows
Rats scurried through the alleys
Of both the rich and poor
(garbage is garbage)
Children waited for the school bus
Breakfast waited for them
An old woman collected “recyclable” cans
(a homeless entrepreneur)
I wondered
“do politicians ever look out the window?
I was a paramedic for many years until a work injury put a stop to things and so this is a poem reflecting on my career
my blood was pouring into him
while his blood stuck
my feet to the floor
a floor vibrating over wheels
screeching corners with road signs
flickering lights, shouting back at us
how we disturbed sleep
this night of every night
this shift of every shift
there's something about
metal and bone
how artistic, exquisite,
we shared our mettle
and our blood back then
my ambulance was theirs too
to late you can't skate
you didn't make the team
sorry better luck next time
don't get mad at me
scored high on your
figure eight
but the night is over
put up your skates
too late you can't skate
the parties over
to late you can't skate
grab your skates and go on
we're open in the moring
ah quater to ten
but the night is over
I said with a grin
too late you can't skate
come back tommorrow
go home and practice
work on your form
do some caligentnic
it's to late to skate
the night has ended
to late you can't skate
the night is gone
Inspiring pond and lake monitoring technology.
a sensor to monitor the
freeze and frozen conditions
of ponds lake creeks and
streams.
Loretta was wearing a bikini with polka dots that dazzled.
We were loving her attitude, it was wild, sweet and razzled.
Many were fearful for she had more confident than most.
I liked her a lot when I realized she was my henhouse host.
She played Beach boy’s music, and you know it’s always right.
She was dancing with joyful steps, all the day into the night.
She is really something said the rooster who lived next door.
I knew it was because of the teensy bikini that she wore.
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