Before the day turned into night
when morning dawn seemed clear and bright.
Before, the taste of spent cordite
lingered around one more bomb site.
We sang of love, no war, but peace
why should we fight Vietnamese;
it was just but summer’s caprice;
for we were watched; secret police.
We hate your God! We hate yours, too!
I hate you’re green. I hate you’re blue,
I said it first. Well, go f**k you!
We’ll send a gift, b52!
Before we took our hardline stance
did we ever give peace a chance?
Categories:
69, war,
Form: Quatorzain
In 48 hours B 69
birth N a sign
of the light
Born in
the heavens bright
energies light
from the heavens
through the birth canal
birth Gods child
B 69
on January 21 2024
I am a son of the most high God
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
69, age, birth, dedication, destiny,
Form: Bio
Money that stores our working hours
Free from the theft of looting powers
Children happy - living carefree
This is the future I want to see
Safe, protected property rights
Long term planning in our sights
A country we don’t have to flee
This is the future I want to see
Honest leaders who give a care
Willing to serve, without fanfare
Living humbly like you and me
This is the future I want to see
Holding value for decades hence
Simply saving with common sense
Speaking boldly - living free
This is the future I want to see
Abundance flowing everywhere
Because the money’s true and rare
Bitcoin’s the answer, Bitcoin’s the key
To build this future we want to see
Categories:
69, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
On that fateful morning,
I saw the flames so high.
They were so strong,
They seem to reach the sky.
All i could do was hope,
That everyone was safe.
When i saw it on the news,
I knew it wasn't the case.
One womans life was lost
Someone i called a friend.
We all watched in horror
Hoping that was the end.
As the days had passed,
Fire trucks were still around.
Then 6 days later,
Another body they had found.
That fire took my nephew.,
I was filled with grief.
That his life was taken,
Is something i cant believe.
That house is no longer there,
A pile of rubble is what remans.
Because of that fateful morning
Our lives are forever changed.
TWO LIVES LOST
MANY HEARTS BROKEN.
Categories:
69, death, fire, grief,
Form: Rhyme
New poem..by Slode.....
Xtra Special Fool 69
I was just a little guy
But was calculated
I could rip off the charm
Rip off the charm
Right from your mom
Never caring who conspired
The laugh at the end
As hard as diamonds
The last moment of the day
Sure got a cold bed
The last moment of the day
It's the only way to keep your head
Can anyone bring you down
Sure got a heartache
Paradise lost
On the vein of your tongue
Categories:
69, chocolate, flying, presidents day,
Form: Free verse
Catch 22 was fiction
Appealing to a humour like mine
But there was nothing very funny
About Section 69.
The army ran on regulations.
Obey them and you'd be fine
But, beware of that ubiquitous
Queens Regs Section 69.
Devised for situations
Where no others would fit
It took daring luck and skill
To wriggle out from under it.
If they wanted to get you
And couldn't find a way
Section 69
Was brought into play.
Conduct Detrimental,
Which was never defined,
Conduct Unbecoming,
All under Section 69.
A face that didn't fit,
A body deemed too tall,
It didn't really matter
69 covered all.
Two left feet,
A big hairy nose,
Sticky out big ears,
Yes it covered all those.
Every single squaddie
At sometime would meet
That fanatic disciplinarian
With his blank charge sheet.
The only defence really
Was to outrageously lie
if the CO was in good mood
It might just get you by.
So many situations
That were hard to define
But in the end there was always
Good old Section 69.
Catch 22 was fiction
Appealing to a humour like mine
But there was nothing very funny
About Section 69.
Categories:
69, confusion, crazy, humor, irony,
Form: Rhyme
There are people from all walks of life who do good.
There are people from all walks of life who do bad.
We all have the potential to do what we should.
We need to get back the innocence we once had.
Just because we have the potential to harm,
Doesn’t mean that each and every one of us will.
It’s not like we have, inside our head, an alarm
That suddenly wakes up a desire to kill.
It’s not human nature to hurt because we can.
We’re all very innocent on the day we’re born.
And though some were taught hatred when their life began,
That didn’t mean that their whole future was forewarned.
We all have the ability to do what’s right
No matter what we have seen, heard, or what we’re taught.
Though evil may come in the darkness of the night,
We have the choice to ignore any evil thought.
Categories:
69, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Caressing 'Lucille'
'Three O'Clock' in the morning
'Why I Sing The Blues'
I 'Worry, Worry, Worry'
'Darlin You Know I Love You'
Categories:
69, appreciation, black african american,
Form: Tanka
A mystic was thrilled with the notion
That she could create a love potion
She tried sixty-nine
And all were benign
But her pot got loads of devotion
Categories:
69, love,
Form: Limerick
I remember, do you,
age appropriate for two
grandparents like you,
when sixty-nine
was a thing that you do
when you're hot twenty-and-a-few
too many.
I remember, do you,
grandmother's party at the zoo,
Happy SixtyNine on her cake
smelled and spelled like "Mistake",
Happy BodyDay to you two,
each doing who,
sweet memories
too.
Categories:
69, age, birthday, grandparents, health,
Form: Lyric
Rain repeates,
turning grasses further:-,
through seasons.
Categories:
69, environment,
Form: Haiku
The African strain is a fact
But for Trump, that's far too abstract
Although looking pained
Ivanka explained,
"Its like an Afro dizzy act!"
Categories:
69, humor, word play,
Form: Limerick
In Adoration, I look up at Thee
And find myself enmirrored in your heart
There is no Other Love that I can see
So clearly – of your Truth I am a part!
Serenely, from the apex of the world,
You, Beatrice-like, do incline your head,
With Holy Spirit wind fill sails unfurled
And lift my shattered body from my bed.
You ride beside me, we bestride the wind,
And search for souls to rescue from themselves
We care not whether they have grievely sinned,
Nor how deep into darkness they have delved
We’ll unto them extend a Mercy Rope
And draw them nigh unto their first, best hope.
Categories:
69, joy, true love, uplifting,
Form: Sonnet
Woodstock ‘69
At first they said we couldn’t;
And then they found they couldn’t stop us now.
We came together as one people.
The smoke we blew, flew up and made the clouds.
They said it wouldn’t happen,
But the happening is louder than one sound.
With peace and love we could be happy;
Try as they might to bring us down.
There stands a sea of people.
The band on stage, the force behind the hand.
We come in peace, so peaceful.
We crash wherever, sleeping on the land.
The voices spread like a virus.
Chinese whispers write a novel of romance.
They couldn’t understand what lives inside us.
Now they see, we only came to sing and dance.
Love is all you need, to truly love your life, man!
The concert is a sell-out.
The tickets all say free; it’s no more plans.
Just flowing with the motion, taking all we have.
The rain came down and some said, that was the end of that.
Up rose a half a million peace signs.
The food is free; the peace is in your hands.
This thing that they called Woodstock,
Grew bigger than you…and I’m a hippy man.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
69, adventure, appreciation, history, love,
Form: I do not know?
Lake Alma Hills
(near Weyburn, Saskatchewan, 1969
People are born here
And people die
Some live scarcely more
Than a shadow existence
Mere
Specters
Tossed about
In the speechless wind
And sand that
Sweeps across
The uneasy and lonely
Beauty
Of
Lake Alma hills
Categories:
69, angst, birth, death, imagery,
Form: Imagism
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