We’re bicycling; we’re bicycling.
With the wind we fly -
an open road ahead of us;
above us azure sky.
To the country we will go,
pedaling with zeal.
Fields of grains we’re going past.
Alive and free we feel.
Chorus:
Oh, isn’t this a thing of bliss
to do on such a day like this?
To travel far with great companions!
By afternoon, we’ll see the canyons.
And then, we’ll have to turn around
to happily be homeward bound.
We’re bicycling; we’re bicycling.
See ahead the hill!
Be happy since it's going down,
that hill’s now a thrill.
There’s so much fun beneath the sun.
It’s like we’re in flight.
Breathe fresh air and relish nature’s
every sound and sight.
Chorus:
Oh, isn’t this a thing of bliss
to do on such a day like this?
To travel far with great companions!
By afternoon, we’ll see the canyons.
And then, we’ll have to turn around
to happily be homeward bound.
Besides my writing poetry, my hobbies now are few
though in the past were many things that I liked to do -
like bicycling, swimming, and playing ping pong too.
But with most things physical, my body now is through.
Current health conditions have me lying down or seated,
which means my biggest hobby always gets repeated
daily, and never is my love for it depleted.
Oh, the many series in my life that I’ve completed!
I do things on the internet but mostly it’s TV
that I’m addicted to -maybe since the age of three!
I love the many programs and movies that I see.
Yes, watching the old boob tube is A-ok with me.
For the sun has taken the sail, painting the sky a tapestry of emotions.
The wind wafted through my hair, making it dance to its rhythm.
The trees pranced like a cheer squad, shaking their poms poms
Streets hummed the melody, a melody so still yet so unique
Humans like little sticks walking around, their daily routine
Seizing their grocery bags, screaming each others name, bicycling around
Honking their cars, jogging and fixing their homes such deafening sound
A girl standing in the middle of the life need to get a move on
Takes a step and wishes for the best
My circle is of
fruitflies, houseflies, mosquitos
squirrels, chipmunks, possums
spiders, crickets, ants
parakeets, seagulls, geese
This dance is absent without you
hair, glasses, smile
shirt, pants, shoes
laugh, giggle, talk
Together we were one
hugs, handholding, cuddles
rollerblading, bicycling, racquetball
car rides, lighthouses, kayaking
fishing, dinners, parenting
Thursday, November 4, 2021
When did those girls of childhood disappear,
Those wearing shorts, summer tans, jelly smears.
Who, loving paper dolls, hours of fun,
sported Band-Aids on knees like ev'ry one!
Those girls loving mysteries, Kick the Can,
roller skates, sleep-overs, movie star fans;
playing dolls, bicycling in soft moonlight.
They're gone forever: grew up overnight.
Idyllic summer days, lightning at night;
telling ghost stories that gave awful fright!
Strawberry shortcakes, bigger than our eyes:
disappeared joys that our lives once comprised.
A long-lost time: childhood's magical place;
gone to make room for our children's embrace.
I love plenty green grass growing with flowers
fireflies flickering at shows at nighttime
their bio-luminescence internal night-lights flashing
people pleasuring by the beach with hot sunny sun-tanning
builders are there on many beaches with wet sandy sandcastles
swimmers are swimming; snorkelers are submerged in blue water
sun has illuminated many bike trails for mountain-bike bicycling
sunrays light up parks to have some fun of festive fraternizing
days are longer with sunsets a glow of lavender tinge and orange
4th, July has multi foods of tasty outdoor tender barbequing
summer sun brings out short-sleeves boasters bulging biceps
freedoms a most pleasurable thing of this most seasonal season
He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021
Riding tricycles and swimming.
Bicycling madly on Chicago streets.
Ah, dear Lord, life was deliciously sweet!
Christmas time glowed in Elmwood Park.
That huge white flocked tree.
We all are here, but lost our fun-loving, Brucie!
Cheering for the Bears at great Soldier's Field,
Or the times at Cubs Park?
At night on swings in the warm, starry dark.
KiddieLand and Riverview, too.
The laughter and the endless joys.
We were truly good little girls and boys.
Now on my inner journey to a most blessed past.
The ongoing wonder of growing up to achieve.
But most significantly, we were taught to believe!
If a gardenia could only speak of our fragrant young days...
I am only here to tell you, I love you.
And each one, an invaluable soul,in my view!
Love and Merry Memories!
~ Cousin P ~
12-22-2020
A tribute to all my cousins.
Merry Christmas
Holiday Hugs
All about me my name is James Edward Lee Sr forwards to describe me our love of humanity patience peace peacekeeper
My family members are our daughters Carshra and Carprina son James Edward Lee Jr ranch children LeiNal Williams and Carlin Williams a few of my favorite sports and games are Nebraska football why got family ties Go Big Red, Williams sisters tennis, bicycling Also did I mentioned Let me tell you about pets I love them but of yet I don't have any now Three things that make me happy are general peace, freedoms, two new grandchildren being alive and well. My favorite subjects are reading, poems and songwriting, math, quality assurance matters My favorite fun places I like to go to our churches gospel religious concerts, books and comic stores. I like to eat mostly anything {new things now eating more healthy} some fun not many people know about me is my general love for humanity for children bless the children...
11/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
even at the beginning
the bicycling soon to
be broom riding hag
hates Toto the most
and near the ending
scene the soon to be
turned to water witch
is worried where Toto
is and yet he escapes
slides smoothly out
he's got the moves
doing what he does
doggie love
she kisses
him and he
licks her some
ain't doggie
do what
doggie
does
From bottles, to cartons and cans
Can't we do better than that, man?
From paper to plastic, then to recycling
Let us now go from motor cars to bicycling
Bicycling through space;
I passed meteors.
I asked, please refrain;
From chipping my home;
It’s called, Planet Earth.
Lyrids, said “sure”;
Persids, too and
Taurids agreed
With my request.
But, the strays
I heard say,
“well...perhaps”.
With charm
I did
Win.
Reach there
I have been told win your heart
Learn to live being as simple toddler
I know I’m most keen to be that
Others are learning why stern enough!
Ears are brimming hearing always lessons
Gentleness is the path for superb
Nodding head I contemplate within
Difficult to measure for me that in
I cannot say aliens they are
Because they play game here to defeat me first
Boarded penalties within the heart
Pats me always take long deep sighs
A one they remain who won the race
Not using trickery by their vest
Bicycling, motor race are not same
Speed differs explicitly to reach first
So to say what to say I have no depth
Other measure me you are best
Velocity lagged me in the run of life
Simplicity stood being invulnerable wealth
Grey hair in temple welcomes faith
Which rooted being pillar for set
Me like genuine dropped votes of faith
The dawn will bring peaceful breath.
One day there is, win in case
Eyes can ooze love of success
Brothers can feel a lot a lot alive
If you met mortal death before reach.
03/09/2014/
sit down & try to explain
to someone who doesn’t
hold a creative flair, just
what it is like to walk, talk,
breathe, sing, eat, sleep,
lick, touch, grope, grab,
fondling, ****ing, attending
casual events with, dancing
with, picnicking with,
driving for long rides, boating
for short rides, flying,
bicycling, working working
working working working
(for money, not pleasure)
ALL WITH YOUR REAL
WORK ON YOUR MIND
(and by real work, this
writer means “artwork,”
what others write off as a
hobby, what others see a
grown adult as spending so
much energy on absolutely
nothing)---try & explain
that this commitment is
stronger than any bond
between humans, try &
explain that this is how
you function, try & explain
that this work is your
girlfriend, boyfriend, spouse &
next of kin, try & explain
that without it you would
be throwing Molotovs or
driving nails into your temples
with a nail gun, try & explain
that you are not the first,
that you are not original in
this dedication, try & explain
that this is a way of life, not
something you do on
weekend to pass the time until
you die, try & explain all this
& you will probably get
nowhere, but it was fun trying,
no?
I was looking down at the waves
bicycling along Salerno.
A sea-breeze is the air
from the seafront to the mountain
in every corner of the city.
Passing people enjoy the stroll
being born in a city to be rich.
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