The observers quietly express disapproval, stating, “There is no appreciation! What a disappointment! What a squander!” They observe a lamentable representation of a man, specifically an island man. The pastor solemnly affirmed, “Amen.” Furthermore, my daughter sorrowfully remarked, “Oh no, there goes my father; dear Lord, not again.”
I perceived the presence of despair in the haunted expression of the individual. The fractures in the aging brick wall emit a mournful melody. He stands near the altar; another individual lost to folly. This is the same man who, merely six months prior, declared, “I do.”
This occasion resembles either a wedding or a funeral—a bleak evening. The middle-aged groom, a rather foolish figure, shows a decline in love as affection is obscured by deception.
Sometimes the weight of need,
Is just to close my full eyes,
to sit still, outside the storm!
And be washed in secret silence.
she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down
she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
Oud— your signature musk I remember.
Warmth and grounded, tame and woody,
Steep memories of wishes I'll never gather—
Cold cruel sillage, bright woodland, yours.
If— I adorn your musk I dismember.
Heavy and cold, wild and leaded,
Cruel words define the sins you waver
Bright stinging scent, damp crumbled, yours.
I never asked to adorn the scent of your sins
Yet, I got a dream— it wasn't what I wanted.
— Tears, sobbing, salty and heavy.
Low, evil— distinctly you
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.
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