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Dressed In Beautiful White Pale Lace

by

Lester Dean Bailey

Dressed in beauty, white,
I know that you're not here tonight,
Yet still, to you I cling.
I miss you darling, sweet delight,
Nothing, ever, will be right,
Again.

Dressed in beauty, pale,
Gaze upon your face, so frail,
See love, a simple thing.
Alone I cry, to no avail,
On granite silverstone, I wail,
Again.

Dressed in beauty, lace,
Resting high upon that place,
Where mighty angels sing.
Save for me a little space,
Then i'll come to see your face,
Again.


As Long As I Have You

by

Lester Dean Bailey

I love the rain, and things as they are,
Always on the go, but not going far.
A happy face,
A sad face,
An ever changing rapid pace.
Yet even so, as I sit here and stare into the night,
I'll wake up in the morning and i'll see the dazzling light.
Everything has changed again, but maybe that's alright.
What's meant to be, will be you see, or so i've heard it said,
As time passes and I pause, to contemplace with dread,
The night and day have come and gone and I am left instead,
With thoughts and fears,
To pass the years, and
See the changes through.
Oh I can handle all of it, as long as I have you.


Sunrise

by

Lester Dean Bailey

Embrace me, light of the morn.

As I behold the dawn,
Your brilliance bursts forth,
Unyielding.

You look down on me,
'til dusk will fold your arms.

Then sleep,
While shadows waver, and
Tomorrow,

be reborn.


Pregnant Angel Legend of Mount Olivett

by

Lester Dean Bailey

Upon the hill, Mount Olivett, a
Legend, now it wanes, of
Sculpted marble beauty, yet the
Statue still remains.
Beneath the shade, entombed to stand,
Enshrined by stained glass portals,
No wedding band, three pills in hand, a
Taste of death to mortals.
Raised, you wings are lifted up, as if to
Soar to heights, and on the
Floor the deadly cup, of which this
Poet cites. A
Single tear, as gazing low,
Slips silent down your face,
Matters not the cold winds blow, a
Melancholy place.
No one comes to see you now, they've
Chained and locked the door.
R I P is scripted,
Rest in peace forevermore.


Pregnant Angel Legend of Mount Olivett

by

Lester Dean Bailey

Upon the hill, Mount Olivett, a
Legend, now it wanes, of
Sculpted marble beauty, yet the
Statue still remains.
Beneath the shade, entombed to stand,
Enshrined by stained glass portals.
No wedding band, three pills in hand, a
Taste of death to mortals.
Raised, your wings are lifted up, as if to
Soar to heights, and on the
Floor, the deadly cup, of which this
Poet cites. A
Single tear, as gazing low,
Slips silent down your face,
Matters not the cold winds blow, a
Melancholy place.
No one comes to see you now, they've
Chained and locked the door.
R I P is scripted,
Rest in peace forevermore.


Bubba's Macho Love Sage Poem For Men Only, Oh Yeah!

by

Lester Dean Bailey

The story's true, i'm 'bout to tell, 'cause I ain't never lied.
It's all 'bout love, absolutely, and macho manly pride.
Hey! Macho love means many things, a river deep as wide.
I'm wading in the shallow shores, where all the women hide.
I'd like to think that love is grand, forever to abide,
However, I just fool myself, it's such a bumpy ride.
I'd told her that i'd be her man, to that she then replied.
Would you get lost, you brainless bore, i'll have to stem this tide.
This takes a real man back a step, I took two up in stride.
Ain't much this gal knew 'bout love, but maybe it's implied.
Maybe i'll just read a book, and let it be my guide, and
Then when I am through with it, its lessons be applied. Or,
Maybe i'll just ask a friend, in whom I can confide,
He'll give me all the answers, to the questions I provide.
Advice is like a salmon cake, don't eat it 'til it's fried.
I know this 'cause I ate one once, and damn near almost died.
Well, Prob'ly need to kick back now, relax be resupplied, and have "my new gal" bring to me, "another beer I cried".
The best of luck to all of you, that's looking for a bride,
Might be that there's a moral here, but i'll let you decide.


Pregnant Angel, Legend of Mount Olivett Cemetery

by

Lester Dean Bailey

Secluded nether world, hiding in repose, the
Likeness of a rosebud to the petals of a rose.
Atop the hill Mount Olivett, a cryptic legend wanes, of
Sculpted marble beauty, where the statue yet remains.
Massive granite silver-stone, an entrance bronze die-cast,
Shrouded this enigma, opened doors reveal the past. I
Speak not of the story for the vision does this well,
Born upon a countenance, ethereal and pale. Beneath the
Shade, entombed to stand, enshrined by stained glass portals,
Proffered with indifference here, a taste of death to mortals.
Raised, your wings are lifted up, as if to soar to heights, and
On the floor, in death the cup, of which this poet writes.
Long, the flowing raveletted alabaster hair,
Scantly covers motherhoods expression, plainly bare.
Touches with a slender hand, the statement of her fear,
Extends three pills the other one, of lethal purpose clear. A
Single tear, as gazing low, slips silent down your face,
Matters not the cold winds blow, a melancholy place. A
Tomb is built for honoring, it cannot set you free,
Destined, you are here to stay and serve a memory.
Frozen there, forever still, unchanged this work of art, an
Image in perfection, it depicts a broken heart.
No one comes to see you now, forgotten is the lore,
Above the chamber scripted, rest in peace forevermore.

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Makin' A Livin'

by

Lester Dean Bailey

Hummm, makin' a livins' been easy for me,
I live in the projects i'm all I can be.
You may not believe this but it ain't no joke,
I live like a king and i've never been broke.
I drive a big caddie and sit on my ass,
Beggin' for money to fill it with gas.
I don't want a job 'cause i'll lose all my perks,
Hey I know the system and how it all works.
Like I got my foodstamps and man what a deal
The government pays the utilities bill.
To the clinics I go to build up my stash,
Then sell all them pills that they give me for cash.
Sometimes when i'm lazy or just in the mood,
I make up some signs that say "i'll work for food",
Then when you read it I know you'll take pity
I laugh to myself, I add to my kitty.
Whenever i'm desperate, stuck in the mud,
You know I can always just give up some blood.
While others believe this with all of their heart
Or say that i'm kiddin''bout all or just part,
Well, makin' a livin' been easy for me,
I love this here country, "the land of the free".