Best Thinkin Poems
The baby doesn't have so many deep thoughts
He's too young
All he needs is: Love, food, sleep, play and clean diapers
I think he needs a clean diaper right now ... > @ ... <
(a few minutes later)
His best smile
when confidence bubbles
You know, humor can open many doors
A twinkle in his eye - no one can resist
The boy who charms the world
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09.05.2019
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Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Picture # 4
8th place in the contest
Whatcha Thinkin?
by Barbara C. Agarwal
If you're thinkin 'bout me
Then I'll let you be.
But you're thinkin 'bout her
I'm gonna change your thinkin, Sir:
Kiss you all around
And up n down til you beg me
Beg me for more sugar--
Sugar sweeter than mercy--
You'll beg me for your brain,
Beg me to recall your own name,
Beg me—you'll see--'gonna,
'Gonna make your mind whir,
'Gonna do one thing for sure, Sir:
'Gonna letcha make my body purr
So you just think about me,
And no more thinkin bout her--
You know what?
Guess what I got
And no I’m not wet
But you can guess
I'm hyper, bit kiper,and niper,
La, la I got a dirty diaper
12/21/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
(picture A)
If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation. Sightless definitions of this word are blinded by each smile I spot; with each frown crowned by the beauties of anger, especially how your nose fringes up
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by the nature of the sun, can I be the sky which holds your shine, clouded by smiles, when I hear the blues of your voice, especially when we caught in heated arguments of topics that lights up smartness, logic, intelligence, causing my hand to scratch mind thinking (like what do I say to that), securing my heart with a key of marvelling sparks; cause man... I have met my match.
DAM YOU BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a woman’s carves, can I be the driver of the car which explores these hills; drifting my every touch with care.... cause I don’t want to crash. If I do crash then don’t worry; I insured my sit belt is on tight... in a nutshell I’m saying, if my temptatious hands move so slightly to another waist, that’s just to make time pass, because I do know where and who is my real hour shape glass. The sands of your time beach up my water as I sea and say
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a walk, can I be the path way in which you leave foot printed traces of your ambiance on, imprinted in me solidly. Some say a girl who talks and walks what she stands for is legit, but I say... it’s the beauty of her walk that tells the stories of her ambitions, dreams, success, learnt lessons, life experiences, visions, and her future. Just for a second imagine how it will feel; just walking and holding hands with you.
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If I could sing, I would James Blunt this track for you constantly, but I rather light up the Refar and blunt up, in order to imagine something as great as or greater than your beauty. Although no matter how high I get my escalation intertwines beauty with your relations
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
Lebron Spirits
My mum and dad are over there
Waving my bottle without a care
They know its making me mad
But say I’m still a handsome lad
My eyes are on that prize
They say I need to rise
Up on my hands and knees
But I think I’m going to sneeze
There’s a tickle in my nose
Reaching way down to my toes
Something happening in my nappy
They will say is really crappy
My mum is smiling at me
As she sits and drinks her tea
Now I’m wriggling in this mess
I wonder should I confess
For it’s really not very nice
Yet they still try to entice
I’ve to do something called crawl
When all I want to do is bawl
I wonder if I cry
Will I stop having to try
For I am now very frustrated
This they should have anticipated
Maybe dad will pick me up
I’ll drink my bottle before I burp
Then I can have my nap
As I sit upon his lap
19/1/19
Photo B
Baby Face What's You THINKIN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
The silly man wants me to smile.
Been making faces for a while.
My mom and dad are standing by
just grinning hoping I won’t cry.
I’m ill. I’m tired. I missed my nap.
Just filled my diaper full of crap.
I’m hungry too. Smile? I will NOT!
Don’t care if pictures cost a lot.
Cooperate with y’all? No way!
My picture won’t be made today.
So—diaper change and bottle, please.
We’re going home. Get out your keys!
Photo B
December 20, 2018, entered in James Edward Lee Sr's contest
Just thinkin about this past year has taught me a few things, new rules to live by. In life we put off doing until tomorrow-next week-next year, and why is this? Maybe we are busy-feel we do not have the time-need more money,
the list goes on and on.
I will wait no more, I am doing.
I saw first hand how short time is, time for me and for others. I will wait no more, it needs to be done today. Tomorrow will not come for many, I want my life more complete. New rules to live by, today is my day so enjoy it.
Date Written:12/26/2020
9 Place JUST THINKIN.......Contest
Judged:1/5/2021 Sponsored by: John lawless
Stinkin Thinkin
11/08/2018
Help me I’m sinking
What am I thinking
Confusion... contempt
My energy spent
Life precious and singular
Pulsing crimson jugular
Bodies vital life blood
Emotional damage flood
Throbbing throughout vein
Unrelenting torrential rain
Exploding under strain
Too many images contain
Life force seeping... drain
Perniciousness on brain
Why here today remain
write'n up a theory of the universe
why the hell not you only live once
the math is actually a little difficult
but concepts are philosophical fun
and your mind's reality mechanics
the worlds basic building nuts bolts
of which we as tools are perceivers
shaping this time lapse analog view
of a fractal energy field beyond real
conscious perceptions as imaginary
topological geometry that goes by
our senses yet not our imagination
because the concepts held are real
wrt our existence as consciousness
in a philosophical world conundrum
where-in thinking may be as being
but that in itself isn't as awareness
in which all but insights are dreams
and common sense is the only plan
stan sand
The thoughts are in my hand/my canvas is the world/i wish that they understood/that you
are more than a girl/that are divinity/more than an amenity/more than penetration/more
than sexual frustration/more like a mystery/more like a work of pure creativity/more like
an angel/ look from my angle/ its magical//I wish i was your dictator/so you wouldn't take
me lightly/seriously you seriously excite me/an truth be told/this biz gets old/this world
gets cold/i want to fold/but i keep my poker face//and steady my hand/and write a plan/of
how i will capture love in my hand/and keep it/and hide it/and watch it/and admire it/sure
fire it/seems to be/but like lightning/when will it strike// so i wait and i wonder/with
lightning comes thunder/i hear but see nothing/missing what i'm wanting/an frustration
builds like a wall//yet i plot//yet i wait// this wall becomes a fortress/this fortress a
dungeon/an i have fallen captor to my own master plan//
Look at this face
I am so angry
gonna throw my dummy out my pram!
You point that thing in my face
its bright lights flash in my eyes
‘watch the birdie’
but I’m not daft ...
we don’t have a bird
‘ Coochie cooh, say cheese’
arghhhhhhh give me a break
I just want mum’s boobie
You want me to smile
but I’ve just woken up
and I’ve got a crappy nappy
Dad, you look so stoooopid
pulling silly faces
doing a ‘dad dance’
can’t you see you ploys won’t work
Dad you’re just a silly jerk
N/A in Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr
submitted to I Got a Darn NA Again Poetry Contest
sponsored by LuLoo
Image 1 chosen
5/31/19
Think i need a husband who does not speak
not a word nor a squeak,
Don't want a husband who is bleak
but a husband for when I'm weak...
He could pick me up and rock me in his arms
to be carried away with his voiceless charms.
Indeed yes a husband who does whisper,
he would be the perfect Mister...
Husband.
Gee Wiz, Jike’s she has gotta be joking, not another bath, not another soaking
Look in my eyes woman, can’t you see, all this bathing lark, it just ain’t me
I don’t do the bubbles, the yellow duck and so, I don’t do the sponge thing
Let me go
Give me back to daddy, he knows what I adore
Rolling on the dusty rug and laying on the floor
I don’t do the splash stuff, the warm wet and wipe dry
Give me back to daddy or I am gonna cry
Baby Face, whats you THINKIN contest
Pic E or number 5
Sponsor Edward Lee Sr,
3/01/2019
Nobody understands but me and you, they think I'm still young and have no idea what I'm
getting myself into, every night I fall asleep and every day I wake up your the only
person that stays on my mind. If they knew you like I knew you they MAY have a different
aspect of you but since they don't they say it's young love and it'll never last. I love
you like an obsession to chocolate and my deepest of love cannot be expressed in words;
the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, your soothing voice make me feel secure as long
as I'm with you. I pray to heaven for someone like you I cried everynight that my prayer
would go through and in my wait I was sent this angel so loving and caring. Just in the
nick of time when I thought my world was spinning out of control you came and restored
balance to my unbalanced life; the biggest moment of my life will soon begin and they
think I'm about to make the biggest mistake of my life by making the biggest step there is
to make. If they could feel what I felt they might not think that, but since they can't
they will never know the things I know that everyday of my life I'm thinkin about you.
I am only seven months old and I wonder
What will they feed me today
Will it be carrots yuck I ate those yesterday
Will it be pudding nope, dad just ate that today
I wonder when they will change me
This pee and poop stinks
Can they not hear me crying I will crank it up a notch
That dumb TV’s to loud
What is that spinning over me head
My eyes are going round and round
They think I am laughing but I am about to throw up
Who put this dumb thing over my head
They keep throwing me up into the air
Do they think I am some kind of toy
They better not drop me I am fragile you see
If they break me they will be sorry
I have no lifetime warranty
Another bath do they think I am a fish
What is that powder they are putting on me
My eyes are so tired I can’t keep them open
That’s okay we can do this all again, I wake up every four hours
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Name of Contest: Baby Face what’s you thinking
Date Created: 01/21/2019
Using Face #E
1st Place