Instead of acting like you’re in mourning
With a smiling face, just say good morning
Instead of walking around with a frown
Just be happy without being a clown
Kids don’t need for your tales to be gory
Why not share with them, a funny story
No need to go on about your ex-wife
Say something humorous about your life
To break the ice so that others will laugh
This morning, I woke up, clothed in the bath
Sometimes the matrix
Just doesn't add up
In array of symbols numbers expressions
Arranged intercession
Cluttered dissentions
Transformable equations
Pivot directions
Mind playing vivid tricks
In an array of majestic book club
Addiction unto Netflix
Just doesn't add up?
What's a person to do?
When 1+1+1 is you!?
7/30/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I try and try to read long poems
But then I find if it carries on
I daydream or lose focus
A.D.D. does hocus-pocus
I try and try to stick to a plan
But find myself wondering and
Traveling roads less than ideal
Who’s to know if it’s worth thrill
I try and try to use my muse
But in time I become her fool
For she leaves me in a block
My writing has been ruined stopped
You can tell this when you read
My words lack a certain quality
And it like a babbling baby blurts
Drooling in ink on paper as works
I suppose I still find peace
Even in mundane writing
I hope to write something great
To make a difference in a literary way
Whence didst craft stopped the Winds of War,
and bring forth peace, forevermore.
Exact it is a slumber hence,
awaken sorts some recompense,
weary minds do not ask for more.
Sub base, Washington, in Bangor,
breaths a sigh scares I, what they store.
A misty boy loss -- skilless, thence.
... whence didst craft stopped?
Cajole lilacs replace the lore
and roses are just an eyesore.
Uke skilled guitar sing praise dispense,
days of guns and roses silence.
Claims I, etching muse sings a score
... whence didst craft stopped?
Blossoms line my laden descent
down to the perked watering hole
that plays empty theater,
awaiting my creative path,
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity,
of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth.
Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity,
Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views.
Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point
of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues.
Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas
of insanely intimate hues.
To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown
by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage,
Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage.
Nature is no stranger to being the muse,
Rebel with a cause,
cause maybe this time you stay
and snuggle awhile, sailor.
Some of my poems are truly inane.
Screeching, preaching, a run away train..
Impulsive poetry is to blame.
It's just my style. I'll sign my name.
It's never racist.
It doesn't seek to defame and
none of my musings would ever proclaim,
to "make America great again".
Poetry soup is a haven, a safe space.
It's certainly not a Presidential race..
If America wants a President with a.d.d.
and lots of extra energy.
Put my name on your ballot,
as I'll come with poetry..
My mind can be like a red bird free
flying from thought to thought
suddenly a new subject enters
And ideas fly like splinters of old wood
carved by imagination into new shapes
new faces new subjects new loves new doves
never occurred to me to use this in poetry
but I try and well this is the end result
my A.D.D. is mind poetry
freeing of thought from rules and creating jewels
Added to born,
born to add,
added to live,
live to die.
What is life?
Life is zero to start with,
adding numbers for years
to be always resting
until the resault is zero.
What is life?
We start being a zero
and as a zero we finish.
5 pounds of ground pork shoulder
1/2 cup of ground pork shoulder skin
3/4 pounds of chicken livers cooked and chopped
1/4 cup of white whine
1 cup of pigfeet broth
3 cups of cooked rice
5 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of minced onions
1/4 cup of celery finely chopped
1/2 cup of creamcheese
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
2 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1 cup f red bell pepper chopped
1 seeded jalpeno pepper
1/4 chopped cilantro
2 tablespoons of salt
2 tablespoons of thyme
1&1/2 tablespoons of oregano
4 tablespoons of olive oil
sautee veggies set aside
mix with creamcheese and
and pigfeet broth and chicken livers
in mixing bowl mix
mix fat and pork
mix well and add all the seasonings
pinch a pattie and cook and taste
for adjustments.. mix with creamcheese mixture
using a grinder with sausage casing attachedment
create links
broil ,grill, boil or roast.
you can use
6 pounds of ground chicken
and
1 cup of shortening or butter
instead of pork.
just add 1/4 cup of feta cheese
and ( omit the wine)1/4 cup of lemon juice
with 3 tablespoons of extra dry gin
"drunken ADD"
i need
a bottle
of gin to
begin my
hey it's
a
tequila
sunrise
#IntrinsicConnection
A splash of colours on a plain white sheet,
I add life to the paper, That's what I see.
I mix those colours and derive brand new ones,
Sometimes they seem absolutely anonymous,
But I still love the shades, the perfect blending they furnish,
They highlight the place wherever they reach.
They turn a paper into a masterpiece
They turn every desolate corner into a lively place
They become a mouthpiece of my ecstasy underneath
and establish a connection between my heart and my heartbeat.
They express my feelings with a sense of loyalty
And give me a small treat of divine affinity...
little buck would have been more formidable without the head gear
where do you suppose he found that? the guests asked each other
he’s a lodge favorite, the proprietor replied. We have a relationship
to show them, he walked up to the mammoth beast and added tinsel
add a silver bell! Someone yelled. And candy canes! Screeched another.
How much longer are we going to invite these weirdos? Asked little buck.
Please don’t voice ‘A, No’
Add to what you know.
Rapidly, we grow…
Don’t make yours the slow;
Best The Early Hoe,
That strikes a farm’s row…
It should be a blow
Your river can’t flow:
In Spirit ‘The low’
After the cocks crow
Or pulled by the toe
Like a car to tow...
The Long Unused Bow.
I
A flood here, wars over there, and there ...
I love Jesus, but U fight to breathe, so unfair
II
Lord Jesus, You give me reasons to rise
Help Ukraine, all victims, even the unwise
III
The sad state of South Africa, the world
The Grace in your words, prayer unfurled
Give a man a cracker
and he's happy
Forgetting other men who've never had
Take away his cracker and he's angry
Bothered
that he never helped
what add
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