Constance was a hoarder.
Her life was out of order.
She lived in a mess
I must confess
I would not like to be a boarder.
Nobody could walk in the door,
Excrement and junk covered the floor,
She could not throw anything away,
She collected more rubbish each day,
Items she had no use for.
Constance fed the cat, dog and the rabbit,
Who all had disgusting habits
Which made the house smell
And it was a living hell,
For her neighbour, Mrs Crabbit.
There was no room to move in the house
Even the rats and flies, and mouse
Found it a squeeze
Made them all sneeze
Even the parrot had a louse.
Poor Constance had a compulsion,
She had a disorder and didn't have a notion,
How strange this would be
For you and me
When we showed our revulsion.
What a dreadful affliction
A hard-to-understand addiction
They need to change
But it's challenging to rearrange
And go in another direction.
(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)
Longboard Surfer Bro
Boogie Boarder Bro
Inner Tuber Bro
Sandcastle Kid I
Sandcastle 2 Knights
Rafters Board Longs
Boarder Boogied
Sandcast Crabby
Sun Run To Set
Boogied Laid
Sand Pile Up
Surging Surf
Footprints
In The
SAND
Dorothy had a stubborn opinionated doll named Mare.
Mare had a persnickety attitude, her nose in the air.
I am taking in boarders, she told the stunned Dorothy.
So far I have signed on two, with a possible three.
Dorothy was intimidated by this doll named Mare.
She told others, but they laughed, for they did not care.
How can I get rid of her? She asked her cousin, Jer.
He decided to talk to this creature, named Mare.
Jer ended up signing up to become a boarder too.
So now she had three for sure, said Sue.
Sue is Dorothy’s cousin who also tried.
But came away angry, with her hair all fried.
What happened to your hair? I asked mad Sue.
That doll gave me a bad perm, and I tipped her too!
Why would you tip her then? I asked Sue. How can that be?
Because, she told me, her scary attitude intimidated me.
~On the boarder of mine mistakes
I shutter I've fallen to the sounds,
grounds of mine beliefs I adhort to
say to the calling screams nevermore
to dream of those the tangled things
tangible things. Sweating bead...of
Perceptional drops of tears sore I am
the emotions of a guilt ridden-humanatee??
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
5/15/2024
Spring. Radiant gold rays of sunrise.
Sprinkles surprise from dramatic skies.
Swing heartbeat, flowering Spring,
Stir-up breathtaking flowering buds, it wrings and brings.
Plump long-eared, cotton-tailed bunnies jump,
Zigzag among the green grass and clover, bump
Among yellow daisies, daffodils, and lavender boarder way yonder.
A timeless swing dance among the dawn wonder.
2/29/2024
Fluffy white clouds in the smokey blue sky
Whilst eucalypts branch healthy and high,
Fuzzy reflections mirror and shade
Grandeur creations naturally made.
Gentle ripples boarder surrounds
Native low plants cluster close grounds,
Waterhole wonders here to behold
Breathtaking beautiful gold.
I saw a dazzling rose,
Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me.
She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard,
And punctured the cocoon of my innocence.
My heart burnt for a feel of her spangled petals,
My ferocious passions lost their sturdy grip on restraint as
I, like a pollen-famished bee, sniffed her whiff;
I gorged on her rosy scent, like a Don Quixote.
Then, I plucked her off the tribal bough;
And navigated the Nile River with her,
Tacked in the valves of my heart,
For a cross boarder allogamy.
What a welcome from my kinsfolk!
Furrows ridging the faces of my kinsmen,
Spittle of disgust masticating the hungry soils,
Grey beards wagging and waging a silent war;
Alien!
A house so old and ruined even the ghost moved out
shutter and boarder with the roof caved no doubt
decay and desolate not a vagrant dare
seek shelter over there
Once a proud house indeed
gave many families the home they did need
repaired and remodel throughout the years
life and love within this house was shared
The neighborhood declined
the house grew empty in time
abandon and left to rot
an eyesore time forgot
People just moved way
to better places they worked and stayed
deteriorated inside and out
schedule to be demolished no doubt
Abandon house and abandon souls
if no one cares no one knows
an empty lot where the grass grows tall
lost memories no longer recalled.
You are mine;
My sweet banana wine;
With you alone, I will dine;
For you are too fine.
She calls herself your big fan,
Mama says you are her son,
To me, you are my first plan,
From which I learn.
For you, I will sit on a boda boda
Just to cross this boarder,
To a land broader,
Where you will be my holder;
Before any doing,
I take the reading;
To be sure about my feeling;
That you are more worth than a shilling
Daddy calls you his heir,
Coach says you are the best player;
To them, you are just fair;
A reason I don’t want just an affair;
We could sit under the pine;
And discuss about the lines;
If you do not mind,
I can always call you mine.
The colorful times of cool warm autumn
Warm autumn breeze blown
Trees bark chap like lips burn
Mothers snuggle up with newborns
Green grass brown no longer shown
Ants scatter bees sucking blooms
Everything’s dying no spring zone
Fact of the matter is stone
Promises of squirrels planting nuts loan
Hearing chitter shatter rattles of groans
Warm autumn breeze blown
Trees bark chap like lips burn
Turning whirling whisk of cyclones
Boarder line tornadic paths unknown
Warm autumn breeze blown
Hummingbird trombone based beak
Tamable radiant sugar nectar sweets
Autumn fall trees multicolor leaves
Leaves orange, yellows, brown red
Notable tones overgrown alone bled
Warm autumn breeze blown
Trees bark chap like lips burn
Turning whirling whisk of cyclones
Boarder line tornadic paths unknown
The colorful times of cool warm autumn
10/25/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
the day the Russians
are pushed back past their boarder
there is already unrest in Moscow
and Russia's idea
to invade Ukraine
caused a civil war
on their own soil
pro Ukraine militants
taking over towns
as they prepare for
soviet implosion
hey I'm here
I'm an American
and I think this is just
what Putin needs
or has this been
the plan all along
to become a democracy
The birds have left the trees;
No longer is it warm now there's a cool/cold breeze
All of the barren limbs all the leaves
have gone...
Where are the birds now...
It's no longer spring or summer
Where have they flown now;
Where are those the birds in the skies;
All their departure
Up and left gone so
Heading south of the boarder, they have flown;
The ants and butterflies;
No longer roam nor fly now;
The grounds are now ridged and cold;
Where do all the ants and butterflies go;
When winter comes down...
It's no longer spring or summer
And all of the grounds no longer green now;
the grounds have harden midst the cold;
All their departure
Up and left gone so
Heading south of the boarder, they have gone?
12/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Them whom say he's a hoarder;
Juz-cuz he's buying things the same things over-and over;
Mattering’s my mind races just spiraling;
Going, going, moving on;
Spawns are the curses deemed;
Resources deem desponded bond;
Passionate are the dream;
So over bearing I consume so much I buy, buy, buy Why?
Boarder line hoarder purchases stacked toward the skies;
Just what are we looking for I’m expiring?
Midst calms justice’s screams;
Values costly rallies dreams;
Just ain't got no "enough"
Cuz, it's the end of the world ya know it!!
6/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
From when l wake untill l go to bed
Wheather boarder line or profound
These thoughts that are in my head
That constantly go round and round
Perhaps at times lm simply missread
But that dose not really anymore astowd
Even if l just simply play dumb or dead
It would seem then am l safe and sound
Though being carful where l then tread
Will l ever find some higher ground
Its like every single day l now dread
As by my thoughts l often feel bound
An exstension of poems a state of mind l against l
A state of comfusion ect
Ght
Words at times brief
Words never a full sentance
Words of relief
Words that bare referance
Words can be powerful
Words at times stark
Words can be hurtful
Words can leave their mark
Words not used that often
Words a whole vocabalary
Words left unspoken
Words of empaphy
Words on a great shrine
Words that spell doom !
Words profound or boarder line
Words that speak Volume!
An old poem l put on soup in 2012 thought update
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