Best Concerning Poems
The British call it maths,
but the Americans ditch the s
causing much international scorn.
But for our sake, p'raps it'd be best
to keep subjects
only halfway grasped
in the singular form.
Concerning friends, on this, we all agree.
The face of things of which delight and feed,
the friend does most completely fill the need.
Yet, having friends, you are no longer free.
You share and share alike the things that be.
The give and take, starts as a tiny seed.
Soon trust becomes ‘your common friend in need’.
You start to think, “what has become of me”
Then you can see your choice was but to love.
One does not lose themselves, in truth of thought.
You give your heart freely, now rise above,
to claim your place among your friends thereof
with whom bad thoughts of you are never sought,
and wrap esteem around you as a glove.
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apr 5 2012 cgh
and so it was that after a good run of
great sex & many lovers,
s/he came across a period of time unlike
any of her/his friends could come close to comparing,
a time of
frustrating
hiccup-fart
orgasms.
each time s/he was getting towards that final punch of that final round
rockin’ & a sockin’ like the robots themselves,
off went the gas pumps inside &
oh
the
embarrassment---
the kissing went ripe as the
hiccups blew in the face of the lover still trying to concentrate
(and dinner only a few minutes/hours ago, now cascading in a fine mist across the face) &
as if that wasn’t enough to drive a stake in any
romance of any satisfactory quality,
out came the blast from the other end
filling the scene with
custom methane &
sooner than later
(as if it was anticipated anymore by the other party),
the end result of
what coulda’ been,
shoulda’ been,
but clearly
wasn’t.
There’s Who I am, What I’ve done,
And Where I want to be.
And how I choose to view them each
Sets their priority.
Just saying this is Who I am
Excusing What I’ve done
Means Where I want to be remains
The place where I’ve begun
But if I say that What I’ve done
shapes Who I am complete
Then Where I want to be becomes
A goal I cannot meet
Yet knowing Where I want to be
Without the other two
Will leave me lost and wandering
In deserts I’ve gone through
Let What I’ve done be marker stones
On pathways within me
That guide me up from Who I am
To Where I want to be
10/16/22
ER: Enlightenment Recovery Poetry Contest
No matter how much time you have to help others,
No matter how many resources you have to help others,
No matter how many favors you call in to help others,
No matter how many ideas you can come up with to help others,
There is a harsh lesson we must all learn about others,
It is not often you can save them from themselves.
Not even if you are their Mothers or Fathers.
So, if you have done all of the above for others,
And they still are hiding under the covers,
There is nothing more to be done about the others,
No matter how much it bothers.
insects set but two:
eating and copulating
(sounds okay to me)
Footnote: Goal #3 - Winning or placing in PD's Haiku contest
After handling Jalapeno Peppers, wash your hands thoroughly BEFORE you use the restroom.
Creativity cannot of course, be forced
Any more than we can influence the earth,
Sun, moon and stars to move beyond
Their perfectly preordained positions within
The infinite limitations of this ever-expanding universe.
The intangible stuff that pervades us
To continually attempt to stretch
Ourselves beyond current bounds
Is imperceptibly profound. Such as the sound
Of a baby’s cry because it tries
To walk, talk, reach, strive, seek
Everything within his or her sphere.
How far he gets is never clear.
Mountaintops
Were made to climb
As music needs rhythm and paint needs brush.
Creativity, no less
Can never be rushed.
1: If love is a game we need a referee
2: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways! Um…
3: I loved her to death but got off on a technicality
4: Star-crossed lovers occasionally get crossed up and can get rather cross about it too
5: She stole my heart and REFUSED to return it so now I'm a heartless person
6: So I begged her to please have a heart and she said, “I already got TWO you idiot!”
If love is just a game we need a referee
If SEX is just a game I want instant replay
She stole my heart and as a result, I became a heartless person
SO, when I asked her to have a heart she said “Heck no, I already got two!"
I was captured and tortured in The Battle of the Sexes but must admit I rather enjoyed it
*Submitted for the contest 'When One Line is Never Enough' sponsored by Bev Smith
NEVER venture outdoors when it's raining cats and dogs
It rained cats and dogs during a drought and the farmers were NOT amused
It rained cats and dogs and the county WORKERS were not amused
However they were grateful because there had been recent layoffs
Due to inflation, every time it rains it rains, quarters from heaven
When Gene Kelly sang in the rain he got arrested for disturbing the peace
So Donald O’Conner had to take over and HE got arrested for public intoxication
So they asked Debbie Reynolds and she said, ‘You have GOT to be kidding... I just got my hair done’
Every time it rains, it rains pe…Ouch (THAT’S gonna bruise)
Just my luck…It rained pennies from heaven and I forgot to turn my freekin' umbrella upside down
Due to inflation in now rains quarters from heaven (Dude, you seen the price of UMBRELLAS lately?)
Sure wish it would rain on somebody ELSE’S parade for a change
Once it HAILED on my parade (The floats sustained irreparable damage and there were minor injuries)
Nobody’s gonna rain on MY pa…(Uh, God…You forgot to clear this with Mother again didn't you?)
Submitted for:
‘Poem: Rainy Days’ sponsored by Leonora Galinta
I found the piano for me
You must think that I'm lonely
Classical music, let's talk about classical music
Just stop your waiting
Popping at night
I found the piano for me
We are partitioning and partitioning and partitioning and partitioning
You're looking at the musical play
Just stop your concerting
I'm the ragtime one
Humm! Got so much to say
I've heard concerts
So, beautiful and lovely
We are scoring and scoring and scoring and scoring
I live my life as if I'm lyric
ooh, girl, you are so perfect
Just stop your concerting
You're my opera, not a drama
You're my musical
Fla la-la-la-la
My musical
is you girl
Ah! you're euphoric
I am your lyric
You're my musical, my opera, not my drama.
Concerting
I am your lyric
You're my opera, not my drama.
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Dreams of December,
this tale is twelve years old now.
If the planet gets any warmer
we’ll freeze our asses off.
When the climate changes
could it please wear something OTHER THAN WHITE!
Why can’t they dump snow in BOSTON HARBOR
but they can use snow barriers on the exclusive beach communities?
How can light fluffy snow
be so freakin’ heavy?
How will Winter know we’ve surrendered
if it can’t see the WHITE FLAGS we’re waving??
You know it’s bad when the church
cancels the SNOW ANGEL competition.
Overheard at the International Devils Convention:
“DAMN, THIS STUFF IS HELL!!!”
They made the streets in South Boston ONE WAY….
ALL HEADING SOUTH….
The MBTA is starting a DOG SLED run.
The dogs will all retire at age 10(TEN)
WITH A FULL PENSION…..
A flock of snow geese was seen
wearing HATS and MITTENS…
If all the snowflakes that fell in Boston
were placed end to end they’d go from here
to WHERE EVER THE HELL THEY WANTED
and we’d pay the passage.
After a while you don’t care
what a wondrous crystalline miracle
each individual snowflake is……
they all look alike to you….
Somewhere there’s a monkey
with a button the reads PUSH FOR SNOW…..
LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF…….
There was a girl called Polly Esther,
the fastest girl from downtown Leicester.
Pre-packaged food was her sole fare,
For healthy meals she had no care.
In the tum for food there's room.
There plastic wrappings end in doom