What poets pen, politicians fancy
~ the reverse leaves both feeling antsy
We don't have to be antsy..But we can.' satan knows it
Its all in his plan, he's after taking hostages if he can.?
Knowing last time Jesus died to redeem; many lives.'
So he hopes to (cut a deal if only he can?) To this end he strives! The w e f are just
Pawns in this game as he lies' again..in order to gain; some spirits
he'll use climate and primates, or indeed problems of all shapes'
To take you in..Again and again, Till God ends his lost scheme just the
Same.'
Agog
anticipant, anxious
openmouthed, breathless, athirst
Enthusiastic, open-eyed wide
indifferent, unmoved such
impatient, restless
Antsy
3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I was sitting on my lawn chair
And while brushing off my pants
I noticed inside some crinkled wrinkles
There were two little, tiny red ants
I thought to brush them off of me
But I just wanted to wait to see
If those two little, tiny red ants
Wanted to crawl onto my knee
They had crawled up and down my leg
And they got tangled in some of my hair
So, gently I had cut them loose
And I had set them back on the chair
They had run all around in circles
And they seemed as happy as could be!
Especially, when they crawled up my leg again
And they took, two bites of me...Ouch!
A brother and sister wanted to play Lego's...
but they were missing some of the pieces
So, they used their imaginations
And made some creations
Out of some pieces of Reece's
They built a king's tower, and a colorful flower...
and a buckle for the king to wear on his belt
But the king dropped his pants...
And he was covered in ants
When his belt buckle started to melt
Around this same exact time,
Exactly one year ago.
I wrote a really mediocre poem,
About 7th grade moving "slow".
But, boy, was I wrong.
8th grade is full of waiting.
I've been at my school for 11 years,
This month is just frustrating!
Luckily, there's some "fun" ahead,
Including our 8th grade trip.
Yea, it sounds kinda lame, but still,
It's one whole day we can skip.
Everyone's forgotten we have finals.
In only three various subjects!
I guess we can study for the next week,
Let's not forget all the projects!
I think all that I want to say,
Is that I'm super antsy to leave.
I got that scholarship for high school,
Let's go, Falcons! Whoo-hoo, DC!
An ant was dragging an insect,
At least 3 times its size.
Though desiccated, still it seemed
Like quite a lucky prize.
I watched its steady progress -
It would heave a bit and stop,
Hurry forth without its burden,
Double back where it did drop.
Other ants passed by, ignoring
All the effort being made,
On their journeys through the grass
As part of some unknown crusade.
Just like humans, who don’t notice
Someone doing all the work
While they play at being busy
Since it’s easier to shirk.
Whatta fine day, the boidies is chirping
From the tree tops on high, they is a-perching
Confused as hell
Waiting for the bell
Chicks are antsy, warm temps they be searching
Whatta fine day, the boidies is chirping
From the tree tops on high, they is a-perching
Confused as hell
Waiting for the bell
Chicks are antsy, warm temps they be searching
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