Best Humm Poems
PORTRAIT OF SUSAN C.
If you glance at Susan
Three days in a row
same pose
same tilt of head
same diverted eyes
brows raised
firm round lips
She says something different
Each ardent flip
I suppose it’s the passionate red dress –
how it hangs in perfect V
only a suggestion of feminine property
how it further urges her tinted ivory skin
Oh! And the long sleeves –
how they paint those meaningful
finger slims
Yes!
The dress –
It quite overcomes
Well Susan is blond
Really blond –
long-hair-hanging blond –
It sweeps round her ears
To frame a coquettish-near smile
She’s fair enough for movie fame
Yet?
Take the expression away
And…well…
It’s back to the dress for a while
Oh there’s so much movement
In those hanging folds –
none the same –
So much suggestion
Even softness
satin flame
Ummm humm… hmmmm
To end though
The whole is T-Susan
The ever notorious tease –
the come-on
slight show of flesh
those white clear eyes
of kidney pool blue
Damn! lady!
Pity the poor sap
Runs into you
Dave Austin
Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?
Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please
Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have ***** envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice
the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes
oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am
Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?
but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back
the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?
-
Drones abound the London sky
Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing
The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house
As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty evening street
The council house drapes of black and brown are shut tight regulation tight
He's coming he's coming tape up tape up she shouts
Don't want another fine for light
The grub is ready at the back door for a quick dash to the air-raid shelter in the night
Sirens whail and bellow and bomber engines humm in ever louder melts
Fire fire and the engines leave the call centre and head the regular route to the city
God bless em souls the dear old lady calls as she stirs the black current jam
Whistling bombs and Stucker dives throttle and hurtle a miss
But they land too well and devastate the docklands and the strip
Hell's fire rages along the wharfs as fire-ships spray the warehouses
Brave soles are they who stay out amid the descending droplets of terror
Face the wrath of Germany's luftwaffe who continue to pour water and pull souls
And morning cannot come fast enough for to French shores a retreat
Arrival of Dawn and the last bombers chug away hasseled by the RAF
And down descends a lonely Tommy ace one of our own bewildered lads
Parachute wrapped and Tommy sitting on Sally's polished red front door-step
Here are her two prides of joy: One sitting on the other; the live one her brother.
(One of her biding memories of the London Blitz)
Night time Bombing raid in London's fair City during Second World War
My name is Tom and I'm the cat here on Manor Farm
Let me introduce you to the gang .
I rule the roost as you will see and ginger the chicken she agrees.
The stable door top half open ,Mr Ed the horse says morning well he is a talking horse !
And daisy giving milk she's my favourite, cant think why !
I stroll over to the sty and give Dave a hi who's one happy looking pig
Shaun the sheep is in his field playing with his kids
and Shep the sheep dog is sat in the shed and he his fast asleep
And that's how he will stay, as I don't fancy being chased today.
Now over to the duck pond to see Donald and his crew. Huey , Dewey, and Louie
And finally to the farm house where the humans live. who are pretty good to me !
However them there humans have some nasty traits
They eat gingers kids for breakfast
Dave is turned into bacon and daisy into steak
Shaun gets the chop with mint and peas and the Donald is sold to the local Chinese
and Sheps pups are sold as a pets.
and Mr Ed is made to chases Fox's. Which is really not the best !
so all in all I'm just saying us animals are the best .
The cast
Manor farm : animal farm the farm out the book
Ginger : chicken run
Mr Ed : the talking horse 60 sitcom .
Daisy : magic roundabout children's TV program
Dave : are well been naughty here Google David Cameron and pigs, humm best not
Shaun : the sheep children's TV character
Shep : a dog on a UK children's program Blue peter
Donald : Disney duck and his nephews
Humans : Us
comp entry 15022016
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©
On the Seventh Day,
it is often written,
often said,
that the creator rested.......
I BEG TO DIFFER!!!!
Fore I believe that on the seventh day,
that he set at the helm of his creation called mother earth,
thinking humm what's missing?????
let me look ,let me search.........
He contemplated for a minute or two....
then he said I think I got it!
I want to create someone, some things that will be moving,
yet soothing and UPLIFTING
ENCHANTING!!!!
I want someone that the world will forever behold,
as the birds were singing and chirping ,
Ahhh music and notes!!!!!!!!
He created music and musicians!
Spread them all throughout time
with voices that could never be forgotten,
tones that still move,
melodies that fit every single mood!!!
Here's a little proof
He created
BACH, BHETTOVEN, MOZART, classical kings!!!
DUKE ELLINGTON, LOUIS AMSTRONG, ELLA FRIZGERALD and their jazzy legacies.
He was just getting started,
warming up.
He created ANITA BAKER, PATTI LABELLE, AND LUTHER VANDROSS TOO,
went on to make PRINCE and MICHEAL JACKSON, JAMES BROWN, AND ELVIS ALL NEW!!!
THE ROLLING STONES, OTIS REDDING, DINAH WASHINGTON, and of course a lady by the
name of Billie Holiday!!!!
When the angels ask are you done????
He said NO WAY!!!!
I got SO much more to make and include,
this could take a lifetime
relax and enjoy.
STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sweet jelly roll;
Humm!! Taste so, so good;
That I would like to have you with
A
Ice cold glass of milk;
Maybe even pour in some Nestle Quik;
Hun!!
I'm a wondering;
Would you be good with grapes?
I am salivating and craving;
Good old, chocolate cake;
Yum, yum you'd be good;
All day
I would like to have you
with
An Ice cold glass of milk;
But don't tell mommy now;
Cause I haven't finish my dinner, wow
Everything's better
When you throw away the vegetables;
Your stomach more happy;
When you eat the things that taste good;
Your stomach is happy;
When you miss a few nutrients???
How bout' putting some chocolate on that broccoli;
How bout' pouring some warm chesses on the collar flower;
How bout' putting some peanut-butter and jelly on liver;
That's the only way I'm gonna eat it???
What's really for dinner?
09/06/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
one of a series of color poems written with a pink craylo pen purchased from our local post office-red, pink, yellow, blue, black, green, silver, brown, gray
I love a deep purple jazz poem.
A trumpet blowing, soothing,
Dizzy Gillespie jazz poem.
A plum colored, egg plant colored,
Twilight hued poem.
A deep purple falling over sleepy garden
Walls poem.
My mother sure love that song, "Deep Purple"
Hope she loves this purple poem.
Humm, Ma! me and my purple poem and
My pink pen,
Feeling the love baby, feeling the love!
Cynthia
one of a series of color poems written with a pink craylo pen purchased from our local post office-red, pink, yellow, blue, black, green, silver, brown, gray
Next!...Can I help you?
Unemployed, huh? Humm, let's see
Gotta check my records here...
Nope! No openings
Directions?... Not a problem
See that sign that says - YOU'RE TOAST?
***Re-titled and edited version
A melody was created within me,
by knowing you,
and it remains.
I hope we stay connected and OK,
no matter how it works out with others.
It takes some faith to keep anything viable for a lifetime.
You ignore me, which probably accounts for our longevity.
How could we become stale?
It's not the souvenirs and memories,
we keep that matter.
It's the story behind them.
Why I like the birds so much,
they don't just tell their stories,
they sing them.
Thinking of you from time to time,
creates a humm of satisfaction,
drawn from a resevoir inside.
But the anticipation of drawing near to you from a distance,
always started an inner voice to sing.
Like nature's messenger's singing their stories celebrating spring,
proclaiming a familiar friend is returning,
after the long winter season that lingered too long.
Once a year this day comes,
Lights flash with the sounds of the drums,
It's the New Year,
Use happiness to reach for the cure.
Bring joy 2012 today,
As the dragon brings the year to stay.
Care to those making poems,
Living life in each and every homes.
January 23rd makes history,
Be joyful in the way you see.
Traditions lay on the date,
Making the zodiac be fate,
Big dragons, big smiles, it's New Years day,
Happy New Year as they say.
Red brings fortunes,
With hope assuring everyone as wins.
Bright dancers to celebrate,
Stay up for New Years starts late.
Bringing forward for the memories to come,
New ways and new things to humm.
Bright flowers bloom to thee,
To the streets all people flow to see,
The show of time in lifes all over,
Luck be brought like a four leaf clover,
Spirits living fee in time,
Making sense of the poem; the rhyme.
The gragon year has finally made it,
The clock ticks, we wait; we sit.
Lighting up the symbols with fire,
Walking with elements of dire.
So it's the New Year today,
I send great wishes towards your way.
Connecting dots as stars so near; yet so far,
Seeing the brightest of all; the North star.
Happy days for our 2012 time,
Saving the words for the beat of the rhyme.
This card is for what the New Year has on its way,
Each of us putting our cards into play.
Happy New Year for it's the dragons time to steer,
Watching close to each person; each peer.
This day comes once, so play,
Lets celebrate for it leaves fast; please stay,
Happy New Year-hope all stays well,
As one keeps wisdom the cover of our life; the shell.
I've got a cold,
I`ve got sniffles and sneezes.
I`ve got chills and fever,
Because of the breezes,
That whistle around,
The eaves of my house,
Causing all to take cover,
Be it kin, cat or mouse.
I`ve vbeen dipped in the pond,
Called Misery.
Been sittin`here thinkinn`,
Pore pitiful me.
Can`t humm a tune,
To chase `way my blues,
Cause I lost my voice,
And my ears are plugged too.
The season of rains,
Is on us again,
And though we have need of them,
They bring with them,
The colds and the flu,
Of the ending of Summer,
And I don`t have to tell you,
It`s really a bummer.
Judy Ball
My head hurts, I`m dizzy,
I ache,
This ain`t no cold,
I got the flu.
(sigh)
hummingbird inspects
the epitome of nature
delight within peace
From beaming yellow,
To violent red,
Skin peels like the pages of a book of some unloved fate,
Groaning under the flow of the mistimed shower,
Both optimistic and naive,
Grass blades pierce like shards of shimmering glass,
As i lay.
The humm of a hidden chorus in the green soothes my wounds,
Performers flee,
Twisting and darting away from nothing it seems,
Only to find the red over and over,
Feet like a drum-line..
A wry little smile cracks in the irony,
For here i shall stay.
I think I will continue to write nonsense
As I said it is my favorite subject
Why do you miss someone when that person is not here?
Do you see him/her?
Are you sure you are in love?
Would you be out of love?
Running with the wind eh?
When are you running without the wind?
Lol
Lost your mind
Let me find it for you
It’s around here somewhere
Just thinking about me?
Why? Would I be that hard?
Running through the danger zone?
Do
Would you know what color are my eyes?
How would you know?
So alive, are you?
When are you not?
Wish you can stop the clock?
Well you can do that right now
Uhhh you feel like you are on top of the world?
Tell me what does it feel like?
Dud duh I am listening to music sorry
It said “what something good can hurt so bad?”
Humm wonder how
It said “wonder who is crying now?”
I wonder too
It said “your love can never die”
Can love die?
Lol anyway, I have too much fun with this
I will stop when I get tired of it
In the mean time you guys have to suffer
I feel for ya
Haha