This book is both a poetry of words and pictures. The idea concerns a daydream of sorts: a “what if” as far as one’s hoped-for reality coming true. In the instance of these poems, a woman dresses consistently sexy and a week in her life is represented in lyric form. She always wears shirts tucked into belted jeans. I have written poems celebrating her persona. Regardless of location, there are many places in the United States where people are generally not putting image in the forefront of their everyday lives. These people do not think about attraction per se. Attraction is the key element here. I am putting so-called surface issues to the forefront of importance. This book is for those who are willing to be entertained by a certain point of view. Enjoy! – Lee
Be The Bear
An attraction to nature sets one into
a moment of convergence with the ideal
Become a match with nature’s entity
Be the bear in American splendor
Hug the little guy in caring thought
with daydreams of celebrity status
“I am the country’s princess!”
Soon, the masses will recognize
meticulous examples of awesomeness
In the meantime, she has her friend
able to console during times of doubt
Be the bear: a new motto
for those soon to act bold
I wonder who will message me?
A surprise awaits my cell-phone gazing
A digital pearl of sorts, perhaps
Did someone spy me at the mall?
Have I been approached by a pedestrian?
All these admirers and not enough time
How can I select whom receives a reply?
Perhaps looking beautiful can be a curse
but I much prefer that when things could be worse.
Give Me A Hug
Give me a hug and don’t be shy
Boys are afraid and I wonder why
There’s nothing sneaky, no hidden charms
Just a positive vibe and open arms
Too many people wonder about lust
without realizing a thing called trust
If you want to avoid me, go to another
then brag to your friends about your mother
I’ll hold out my arms a while longer
My fondness for you grows even stronger
but if you decide I should wait
I’ll retract my offer and you’ll be too late
I wonder how such a thing would be
if a hot looking woman read of me
My book in her hands, eyes scanning each word
Is such a daydream really absurd?
No, I admit… we are all unique
in how we act and how we speak
I can imagine my words attracting
a quite sexy dresser whose clothes are enacting
someone with elegance, grace and style
Such a hope will keep me writing a while
Waking Up On Yet Another Morning
Each day brings its own surprise
or perhaps development is a better word
because one never knows what is in store
for one who expects the unexpected
Her outfit is geared towards colorful adventures
transcending the rest of her family’s trivial ways
She will not succumb to normality’s pressure
opting instead to brighten the room
and, maybe later, color the whole world
What am I waiting for
in this moment and life?
Another conversation with my next door neighbor
about the slowness of growing petunias?
Will the mailman ask about my dogs
as if they are his very best friends?
Is it of no consequence to look rather awesome?
I believe my beauty has purpose
just like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly
My worth will be known and fate will embrace me
I shall sit here not too much longer
The chair will be yours if you want it.
Another Bunch Of Blah Blah Blah
Yes I heard you already ten minutes ago
and how another boyfriend walked out the door
What does it matter to me, shall I ask?
You never invite me to your weekend parties
You keep telling me to switch hair conditioners
Why don’t you bother one of your best friends
Am I the only one you trust with this nonsense?
You must be aware how gorgeous I look
even though you are scared to wear jeans
and shirts not cropped are horrific to you
I guess you choose not to hear about all that
Goodbye and let’s hope you never call again.