A PLAYER
Booked for a film for one day.
I rehearse my line and wait until the
crew is ready for me.
It’s a cold night shoot, but the hot
spotlights flood the set with
achievement and attainment.
I perform. Hot and sweaty. I derig.
I exit, never seeing the crew again.
The rest of the night is waiting for
me ; the night is young and the city
is new.
To celebrate, I go to a night club.
Make out with a man twice my age
and half my talent. I perform again.
I cast aside the desperate man.
I book a twink who takes me to his
place. I derig. I perform again.
Hot and sweaty for the second
time tonight. I exit, never seeing the
twink again.
The joys of being a player….
Misusing jargon and
confusing complex words
he became Dabber of idious
right before my face
his voice and online
presence
made him more exceptable to my
belottlings.
Saying I spoke such when I didn't
was fair game in such exchanges as I collected his words
to make him spectacle among his friends.
then might the words be spoken
to ruin what had been said as
queit and strong a type
of presence that ladies loved
and woman adorned.
When he began to speak I found
him vulerable to beleifs and superstitions.
Having music in the background often made it worst
as he then was a charcter
for folk to make a specticle of.
The Vindictive Con-Artistry Of
The Warmth Of Conviction.
What A Slow And
Penetrating Loneliness.
Isolated In
Wishless Retribution.
Helplessness
Exploited.
Representing.
Unique.
Wordlessness.
Sympathy's Conspiring Pride...
...arama.
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
I prefer viynal to CD
Cover art work and sleeve
A sides and B
Sit down and listen
Get up again, turn over
Sit down and listen again.
And listen again.
And here comes a poetry machine
No, no, no – It’s not AI, so boring, so humdrum
You’re familiar with ‘player pianos,’ I know
Well, this contrivance is a ‘poetry player,’ so much fun
Turn it on, and it cranks out poems that are songs
So much fun – There’s no right or wrong
Sing along to your heart’s content, so much fun
unlike AI, so boring, so humdrum
woe to me, an instrument without its player,
who shall pull the bow across my strings?
The gale arrives, a stealthy player,
drawing harmony from my dusty strings.
She comes, she goes;
and with her, the world’s rhythm flows.
Too player baby
I love to smile at the moon
Don't hate on my joy
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I'm so in love with you
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_______Disclaimer________
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"She told me remeber that time
when you were having problems
I wanted to tell you what it was
I didn't cause I thought you'd
fall in love with me and wouldn't
leave me alone. It aint you or us it's
me< I don't want a love affair that
fizzles and fades. Love true love
last forever and a day."
Written by" The Soprano
who was interrupting for the
Contralto.
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reminder
It aint Love until she
responds to your forwardings
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YES / NO
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it's not what i paid for
kind of blue spangalang
but the doctor was in good spirits
and told me he wasn't to know how rubbish
the radiologist was
as he laughed at my ultrasound
and asked my children if they're playing with slime
arco lounge toast
is there marmite on my face?
and drinking beer in the family stand at the cricket
"it's non-alcoholic pal."
"is it?" asks the member of staff
and the bloke in the urinal next to me
leans on the wall, yelling "come on!"
really profound stuff
give me a licorice stick
and you'll witness my jazz face
Not caring leads to more not caring
and leads to even less caring.
It’s a slippery downhill slope
that gets you nowhere fast.
So get a grip. Stand tall.
Kick it up a notch
and quickly veer off that
self-destructive ramp.
AP: 1st place 2025
You know you've hit rock bottom for sure
when you find your track
in a used record store
under a stack at the very back
of the ten pee CD rack
(does anyone buy them anymore?)
and you know you've hit the all-time low
it's a sure bet
when you don't see your song
in any list at all
on the worldwide internet
rock bottom don't get lower than that
from up to down at the drop of a hat
better to be a has-been a player in the game
than a never-was because
they may have been the best of times
and tho' memories will last
I won't spend the rest of my days
living in the past
Player or Be Played
Should there only be two options?
Can’t there be an in-between?
An in-between where they are there
for Each Other.
An in-between where they
choose Each Other.
An in-between where they
know Each Other.
An in-between where they can
respect Each Other.
An in-between where any problem can be solved
with Each Other.
The perfect one becomes perfect when you show up.
perfect for Each Other,
not alone.
Running back
Do running back do?
Ha! I Caught ball
Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait
To catch me yet
Ball caught, clutch against my chest
I run the ball a brisk running back receive,
Handoffs from run the ball.
Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can
I runnin to ya… running back
2/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dedicated verse to Calvin D. Jones
former Nebraska Football player
Super Bowl Champion for Green Bay Packers
Omaha Beef Football player
I watched one thousand waves crash on the shore
Echoing, howling, there is so much more
I watched one thousand trees sway East to West
I had fallen beneath them after doing my best
I could still hear the bird calling, from where I said goodbye
The bear on the mountain couldn't find me and wondered why
There's so much to do, so many worries, no time to cry
There's too much to look for when feeling lost, but I try
A Daisy used to be enough to bring a smile
And the frosted snow covered tree tops carried me a mile
Shining in a glory from a hilltop that was mine
To lose where I was grounded, I'm still trying to be fine
For now, I'm just a wanderer, missing home and what I had
Tossing smiles around, but admitting that I'm sad
From moving water, to shining trees, all across the land
I continue marching, like a single player band
Heidi Sands
12/22/24
(C)opyright
With a cunning eye he checked
Strategizing wildly as he approached
Calculating and shrewd
With a razor sharp focus he raced
While all he blocked
And with a powerful kick
Made history with the magnificent winning goal!
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