MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Artist Annie Lee (1935-2014) “Blue Monday”
Sunken soul like setting sun
Inner child no longer smiles
Carmel like skin is no fun
Kissing hungry ribs all while
A wafting wind blows aroma in
Neighbors meals smell great
Decadent food not a sin
Tired of not having a taste
It’s a blessing bills are paid
Really appreciate that fact
Even if I won’t eat today
Do my best to not feel sad
Annie Takes A Load Off
Annie lets the song play, hips cut like a blade,
Lights dim, bass hits, shadows start to cascade.
She moves like a weapon, every step’s an arcade,
No fear in her veins, just the beat she obeyed.
Annie lets the song play, fire in her stride,
She’s the storm, the calm, the wave and the tide.
No hesitation, no pause, she’s the guide,
Annie lets the song play, she’s alive inside.
Cherry coke on her lips, sweet venom she sips
She spins, teasing, pulling him into her eclipse.
Locked eyes, no escape, the room starts to slip,
He steps in, her rhythm’s got him caught in the grip.
Fingertips trace her spine, mapping the scars,
Gravity pulls them close, like planets and stars.
No resistance, no weight, no prison bars,
Just the rhythm, the beat, the world is ours.
Annie lets the song play, beats hit like a drum,
She moves like a prophecy, where she’s from.
No hesitation, no pause, she’s the one,
Annie lets the song play, her war’s been won.
Lights flicker, shadows stretch, bodies collide,
The song’s still spinning, the night’s their guide.
Annie lets the song play, no need to hide,
She is okay, she’s alive inside
I have a little friend
She's at her happiest when it rains
Loves her galoshes and umbrella
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Her nickname perhaps should be ‘Whizzy’
She rushes round making me dizzy
Right now, she’s unwell
But asked me to tell
That grim reaper guy that she’s busy
I’M GON WALK—ANNIE WALTZ--
I am gonna walk
I’m gonn tha walk
Grasp hold of ya
Annie walks
With the movement of the clouds
Her sweet mellow whispers
Showering tip-toes
She really moves to the fingering of the ivory keys
She really, really, really moves me
I am gonna talk
I’m gonn talk to her wit mine heart
Grab hold of her attention
And love her a lot
Annie walks
Annie talks
She walks in dignity flight
As a butterfly, fluent, fluent, fluent she’s alright
I am gonna walk
I’m gonn tha walk
Grab hold of ya
Annie walks
With the movement of the clouds
Her sweet mellow whispers
As I hold her hand,
We walk the land
We smile our hearts talk
I’m gon walk
Annie Waltz
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
From anthology #1 SHASTA JAZZ Dedicated verse for Shasta Simms
I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.
She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.
She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too interesting
and I stand there dripping blood
until she magically replaces it.
We go to a lake,
recline on a mattress of meadow daisies
while she relates her life story,
I already know it
and just want to make out.
Annie sings a lullaby
a crow taught her in the Ohio wilderness.
"Would you rather have a 1960's
Coup Deville Cadillac
or me?" She says suddenly.
My hesitant silence speaks volumes.
I ask: What color?
The feisty gal
kisses me with her Kathrin Hepburn lips,
then shoots my ear off again.
Our Annie got trimmed today
Don't recognize her she sure lost weight
Happy to be fit
Looks super losing it
Of course Annie is our loving doggie mate
When I was a kid
I rode Saturdays on
My Friend Flicka
Sky King
Roy Rogers
And Flicka’s boy
And Sky
And Roy
Hauled bad guys
Off to justice
Never seen again
Never
Never
Never seen again
Back in a barn
Me and
Annie Oakley
Held our ground
Shooting them down
Waiting for a hero
To cart them all away
But no heroes
But no others
No other heroes
Showed up
We killed them all ourselves
And didn’t surrender
Or even pretend to surrender
Because
We killed them all ourselves
When I was a kid
I rode Saturdays on
My Friend Flicka
And bad guys
Always got caught
a grassy knoll
no a sunny space
a quiet Storm just a sample of a blade of grass
As well a sample of a purple flower lived live from the place
of her physical rest
yet her spirit has risen it's crest
as it's supposed to be she was my mother
Annie Bell Lee
A verse DEDICATED to my mother
Annie Bell Ross Lee
Sunrise. Sunset
10/21/34-------07/21/74
~if she were physically alive today she would be 87 years old Amen~
7/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
My grandma was a steeple jack,
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near,
To see her swing and pirouette,
Doff her hat and wave.
And gasped and cheered each time she feigned
A slip and then a save.
Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips,
Tight rope walkers screamed.
Treetop loggers looked away
At the daring they were seeing.
Women gasped and children shrieked,
Fearful she would fall,
But at full ascent a massive roar
As she stood upon the ball!
She blew a kiss to the those below
As she turned around with ease,
Then there atop removed her scarf
And cast it to the breeze
But the crowd went wild as before their eyes
They viewed her final feat…
Into a handstand Grandma rose,
Then she waved and kicked her feet!
Whether flag pole, steeple, TV tower…
My grandma climbed them all.
For the freedom felt there in the clouds,
She was at their beck and call.
That grand old gal inspired me
Her legacy I've retraced.
Now I too dance upon a pole
At a club called Mary’s Place.
Annie Oakley was quite a good marksman,
And it's actually how she met her husband.
She'd astound heads of state,
And even her mate,
She couldn't be beat as a marksman.
Annie, our Golden, is a member of the family
Just like a daughter, it's really quite uncanny
When going out and then on our return
Our love's reaffirmed
Her excitement explodes, our dearest sweet Annie
Our Golden Annie can smell bread
From the other end of the house it spreads
“Uncanny Annie”
Star of our family
Comes bounding in she's got pretty good treads
Fireworks celebrating Victoria Day
Have a strange effect on Annie, she hides away
Cowering from the sounds
Explosions all around
It's extremely disturbing to survey
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