Goodbye Dolly
we do sigh Dolly
No we cry and also smile
For a while parted
We’ll see you later Dolly
at Heaven’s gate Dolly
Off the country charts uncharted
Are you singing with the angels
You are loved Dolly
Can’t believe your absence Dolly
By golly I feel old
Bowled over when life flips over
Goodbye Dolly
See you later Dolly
We do cry and smile
We do sigh Dolly…
I'm very good at it
-- running that is:
Most my adult life
seems to have been
a treadmill of sorts:
Morning Gush. Got to love
those subway jousts! All us
elbow warriors fencing for
optimum position, wanting
fast entrance and propelled
retreat.
Elevating to the running-board of
city sidewalks and streets...step to the flow
or be bowled over, trampled upon. Tires, Florsheim, Nike, high heels~
They all mark deeply!
(Evening rush escape no less a trek)
Joggers make me laugh
heartily! Roadside exhibitionists,
inhaling deeply everyone’s
filth. I swear, that If there are
schedules and timetables in heaven,
God inadvertently has given
the Devil but another tempting card
to play.
No I'm not stumped by a Cricket test
so here's my pitch
which creased me up it's my best
by the contender
who hit one for six the incumbent he
who shall not be named
(begins with 'T')
was bowled over and out
in 2020
of that there is no doubt
for by all scores
and there were plenty
(more than 81 million votes take note)
and what's more
based on his batting average
as a matter of fact
the latter was on a sticky wicket
and as for his later behaviour
no it's just not cricket
Sue, girly snail with eyes of blue
Your charm has bowled over bull frog Drew
He wants to court you, to truly woo
Sorry, said the snail, but my love grew
For another creature, a moth named Woo
But Woo had his eye on his cousin Curly Sue
A caterpillar who was fairly new
A love song that most of us never knew
Keeping this quiet was Drew and Sue
Embarrassed and a bit upset too
Eva’s daily excitement was boundless
Her enthusiasm wore out her beaus.
At first they were bowled over with fascination
By the girl who bounded around the room laughing.
Eventually her mania either wore off or wore thin.
The beaus fell out of love with her, and she hunted them.
They began hiding in their mama’s houses, under beds.
Sometimes she fished them out, her lunacy always intact.
(I only thought about becoming a serial killer)
I am laid back even when
Standing on the loped off shoulders
Jereremy the ant
Jeff the ant
All the j
Auntie dissed establishment tarry
I like ism’s
Rembering my romance with
Shakespeare get Gogh
paint my words with S paces
nearly fillled
Along ago there was a go
Why isn’t it jiant
I got flow
that’s
Below
low
shall
Owned
Dethroned
the choking chicken
Bone
Stop bre ………………. dths
Breath threads
History……….. …………………………. Me
It’s left and right side
Sipping like a teacup sip
slipped the rice
In bowled over
Yet
teY be knotted
oar not two bees
Take it ease
ly squeezely
like flies
wiped by the breeze
she was his blind date
he was fearful she might be like the others
she was more than any of them had ever been
he watched her from the café window
knowing she was better than him
realizing she was a queen
knowing he was not a king
the rain made sense now
another disappointment
she was way too good for him
he nearly left,
but his grandmother’s whisper made him stay
give her a chance, she said
let her show you her goodness
he was amazed by her beauty
and her lovely personality
totally in love now
almost too bowled over to speak
she took this as a sign of strength
he reminded her of her father
they had more dates
less grayscale, more colorful
she was his everything
he was in love
?It was a winter morning and still was a little dark...
I just woke up from my drowse, hearing my dog's bark...
Down in my backyard as I saw, all there was smog...
In the center lay a big hole, as if dug by some mighty groundhog...
It was a ladder that was rooted, in the depths of my land...
And the thunders up the sky felt like a metal band...
The ladder was some inclined, like the hour hand of seven...
It stretched beyond the clouds as if it were the route to heaven...
I thought that my time had come, to climb the stairs up the sky...
My mind showed me the faces, whom I will make cry...
I could not move my feet, for a moment I felt it was broken...
That thing got me bowled over, and now I am awoken...
It was a sleep in my sleep, I had that quiver in my breath...
Maybe I have just felt, what's the edge of death...
The hybrid flower was something to smell and see
I had no idea such a delicate floral could ever be
I was excited at the fragrance, it bowled over me.
And to think it was pollinated by my Uncle Lee!
The body-personal will be achieving little today.
Today is a too tight T-shirt.
Bloat and insomnia
have measured and found soft round toads
croaking in the swamp of being.
There are squawky
oral articulations in dry joints.
A fate has made its presence known
revealing pre-set mousetraps
strewn upon the path of well laid plans;
it warns obliquely of dentures mechanically
nibbling on stale cheese.
Knowing the hours will belch
and empty-out air that could have
breathed new life into words,
Perceiving that chattering mind-children
will cross the distracted mind
without a crossing guard,
be bowled over, squashed, spread
over neural highways,
their scant electric membranes
dissolving and denuded
leaving a sticky residue
over the body personal...
then that body
must retire and regroup
into a proto-cognizance,
a glow of phosphorescence
too primal to be snared,
yet able to predict
when it can get out of itself -
hopefully.
I am in love. I’m pretty sure now.
I keep getting lost in the labyrinths of my mind,
thinking about you, wondering how to connect with you
again. I stop working at times, trying hard not to
fall for you even more every single day.
But I know I’m a gone case,
totally bowled over
by you.
Our relationship defies all norms,
I hear you around me all the time, looking deeper
into your meaning of this new feeling I’ve got. I stop in
my tracks when I read something that reminds me
of our inseparable bond. No one can tear
us apart. Not now, not ever.
We are born to be
together.
Yes, I’m totally in love with you.
It’s a wonderful thing,
this love, it has
changed me.
Our kinship
will bloom and
evolve into something
beautiful, I got a gut feeling about us.
Let me introduce you to my friends
so that they too may
fall in love
with you.
Yes, I’m in love…
…with words.
06.26.2021
For Charles Messina's "Surprise me" contest
households lurch
creak unmoored
hulls rocking
the twang of whip lashed rigging
as electric wires stretch
pull up clods
yards of plantings
where once roots clutched
bricked-up aluminum
long jacked-up boards
swirl and bloat
bed-springs shiver off
unwinding sheets
the dumbfounded foaming
of absconding pillows
bedrooms fall out
of plunging submarines
chests and draws
shedding a put away sundry
then the roll and billow
baffle and muddle
the face-up exposure
of everyday innards
sweeps by
riding the backbones
of the up-turned
the bowled over
hard to fathom
that a river of storm clouds
could move all this
manifold clutter
the cheesy and cherished
dumping down clumps
into wet clay models
of any new address
AWE WITH YOU
I am amazed
Filled with astonishment
Surprised
Filled with amazement
And I'm in awe with you
Of all of the things you do
I am in awe with you, I am in awe with you
I'm astounded startled
Filled with wonder
Lost for words
Discomposed
None of this has to do with luck
Stunned thunderstruck
And I'm in awe with you
Of all of the things you do
I am in awe with you, I am in awe with you
Unable to believe one's eyes and ears
Wonder struck shaken up
Taken aback flabbergasted
Dazed filled with awe
I was bewildered bemused
Flummoxed floored knocked for six
Bowled over Lord God blown away
Mercy me I'm gobsmacked staggered
I'm in awe, in awe, in awe ahhhh...
Lord God, I am in awe with you
And I'm in awe with you
Of all of the things you do
I am in awe with you, I am in awe with you
3/21/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?
You’re one in a melon, sweet sugar pie,
forbidden fruit I find so appeeling.
Cherry on the cake, apple of my eye.
Has there bean love? Don’t berry the feeling.
It’s a big dill and takes two to mango.
I’d sacri-rice all because you compleat me.
You oat to love me. Peas, love miso!
Just food for thought. Chew that fat with your tea.
I have so mushroom in my heart for you.
A pizza your heart? Say yes, honey - DEW!
Dec. 28, 2017 for Viv Wigley's Food Fight Poetry Contest
Bowled over completely
By the sight of flowers
Beside the babbling brook
Breathtakingly adorned
Balancing on tiptoes
Before my eyes, poised like
Bolshoi ballerinas.
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Contest: Pleiades- B
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 2nd
15th August, 2016
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