High atop his branch he clings,
a fretful, fidgety fellow~
September’s here (allegedly),
but Texas still screams yellow.
He peers down at the dusty ground,
no pumpkins, no autumnal spice, nor chill;
no brisk breeze swirling through the oaks,
just heat that just sits still.
“Oh fall, wherefore art thou?” the acorn cries,
dramatic as can be~
“I’m meant to drop with dignity,
not roast upon this tree!”
He wiggles, scoots, and shimmies,
but the branch won’t let him go.
“I’m ready for my autumn arc~
this summer’s just for show.”
So there he waits, impatient,
a tiny acorn with dramatic flair,
dreaming of the day he falls
into cool, crisp autumn air.
Life
Life is a bowl of cherries
Life is a stage which we never leave
Life is an island on which we’re shipwrecked
Life seems to be an impossible mission that never ends
Life is God
Whatever else life happens to be
It is sometimes worse than getting stung by a bee
Even when there are soothing sounds which are supposed to help
We cannot always relax and be happy
But life is life and for every individual
it is allegedly different which may be hard
For some to understand regardless of demands
Which seem to be all around in different shapes-
Oh, why can’t there be less stress in life?
Just suspected epitaph, a unforgiving death.
Allegedly assertion development overnight.
The Phoenix titilating taunting takes flight.
The energy in my vessel reaches his high height
My life is an illusion, it's energetic. Breaths.
2/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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an apt artist's
apparently astute
altogether anomalous
accoladez
although
allegedly anew
almost alwayz
affidavitz
are
analogous
an artist's
amenability
amen
I did my time in service to their “gods”
Cold demons dressed in glowing garb
Claiming on an altar they could summon
A living “god” in bread and dinner wine
I prayed and begged forgiveness for my sins
Although so young I didn’t remember them
Prayed for souls who failed to make their case
And lingered in some “purgatory” place
Thus, did I shed the sackcloth and the ashes
Refusing to accept the stain of sins
Allegedly passed on by dear old dad
His bank account it seems still overdrawn
Each says there is but “one true god”
And argue with each other “who is right”
Congregations of spiritual hermits
“knowing” in their hearts that all are wrong
Arrest warrant issued on 21 November 2024. Accused Last name: Netanyahu. Accused First name: Benjamin.
Charges: Allegedly responsible for the war crimes of starvation as a method of warfare and of intentionally directing an attack against the civilian population; and the crimes against humanity of murder, persecution, and other inhumane acts from at least 8 October 2023 until at least 20 May 2024.
Accused Crimes: War crimes and Crimes against humanity.
Accused States: At large
Situation Name Colloquial:
State of Palestine.
--
Source: The International Criminal Court.
arrest have issued ~
crimes against humanity,
war crimes, and much more
Pushing the envelope outside the box
if only here to accentuate
the many ways in which
emu may emulate
by delivering nutrients' benefits
and what's more
help repair with anti-aging hydrate
yet won't clog your pores
they herd the birds in a mob
not a troublesome job or task
with ladle fire pit pot and hob
'How is it collected?' I hear you ask
as allegedly good for the skin
anti-inflammatory emu oil
is scooped off the bubbling surface
when they're brought to the boil
I've never been to Kathmandu
it's highly unlikely I'm ever going to
and I don't consider macaques the least bit holy
while some there choose so to do
tho' they may be Nepalese aristocracy
no they won't make a monkey of me
such couldn't leave me any colder
as it's all in the mind's eye of the beholder
and who decides what is 'God'
of all possibilities chapter and verse in the universe
why give such Old World primates the nod
how about a slug or a ladybug
polyphyly and insects are equally relevant too
in fact if we're allegedly created in 'His' likeness
why not me... or even you?
Tho' not with a dagger in the library
nor candlestick in the conservatory
someone done the dirty deed
and yet of bodies none were found
perhaps the evidence had been concealed
interred deep down underground
so no one's doing time
it was eventually revealed
for the heinous crime
of thuggery and skullduggery
terrible as it may be
where the skeletons are buried
only the gravedigger knows
and after all allegedly it was purportedly
merely a murder of crows
The music from an award’s show for music
Shatters the peace of a moment’s respite
Words shouted in a rattled cadence
Battle the blaring of the backup screamers
The allegedly soothing refrain chokes the drummer
Freeing the flames of the screeching viola
A lone piano grits its vibrating teeth
The lead singer shivers in a nuanced
Tribute to the Kama Sutra
AH….MUSIC….
If AI wrote it
It has stolen from all of us
for it has neither intelligence
nor creativity
it is a plagiarist
Hat Stand
I call my oak hat stand who
I don’t hang hats on
Mr Admiral Confused and also
Not Able to
Think With Clarity. The east corner of
my bedroom was where my
old hat stand allegedly
beat up the
old pedestal fan.
persnickety aunts probably authored private annuals
providing all plebes and prospects a polite answer
allowing provocative avid public a peek
at potential artistic playgrounds amid positive attitudes
plentiful alluring prancing and allegiance provided
amid persnickety aunts pleasing astronomical prospects
allegedly pleasant as polite aunties possibly assent
plebes always providing appreciative provocative audience
DELUSION
Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion
But at first glance, any deeper meaning is not easy to see
I assume such a saying should never lead to any confusion
What is the connection here that seems to be escaping me
Perhaps It is just a vague concept, a jumble of fancy words
Yet it’s allegedly a famous saying, so what really can it be
One surely starts by a separation of whey from the curds
Exposing a deeper resonant truth, or maybe nothing at all
The validation of such ideas like this, may be for the birds
It sounds as if one should now wake up and heed the call
But for me, it is more like a fading echo in an empty hall
In Gaza, Israel fights a weird war
It’s not so much about eliminating an enemy
as it is about preventing the enemy
from killing the civilians it’s allegedly protecting
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