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Race starts, runs fast.
Horse darts, comes last.
nineth number of the alphabet
hasn't eyes yet it's C's
the I's have it, because I is in front of T
And letter C is numbered 3
For me... I's that Can't C-
09/04/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
On a hill exists a house of tards.
We send them now.. Our worst regards'
They listen to foreign powers..
They work dark stuff.!
We must now invoke the constitution
For we have all had enough.!
awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
apparently, an angelic apparition appeared
bedraggled beauty befuddling and beguiling Beau
crafty cadaverous creature credibly crème de la crème
deceptively decent, deferential, deliberately delicate
effortless easing efficacious etiquette and eloquence
fancied phantom fascinating fawns and fey in fairyland
"Custody Blues in C Minor"
(Disaster and Love as a Single Father)
One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed,
And the echo of her "I’m done with you"
Still knocking around in my head.
She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full of onesies and grief,
And now I rock my girl to sleep
to my own disbelief's sound.
She had dreams about the chandelier, I had a cough and a nightlight. I boil noodles with the baby in my arms,
Tryin’ not to piss God off.
Sometimes I wish for bourbon,
Sometimes I wish for death—
But then them little baby snores
Take the fire outta my breath.
There’s love in frozen waffles,
And hope in diaper pails—
Yeah, I lost the war of roses,
But I’m still standing in the hail.
Ain’t no lullaby for heartbreak,
Ain’t no handbook for regret—
But I’ll raise this girl on gravel roads
And pay off love’s damn debt.
What is your C.W.D.
Not all problems have to be negative.
Sense of self.
Self worth.
Sense of identity.
The real me.
Value of life.
Rejected from society.
Mental compulsion.
Going in circles.
Don’t forget O.C.D.
(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
Shattered dreams.
Holding on to the past.
Just a pen in hand.
Mistakes to learn.
End of a pencil has an eraser.
Become a new person.
The love of poetry.
Always writing.
Ink to documenting.
Wrestle with your thoughts.
Not always wrong.
Be strong.
Keep on writing.
This is my C.W.D.
And O.C.D.
Don’t beat yourself up.
A poet forever.
Compulsive Writing Disorder
Crunchy and crusty
Rippled chips
Ideally fragile
Salty
Providing a
Yummy snap
There is only one Eternal God
In Eternal God there are 3 Divine Persons
The Eternal Father
The Eternal Son
And the Eternal Holy Spirit
We may compare the 3 persons in 1 Eternal God
To 3 persons in human family
Father
Mother
And Child
But the big difference is that 3 persons in Eternal God are 1 Eternal God
The Blessed Trinity we mean 1 and the same Eternal God in 3 Divine Persons
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 20, 2025
Time Typed: 7:22pm
METRONOMY stressed sounds soliloquised
AUDITING
(I)nstilled
(Q)uestioning
ROCK'N ROLL backbeat dance treat
LOWRY stylised matchstick mensch
TANKA hiku horizontals plus distich diclosure
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