Best So So Poems
So many poems
so few poets
so many
so few
one less now
my heart bleeds
In-between
the empty spaces
sadness sleeps
Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable
Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He begins to sing carols at the top of his voice
I put up with the din… I don’t have much choice!
The last to arrive are old Gladys and Bert
Bert always wears his distasteful Santa shirt
Gladys walks through the door and starts to moan
I wish Bert would leave the old cow at home!
She whines from the moment she removes her coat
And heads for the sofa and grabs the remote
Demanding she has her dinner on her knee -
There’s some crap on the TV that she wants to see
I politely tell Gladys the dinner table is set
And the film will be repeated of that you can bet
So she sits at the table and picks at her starter
then moans very loudly to poor Uncle Arthur
The table’s soon laden with wonderful food
But Gladys is seething, she’s so blinking rude
She says the turkey’s tasteless and it's bone dry
So I pass her the gravy and I try not to cry
Bert finishes the bowl of chestnuts and sprouts
He’ll be passing foul wind in copious amounts
After rich figgy pud he crams in six mince pies …
It’s no wonder he’s gross with huge wobbly thighs
They descend on me each and every year
And eat all my food my wine and my beer
Then we open the gifts that lie under the tree
As per usual they bring just one present for me
Gladys has knitted me a horrendous jumper
it's two sizes too large, I just want to thump her
I dutifully put in on and I feign my delight …
but it will be in the rubbish bin later tonight!
At three we watch The Queen on the telly
Bert’s farting begins; the room gets so smelly
Within minute’s they’re snoring away in their chair
I retreat to the kitchen and silently swear
By the time they wake up all the dishes are done
The doorbell rings; thank god their taxi has come!
This is the LAST time they'll take advantage of me …
Cos I've booked a yule cruise on the Caribbean sea!
Fiction write
12/14/17
~So - So The Clown ~
( Unmetered Quatrain)
So - So the Clown
He's a very happy fellow
He never wears a frown
But he doesn't like to milk a cow.
He likes to play upside-down,
With his very cute puppy, chowchow,
And in every event, he gets a crown,
And he doesn't know why and how.
So - So the Clown,
Likes to wears stilts to grow,
And then he's so funny he takes a vow,
And thumps! He falls, all the way facedown.
Everybody loves So - So the Clown,
And he knows of his job, all the knows and how,
That's why, all they call him So - So the Clown,
But he doesn't care, about that somehow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
October.02.2016
I count the hours,
and I count the days.
Oh how much I miss you,
to pass the time I even count the ways.
I miss your voice,
I miss your touch.
I miss your soft hair,
And I miss the face,
That I love so much.
How to describe it,
There is no way.
I walk all around,
In a permanent daze.
I long to feel,
Your soft warm embrace.
And to see a sexy smile,
Upon your face.
I will not sleep,
Won't close an eye.
Until I know you're home,
Safe and alive.
While you're far away,
And I am ok
I think of you out there,
In danger and alone.
This is the life before me you've chosen,
And I can't change your mind.
You've found your inner bravery,
And now I must find mine.
I miss you so much,
To the moon and the stars.
And this feeling will go on,
Until you're safe in my arms.
~ So -so The Clown~
(Triel)
So-so the clown
He couldn't just step down
He laughed, sang songs which sounded all wrong
Then, oh no! his pants did fall, suspenders not strong.
Pants went down
Folks just laughed, some did frown
So-so the clown ran, slid on his skate,
folks amazed when So-so flew and fell on his plate.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.19.2016
Lives are so like books.
So readily torn apart.
Books are so like lives.
(January 2022)
So and So, So Much.
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
Nor so vague as unguessable
the intangible
more so or less the language
we re-touch
the blurred outline with
Not so much as unguessable
the soft luggage
more so that ill-defined
as much
more so the ephemeral baggage
of its mist out lined
to blind
As much as so much pretense
to be clear
the tongue loves whispers
with so much of truth
in as much of inhalation
yet so much as much joy
it speaks
and more
but does nothing less.
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
So sleeping the selfish makes so much satisfactory
and as such so much of life
to live your life
is all that is made so readily.
The amplitude is empty
as such left as it was
by an unaccounted for yesterday
and yesterday when so much was left to be that much
but never more than that
as such.
Not so much as untouchable not so much
more so
as completely and utterly
out of touch.
So sleepily the selfish makes all so much
and thinks that is all so much
satisfactory.
Such an ill-defined love
by non committal.
In a field vaguely lit by summer moon,
of dark blue pierced with light,
her sweet madness nearly drove him to his.
Beautiful as freshly fallen winter snow,
lit by starlight and sorrow,
he sings to her to assuage his own pain.
His songs are of summer evenings,
dark flowers,
worlds they'd journeyed,
the things he had seen.
His murmured ballad brings tears to dark conquering eyes,
voice sighing around her.
He longs for the time she melted into him,
changing his life forever.
In the snow of rose petals,
he weeps on her shoulder and sings.
She hums along,
the story so familiar to her.
She would remember little of the golden stars,
he knew,
even less of the unfathomable space and time.
He had seen eternal tempests,
devouring the yellow-gold of suns,
heartbreaking dawns of pearl and sapphire.
He had lost everything and nothing,
yet the thing that rent his life in half,
sat quietly now,
leaning against him and listening to his song.
Crying for things she could not remember.
S haping humanity
O ut of themselves
C onflicting
I ndividuals
E go
T ime after time
Y et no one blames us just society, which we all are
SO SO SOUL GOOD TO ME
He’s been, His soul spirit has been good, good to me
He’s been so, so, soul is good to me
My God, today, Jesus has been
He’s been so, so soul good to me
He’s so good to me that I don’t know have I ever made it without Him
He’s so good to me that I can’t believe he loves me no matter how I feel or what I’ve done
Jesus, is so, so, so good to me;
Soul, so, so good to me
He’s soul, so soul good to me
And I wanna be real cause he’s
Royal, righteous, contagious
My God and Jesus are so able
Places food and drink at my table
There’re So, so good to me
My God is so, so, soul good to me
Because I am His son
Because you are His daughter
He’s so good to me that I don’t know how I ever made it without Him now
He’s so good to me that I can’t believe he loves me no matter how I feel
I know he’s real
My God is (Jesus is) so, so, so good to me
3/16/06
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
From anthology “ENTER IN’
I am so George Carlin, I am so Carol Burnet.
I am so Lenny Bruce, I am so Lucile Ball Arnaz.
I have a question for all of you So Everybody Else.
Why can't you be So You absolutely unique to yourself"?
I would never say, "I am So So and So."
I might say, "I aspire to go further than So and So had a chance to go."
There is nothing wrong with admiring and being inspired by somebody,
but when you assimilate them to the point where you lose your identity,
you are stagnating yourself and limiting the potential of your abilities.
Don't tell me how similar you are to somebody else.
Show me how unique and special you are with your knowledgeable wealth.
My God has been He's been
so, so so good to me
My God has been so so so good to me
My God has been so so so good to me
My God has been so so good to me
My God is so so so good to me
It was early early early one morning.
That I woke up and I heard you calling my name
I listened to your voice as I prayed
And I realize it was morning
So I rose praising
I am talking and singing
You're my God, and you've been
You have been so good to me
I said you are my God
Good God Almighty and you've been so so good to me
Because I'm getting up I rise
Open my eyes
And I see around me
All the things that you created
The atmosphere of the oxygen for the world the heavens above
The trees leave the pollen the bees everything is yours It's yours all you made is yours, yours
And I'm so glad that you are my God
And that you created a Son to take away the sins that I've done
Lord, I'm so thankful that you are my God my God
And you've been so so good so so so good to me
to me
You are my God my God, and you be so good so so good to me
Remind me, God, you're my God my God
You're my God my God you have been good my God you're my God my God, and you've been so so good to me
Hallelujah and Amen
7/29/74
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Alton Adkins & James Edward Lee 1974
Your soul is yours
And it also belongs
To the Lord
and God has breath the spirit inside you
in your soul O' and your soul is so so soul so beautiful
Your soul, your soul is so
So, so beautiful
Your soul is yours
And it also, belongs to the Lord
as God has breath His breath breathes His spirit inside you
In your soul, your so, so beautiful
Your soul, your soul is so...
So, so beautiful
5/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
From forthcoming Anthology "God You Are More Than a Song"
Lily of the valley
Old barn scenery
Wheatfields cotton Dust Bunny
Running cross the greens
Heavenly Morning Glory
Evening prayer dawn I am grateful fall of these things that go on and on and on and all and all and all and all...
I AM SO GRATEFUL
4/3/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
"It is so, so it is
I know way before
Deeper, deepest inside from above through and below
It is so, so it is
It is real, more than a feel
Is is so, so it is
Express agreement
Emphasized that so it’ true
Cause truth rest in truth
Stands above not beneath
All awe, intrusive agreement affirmation
"That’s the way it is,"
Or "that's what I heard too."
It is a way of acknowledging the statement
And indicating agreement with it
It is so, so it is
"It is so" is a phrase used to expressed agreement
And so to emphasize some things are true or certain.
"That’s the way it is,"
Or "that's what I heard too."
It is a way
of acknowledging the statement
Halleluiah,---
It is so, so it is
Halleluiah,---
It is so, so it is
It is so, so it is"
1/25/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©