Lydia Poems - Poems about Lydia

Lydia in Asian Games Running wild in Southeast Flying with burning flames Pride from the East....

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poem forth coming video now??? "Purple Lydia" 8/1/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Can marrying Lydia Be a good idea Or one to shrug off And from her keep off? Lydia would men ride In her Giant Pride; Not blinking her eyes Drop them chosen lies: “From parched lands heard ‘squelch’; Beer drinkers don’t belch!” Is shunning Lydia A Male Coward’s fear? Her eyes on India Like it should be “Now!” She a sacred cow; You to not ask “Why?” For she shall still...

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When Lydia and I resolved to climb that apple tree - it was over. Childhood slipped away, not all at once, it took a few moments, but when her long bare legs arched over my eyes, when her skirt swung over my head to gain the highest branch, it was over, I knew it and she knew it.<>...

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With a false embrace and smile I brought you close to my heart With false fetters I deceitfully bind Your sweet emotions and mine Oh! Lovely lady Lydia Oblivious of the devil you ride This serpent has no apples to give This love is only an illusional Eden I’m only after the breast of the milk And after the honey between thighs I seek...

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Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've waited years for an answer and certainly won't give up now, you can be kinder than you've ever been: I've struggled through the hardest of times: feel sorry for me, don't let rejection grow, no man should be on his knees as I've been! Nobody looks at you more than I do, nobody admires you...

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My Lydia, my Lydia, You undoubtedly have contracted chlamydia. During one of your sex-capades, In a beloved city, somewhere in Syria, or India, Or presumably from the talented guy, You willingly met at the cafeteria in Nigeria. maybe it was the Presbyterian at the meridian? Oh My Lydia, my Lydia, you say its just trivia Remember Olivia...

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Lydia had a fantastical mind that loved summer breezes She loved filling it up with pirates, dragons and daring deeds Just give me a stack of books and a meadow, she would say. Gone all day, entertaining herself, enjoying her adventures. She loved the sound of the grass gently moved by the wind. She adored the birds who cheered...

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She is very slender and her eyes are brown. Her hair is lovely, long and dark. Sometimes she wears colors in her hair or paints her nails. When I visit at her house, she often scurries away to be with her own little visiting girlfriends. Not too interested in Grandma any more, she is eleven going on twelve. Sometimes she comes with...

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Beautiful it is A fall that will always flow Till the end of time...

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Tears well from my eyes as I remember you today Happy tears, I feel so deeply on the surface of my cheeks Since the gravitational force of the universe is what brings the water to the earth I miss you already but hardly know you I know all of your friends though Tears fall from my eyes softly Like the...

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I first thought it just an old purse, hand-tooled- child sized- with braided leather strap and aged patina- purchased in an antique shop to hang on a wall or place on a shelf. But something unexpected came with the purse, it seems to have an id- that draws and imparts deep melancholy- that speaks to me over the years- of...

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He’s new to this district And found us in prayer All down by the river Our burdens to share. We women were needy We women were dry We women were hopeful That God would come by. And fresh from the harbour There came this strange man Who, serving one Jesus, Extolled a new Plan Where wrongs were forgiven Where mercy held sway Where lives were transported From night into Day. We clung to his...

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Her freckled face and long hair are caressed by a gold sun; Lydia loves springtime, her adventurous spirit breathes joy, and it seeks scented flowers awakened by the saffron dawn... as she sings and plays a blue electric guitar praising His glory! At noon she wears an amber hat which keeps off all sunrays, and smiling...

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