There once was a man from Schenectady
Who could not keep his hands off the lady
He hit bugs from their behinds
Got fired because they did mind
He thought he was fine, but no one else but he
You have heard of shenanigans, right?
we were introduced to shenani-goats tonight
they romped and jumped and butted our behinds.
ruthlessly rambunctious, rough, not in any way kind.
Do we have to come back? Asked my child, Hue.
His bottom and legs were now black and blue.
They aren’t trying to be bad, my sister said.
An opportunity for a shenani-goat to butt her in the head.
Lawyers scratch their behinds
contemplate justice, tone-deaf, blind
Is outing a criminal despot in our hemisphere ‘constitutional’
Is the Monroe Doctrine still useful ...
While evil Maduro's already behind bars
~ Venezuelans cheering freedom’s stars
Searching for work can take its toll
hoping this world won’t break your soul
somehow, we ought to spend some time
parking our thoughts and our behinds
longing for those long wooden seats
we turn towards Ashburner Street
One For The Road, what do you say?
the market bar, will be okay
straight glass talk, it’s my shout
here’s to porter, bitter or stout
Working will always take its toll
hoping this world don’t claim your soul
somehow, we ought to spend more time
free from the thought of the daily grind
longing for those long wooden seats
we turn into Ashburner Street
One For The Road, what do you say?
The market bar, will be okay
straight glass talk, it’s your shout
here’s to porter, bitter or stout
Giving up work, retired from toll
hoping this world will save its soul
now we ought to spend, our hard-earned time
refreshing our thoughts, refreshing our minds
longing for those long wooden seats
we return to Ashburner Street
One For The Road, what do you say?
the market bar, will be okay
straight glass talk, one more shout
here’s to porter, bitter or stout.
someone's left behinds
forgotten over time
now my forever pet
*PV - Proverbial Verbiage
The Old Rotary
Dialing out…zzzzip…zzzzzzzip…zzzzzzzip
and
zip…zzip…zzzip…zzzzip
and brring…
long distance was not a thing
for children. they could only
ring those within their corridor
ching…ching
money didn’t grow on trees
the grown up made sure
we were wise
or they’d wise up
our behinds
but we didn’t even try
a bit smarter back then
smarting at smaller things
like
eating Mr. McGregor’s produce
throwing
stones at cars
but
we kept our hands
off the old man’s
cookie jar (PV)
rang Grandma
once a year (PV)
It was more fun to dial out
but by then a burglar
tied you up (PV)
Dark Night Warrior
Imagine a world where darkness reigns supreme, and the sun itself coders behinds clouds of despair.
Within this realm, a lonely soul seeks solace in the arms of another, only to find his path blocked by a unseen adversary.
Yet amidst the gloom, glimmers of hope flicker like distant star. Can this lost soul find the strength to confront the demons that haunts him?
Through his travels he remind himself, must remember that true love, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, cannot be extinguished by mere darkness alone.The flame that burns within us all may flicker and waver, but never truly dies. At times, we find ourselves confronted by seemingly insurmountable obstacles that threatens to snuff out our very light within.
Rod Culleton, what can I say? But thank you mate
For all the ways, all the stands; the fireside talks
You challenge the falseness, you've walked the walk
You represent 'true Aussie creed' we'll make it right
Just as she'll' we want true hearts and mate you'll
Do.' You've got back up 'a time or two' the foe within
Can't stand our type..The shrugging shoulderd devoid
Of hype, I know you were crook ' your true heart strained.!
By souless bludgers, they're one real pain.! In many
Behinds, Geez I wish they'd discover' some hearts and minds.'
I'll say one thing more, to all the above, get well stay strong
Aussie needs such blood.' The type that just don't count
Each cost..each trifle, and hurdle. What 'might be lost?'
But whats to gain.? I advise much more.! You've done us
Proud! emptied your store, your inner self, you put skin in; This game..' You stand for more; than some shallow fame.'
So i stand and salute you, I'll meet your eye.' This country
Was built on souls that try.' We'll stay the course we'll Smash each foe, I stand with Rod.! So all will know.' That
Aussies can hope, can dream; will strive 'good on ya Rod'
You've got; some bloody drive.!
Do colorful ducks get all my food
a lot depends on my shifting mood
If I feel sorry for a plain brown duck
I might throw him more, to change his luck
Does the best-behaved kid get this teacher's praise
not necessarily, if his arm's never raised
I encourage questions from inquiring minds
not 'perfect kids,' who sit on their behinds
As a card-carrying septuaginarian
I'm just as proud to be a contrarian
firefly lightning
bug behinds his abdomen
wings fly whistling
~
at in the dark sparks
special parts attract sexist
to glow at pre-night
~
lit, light up like a,
flashing billboard on and off
fly with abdomen
~
emitting light flashing
turning on off during flight
glowing in flight
7/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Splendiferous skies
Sunflower sunrise
haystacks of lilacs
pastel daisies play
with robins and jays
fragrant grass finds
bunny behinds
cotton lambs coo
earth's lush rebirth
a spring dream
until my
face hits a
clinging
bug filled
web
3/09/21
Poem of the Day
3/11/21
3 of every 4 creatures on earth
Are insects, now you know
Why hordes of damn mosquitoes
Pester and bug us so
They sow their seeds of mayhem
As we sit in the summer sun
Being annoyed by these tiny bugs
Till finally we get up and run
After a house fly eats its food
It regurgitates and eats it once more
Imagine if we re-ate our meat balls
That's something I would abhor
Americans eat 12 billion bananas
Every year, no wonder at times
We get the urge to hang from trees
Or scratch our protruding behinds
Each one of us uses approximately
Fifty sheets of bum wipe
Each and every day of our existence
We're killing our trees, my gripe
Maybe instead, use toilet paper
With a hole right in the centre
We could use it over and over again
Washing up is a disease preventer
In 32 years there are approximately
One billion seconds of time
Each one is so very very precious
Waisting one is a downright crime
The man remembered
He had been a popular TV entertainer, written a book
and sang his songs we could all understand.
He was tall, looked heroic, sort old Vikings we hoped
they had looked like.
but most of all he had a left-behinds song called
“Amanda”
Which was about a motorboat but had to come
to symbolize the suffering womanhood of the world.
He set out to find the song up a mountain of bad
the poetry he climbed, through a plateau of forgotten
Musicals, across a lake of a petrified sea- shanties
And rhyming verses,
He found Emma in s grotto, in a globe of shiny
Diamonds, the immortal words a honeyed song
of a motorboat.
The "Not-Nice" Nines
If ones are
Wonderful
Twos and threes
Are terrible
Fours are
Fantastic
Fives are
Freaky
Sixes go
To school
Sevens
Are cool
Eights aren't
A fool
And nines
Are not nice
They are
Cold as ice
They shut down
Won't suffice
They will not
B enticed
The "not-nice" nines
They are not fine
They do not
Give u a sign
What to do
To have a clue
Who is who
Or if it's true
The "not-nice" nines
Show their behinds
They do not shine
But they do whine
They do not cry
They are not shy
They will ask why
Copyright From A Poet's Heart
10/28/15
They claim they care
How their bank accounts fair!!
As your health, to paramedics, they leave
Their next loan tranche to sieve
From curfew to lockdown we flit
As on their ample behinds, they sit
While the masses hunker down
The deep state's in town
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