Running away from dullness
Sneak riding without a helmet
Not caring about state rules
Loving my hair blowing behind me
Traveling west on Route 66
Because it has a lyrical feeling
And it travels through so many states
Wanting to be young one last time
Left my phone at home along with a note
And my pots, pans, and brooms
My husband will not be surprised
He met me on Route 66
On every “I know” there’s a certain “you don’t”
But like lovers, they can't always meet
How they looked for each other in Amarcord
On the opposite sides of a street
Autumn has come, and the withered leaves fly
Falling away from the trees
I know it would be so, but can’t tell you why
Still I’m enchanted by this
When I was young, many autumns ago
To the know-it-all camp I belonged
Which helped me to realise things I do know
Are quite often the same that I don’t
Most complex of metaphors turn out plain
Trivialities flicker with depth
And this sunny day, can it speak of the rain?
As mere life speaks about death
The ghost of Villon could be grinning at me
Through the ages I noticed that smile
But what if I’m him for a while, cause I see
All my knowledge have proven futile
Now I’m 66 – too late to fix
But still a bit early to know
How would the choir sound in the mix
With the trumpet, in time when I go.
Kristie, 66 Tricks
Maybe with Kendall’s or Eric’s?
Feasting with grandkids & Lee?
Teach ‘em piano Fur Elise antics,
At 66 You’re never an “Oldie”,
But on a higher level, perfecting your act,
Polishing the silver Amma selfie,
Once a travel agent always max,
In helping dreamers realize their trapeze,
Juggling solutions, inventing fixes,
Tick Tocks for some can be scary screams,
We wish for Kristie seconds be kisses,
Of approaching joyful dreams!
Chaim or Rusty & Barbara sing Happy Birthday!
Lee Retiree, 66 Remix
Never one to be lazy,
Lee’s energy astonishes,
Clarity hallmark avoids the hazy,
Kristie et. al. he garnishes,
Materials investigator a la Dick Tracy,
Friends, Lee never tarnishes,
Quick stick moves as a Blue Jay,
Loyalty, he harnesses,
Learned from all at Poly,
Save the nobility (Kedusha),
Of the morning (Youthfully),
For some, retiree harshness,
An evening, but we wish Lee’s a dawning Be!
Mazel Tov! Chaim & Barbara
Note: Kedusha is ~ Nobility
Though I served my country with pride,
To my counselor, I have lied.
It’s hard to tell him how I feel.
The fears I have are very real.
It’s so hard for me to explain
Why, now, I live life with disdain.
After the things I’ve seen and done,
I can’t imagine life with fun.
I lose my temper faster, now.
I can’t keep calm; I don’t know how.
I used to be patient and kind.
Anger and fear take over my mind.
Anger wins when push comes to shove.
I take it out on those I love.
I’m afraid what people will think
Once they know that I’m on the brink.
So, with help and medication,
I will truly find salvation.
The path to become me again
Starts with my family and friends.
With help and love to pull me through,
There’s nothing that I can’t do.
I will live life again, someday
To the fullest and in my own way.
He had Captain America
tied to a chair
and he insisted on telling him
how he lost his hair
He was the bellboy to Hitler
and soon became his apprentice
He would learn all the evil ways
and deliver them mementous
He spoke to how he was given
the devilish Red Skull suit
and warned Captain that he should
listen to his negative truth
Cap tried to fight back
but a chemical took his mind
and the Red Skull seemed to triumph
if not for just this time
I stung my glory to Dakar
Where I portray my lovely '66'
Without no more melancholy
I played to save me precious '66' in Dakar
Referred to as a ***** I stood my ground
Blossoming into the heights and
Portraying the ability of unseen peculiarity
I slander no more to the very angels of mortality
Now right at the heart of success I stung again
But this time I stung harder than ever
Paving way for the angels to freeze their visual mortality on my peculiarity
In their devil's box with two horns
I called unto my fellow
To surpass their thoughts
And stand on hills to crave for a trust
In their ***** by building virtues not of bust
In a place called the 'big black'
Let's come together and quench their mortal angel
For we are not mortal like angels
But we have a dignity to stand for
After and while we portray our '77'
The devil's eye box will always play our
Melodious themes for the angels to sing in their solemnity
I will always long to praise my '77'
Though the past has gone to the dust
And the youths know it no more
"I will live to stand my '77' for a greater forever"
My hands are rustic brown;
They've been around a little while;
Sum of 66+ years;
I'm left handed yes I've felt the ruler;
and when things are;
Just as they seem;
Yes! things are vivid as a dream;
I just balance these things;
I am just the sum of the product;
~
Sum of 66+ years;
6/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
bright blue sky with cotton ball clouds guides my road trip
Armed with tapes of folk songs from the seventies
I am uplifted by the scenery and Mama Cass.
Montana land is greening on all sides, proof of April showers
Songs are bursting out of my heart
I am out-singing the professionals!
Many discouraged me from taking this trip;
I felt an obsessive need; no idea where it originated.
Stranger along the highway waves as I fly past him.
I actually slow down and give him a human wave.
I am feeling charitable and generous. Should I give him a ride?
Maybe. I look back. What was his reaction?
He looks resigned. Maybe he needs some uplifting.
And I could use company.
I slam on my brakes and he comes running forward.
He leans in. “Peter Paul and Mary!” He exclaims.
My kind of guy.
The day just got better.
Early season grass,
green, soft and immemorial:-,
a yearly change.
Stealing away during the full moon rise
relaxing, feeling the spirit drifting
starlight kisses land upon weary eyes,
on the garden swing, to the sky, lifting.
Waltzing in the warmth of a springtime breeze.
a lovely sprites harp plays in light restrain
chimes in the trees melodiously please
as soft spring smells now flourishing again.
In the field, oceans of grass gently sway
push me once more and I shall smile with glee
a dream is only a dream gone astray
until your return, I'll wait by this tree.
The loneliness screams from my wanton heart
Rising on the swing as we're far apart.
3/11/2021
Life at a Glance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Clickety-click, Clickety-clicks,
Maggie and Sharon are 66.
Friends forever, there whenever,
It's always fun when they're together.
Tickety-tick, Tickety-tock,
Time to share, no need for a clock.
Happy days roll on and on, there's
Time for a picnic, time for a song.
Clickety-click, Clickety-clack,
Runaway trains never turn back.
They rattle along their rollicking line,
Friendships eternal, always divine.
Clickety-click, Clickety-clunk,
Wine for us both - not that we're drunk!
Gorgeous girls just grew & grew,
Two wonderful women turn 1-3-2.
Robin pp MASAS
-- Maggie & Sharon Appreciation Society
a sizzling moon reigns over
a star speckled sky of onyx
the haunting call of night stirring
a desert storm of neon dreams
toward the vanish point we travel
well into bewitched the twilight hours
launched adventures on the prowl
hovering in flight surreal as it gets
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 1, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Getting to the ending
Without any beginning
Is this practice of meditating
For instance we are in Shivas heart
Wherefrom we never did depart
It is the fructification of being
Without the process of becoming
If yet trapped in lower mind requiring movement
A navigation in time to measure accomplishment
We may rest in stillness with this recognition
That the here & now is conclusion of our meditation
There being nothing that we need to attain
We rest in silence, desires to rest lain
Ensconced in a bliss mist free of stain
28-August-2020
Upon a Time ago, I hunted Love,
And thought, if I could catch it, it would stay.
But fear's hard by upon the catching of –
Love's happiness the debt you have to pay.
And then I thought that flying on wax wings
Was how I might match flight with joking Love
A heart that’s happy ever and always sings
Will raise the flyer to the Sun above
But then, my Courage melted, and I saw
That in Love’s absence, my looks had grown old,
I had no crown, no diamond without flaw
But still, my Heart burned—flawless molten gold
Flowed down from Heav’n and warmed me to the core
And so, Love came, and I chased, never more.
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