Old peddler wanted a new home design.
He hired Mable, a decorator, and all was fine.
Until she decided to redecorate him too.
I don’t want to change he said, I am ninety-two.
Mable was forceful, she did not hear the word no.
She took lots of his money, and created some woe.
He sits outside his house now, for it reminds him of her.
A bossy overbearing woman, who felt like a bur.
Froggy pulled the cork and it made a loud bang
The rest of the party yelled “oh my!” and “dang!”
Champagne for everyone, he yelled into the fray
Liquor does not suit me said persnickety Kay.
Kay would ruin a party no matter how much fun.
She always brought a dourness to try and pull the sun.
Froggy rolled his eyes, irritated he had to invite her.
But his mother had insisted, this was his only bur.
Ignore her, said his wife, pull another cork, old man.
He pulled another cork and yelled at cousin Dan.
Let’s light those fire works and really celebrate ’25.
Now things were cooking, they were truly full alive.
They stole my election,
Everybody knows I won,
But they’ll all pay for it
When justice is really done.
I’m super rich said Trump,
Bur the money is all mine
There’s no way i’ll use it
Paying an illegal fine.
I need it for my campaign
To return to the Presidency
Then better watch out
Anybidy who opposed me
I’m not a vindictive person
Just sometimes I go wild
But what do you expect
I”ve the intellect of a child.
I’ll put ‘em all in prison
Make their sentence hard
While those January rebels
Will receives a just reward.
I’ll be Prezz of the US of A
Land of the brave and free
But i’ll butt kick all those
Who disagreed with me.
I’m St. Donald the Super Rich
One of old Vlad’s mates
And I’ll use his methods
When I’m Prez of the States.
Land of the immigrant free,
Land of the brave and bold,
Provided they all see sense
And all do just as they’re told.
Look here there is a rose here
Beside me so velvet to my touch!
Should I cherish a rose this much?
This rose beautiful as she?! How
Is this to be? Wondrous in all
Sensuality basic of extremes? This
Rose causes my heart destabilization
Oh!! Obliteration! My heart My heart!
Cardiac DEVESTATION! I am just
Realizing in my gardening is she!
Most fascinating. Most greatly our
Fates be entwined. Is this rose my
First love? I. I Can NOT say. It is just
A flower. Bur SHE A ROSE! From
Dirt of EARTH! and clothed with
Delicate essence of IMMORTAL
PRESENCE! aah! She IS ROSE!
YEAAAH! Whatever we're here
Together! My rose my rose. Only
I know so Well. My heart pounds
It sounds. aah know my rose or is
It a human being? My rose?
Emmitt Till buried next to my father
also unearthed next to my father
bur oaks cemetery Chicago Illinois
I never dreamed my death would be sought
For my American poetry severe corruption
ABUSE of power set my death
In the swamps to extort my American poetry
by Jamaican imposter's and a corrupt officers
niece my attacker my stalker severe repeat
violent offender seated with an arson murderer
Klansman craving my death finally murder me
and toss remains In with the alligators
Hillsborough river I must say I'm at peace
with this death because I will never ever stop
writing and allow a fatal attraction gain royalties
from my American poetry therefore I want
the world to know in thee event of my death
please check all the alligators in the swamp behind
my home for my remains and please allow open casket
as with Emmitt Till so the world can see how
I was murdered in America for my American poetry
She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine
She wore a pair of dirty ballet shoes
Practised plies down the stairs
Played the prima ballerina
With her ill judged airs
She caught a plane to Greenland
Because she though it nice
To drink her sloe gin
With fresh frozen ice
The very very last time that I saw her
She was doing long handstands
Riding naked on a surfboard
Off of Van Diemens land
I thoroughly cleaned and aired my house
Changed every lock on every door
Hoped she got the right message
Don’t come round any more
Sometimes I thought I might miss her
Bur then I quickly shook my head
Switched on the television
To watch a soap instead
She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine
Influencers
Miracle Man
8/7/2023
Each one is an influencer every day,
either with a positive or negative slant.
By the things we do or words we say,
We influence others and ideas implant.
Being an influencer is a marketing toy,
they line their pockets without sweating.
Many times, good looks, is used as a ploy,
to distract you from what you are getting.
Be an influencer for Jesus.
“Any time you think you have influence,
try ordering around someone else’s dog.”
The Cockle Bur
My first loves name was Connie
I'll confess that finally today
At first I didn't know it
until Beverly put us that way
Connie was mean and nasty
and to that I paid attention
I don't think I liked her at first
bur Beverly changed my oppinion
I was friends with her mother
who had a little house on Grey
It was there that I spent
most of my days
Never mind suspisions
it caught Beverlys gaze
I've never been fast at picking up
when girls would fall for me
I never thought that she had fell
But began to think like Beverly
From there love became
the biggest secret of mine
I'd never tell anyone
just kept it all inside
Being in love was lonely
Yet rejection I couldn't abide
The fuel for that burning fire
Low self esteem and pride
It's funny that at this moment
it tears me up inside
After 40 years of hideing
I'd finally comprimise
Once I knew a widow
who wasn't a widow long
I was stunned by knowing her
and thought that she was wrong
Love is an immortal thing
because of her I learned
I won't say I miss her
she's been gone for so long
but I'd still take
the last of our years
with old age, canes and pensions
So much I wish to do
But to myself I must always be true
Stepping above self doubt I feel
Close my eyes my nerves become steel
Just mustering up the will
So far I wish to go
So much I wish to know
First step is all it will take
A new life you could make
Meeting head on any fear
A open heart means an open ear
Daring to find your own way
In the robotic world of today
On different they frown
Put you down
Hard to step from
Bur still , so far I have come
Past the well from which I started
Kept going when all hope had parted
The fire
That fuels my desire
To reach ever hire
Burns deep
Even times I weep
Don't know
Still I go
Onwards
Fowards
Blazing my own trail
Can't fail.
Time will tell
God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!
God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?
Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!
And so the Tower kissed Nadir...
I saw the maples;
Chattering with the spruce;
Sparrows awaken;
Squirrels recused;
Running rapid;
Are those rabbits;
Dogs chasing still the cat up the tree;
God where are all the honey bees;
By the grave I saw the maples;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
I felt obliged to admire the Rameses;
~
The bur oak smiled;
As the trees of all kinds;
Lo! The sun dials;
Waves with the wind in the skies;
Do just only the butterflies mind;
For the maple leaves fallen down;
By the grave I saw the maples;
Onto the grounds are browned and dead;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
Tree, tree, trees;
Memories;
Dread;
~
Homeless one I am;
I guess under their shade I’ll be sleeping;
Living off the land;
Alone sleeping;
7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
COVID 19 CHRISTMAS CAROL SALUTE
I’ll stay home for Christmas with my family,
Wear my mask just like they ask, and wash hands frequently.
Christmas Eve will find me in a quarantine;
I’ll stay home for Christmas and wait for my vaccine
Tune—I’ll Be Home For Christmas
I’m dreaming of a fright Christmas
For everywhere that I may go,
Be it John or Mary, the virus carry,
And they just may never know.
I’m dreaming of a fright Christmas,
Stay every six feet that I might.
May some day be merry and bright,
And next Christmas not be full of fright.
Tune—I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas
COVID, the 19 virus, had a very sneaky way
Of getting in our country from a lab in China’s bay.
Now every other virus will be known by this same name;
No matter what folks die from, COVID now will be to blame.
Bur one hopeful Christmas Eve, Pfizer came to say,
“COVID with your deaths and fright, I will put you out tonight!”
Now many people love them, and they’re shouting out with glee,
“COVID, the 19 virus, soon you will be history!”
Tune—Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer
Grassy ponds heave
under the tread
of moss piglets.
Kraken of microscopic
significance,
fill the forms of waterbears.
Tardigrade leviathans
plod a sodden sod,
toil assiduously
in the marshy haze
until Bur-marigold
grow out
of their dead giant heads.
Trust in yourself
If you trust others, they do so
Out of self-interest
Not what is best for you.
To be a follower is dangerous
When you wake up naked
And nowhere to go but follow
The stream. Give up.
Making you unhappy and discontent
A deep-seated irritation
Of a loser who lost his way
By not listening to the inside voice
That made others miserable, bur gave
Your peace of mind.
You dared follow your path
And are not riches but the satisfaction
Of doing the right thing.
Somewhere there is hidden...
Amongst the walls protection from within.
The many secrets to a lifetime
And the courage for a battle win.
A battle of insecurities
Brought about by hate & greed.
A nation of nasty hunger
On which the richer bastards feed.
In government as they sit so wealthy
Getting richer by each day.
As us poor beings of their cruelty
Has no final word or say.
New laws to take more money
Taxing everything they can.
But be it if I had my way
It's their filthy rich pockets I would tan.
No rules nor votes get taken
Into account of how we individually feel.
Just another contradiction
Of what fats are truly real.
Bur I won't be a party
To be with the voters tribes.
I've used up all my energy on family
And its the most rewarding of all prides.
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