the fire was just getting started when we phoned it in to the captain’s house
He came running with a badger, a monkey, a chipmunk and a mouse
Can they get it out? Asked the homeowners, anxious indeed about this
Better call in McDuck, said two volunteers – Willie and Wiss
McDuck brought the large fire engine, from Number Nine
He left his feed at the fancy pond restaurant where he dines.
But being the captain, he is used to leaving lots of good feed on a plate.
Weirdly enough, he brought his goody bag, and Dinah, his date.
It was a a close call;
Twas a misstep I almost fall;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
Despite of the rederick;
I held on to the positives;
Night to dawn:
Shines so bright;
Lightly drinks the fawn;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
In the dark sun sleeps;
As the awaken moon soul dance;
When goes the moon to sleep as well;
The sun shines wakes up and prance;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
It was a a close call;
Twas a misstep I almost fall;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
2/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Possible seventy-nine-degree high today
A day to twirl, and dance and play.
I am saying to everyone I feel sick. We should all be home.
Drawing pictures, planting flowers, writing a poem.
My boss comes in, but sneakily, like a cat. I do not see her coming.
I am in a giddy mood, people are dancing and humming
We have had a rough winter. We are slap-happy now.
We love this weather, the sun-kind that you plow.
It will be eighty-four tomorrow someone else chimes in.
I have an idea; it makes my silly mouth grin.
Let’s all call in sick, I wisely suggest, and very smartly say.
I turn and see my boss’s shocked face, the end of this fun and lively play.
I will call in sick on Monday. It is Monday after all.
No. Too obvious.
I shall call in sick on Tuesday.
Cannot this Tuesday though, paperwork is due.
I will definitely call in sick on Wednesday.
That is my least favorite day because we stay for a boring meeting, an extra hour. Better not. This is a pattern the boss might recognize.
Thursday? No good. I have a meeting all day.
This will be a fantastic time to write poetry, cartoon, and meet new friends.
Friday? That would be silly. We only work 7.5 hours and we have a weekend.
No one believes anyone is ever really sick on a Friday any way.
Here is a novel idea.
Why not save these sick days for times I really am sick?
Why do you do why we wait?
Love of love is love when it is day four.
Now if the thinking of the past will be out of.
The mind then why do you regret it?
Forgetting how we now cut off the day and night?
You just tell me now that this is question.
Or the distance between the distances is that this Wall,
Do something like we were together now.
Or let us tell you, how you do not love us?
Heart also asks me this question daily with you.
Why do you do why we wait?
Love of love is love when it is day four?
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun
Tho clouds may punish with storms on the ground
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found.
Tho clouds may generate storms on the ground
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive.
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
From that river of pain with a helping hand
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive
As mankind pursues truth all over the land.
From that river of pain with a helping hand
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As mankind pursues truth all over the land
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun.
Hello sir how are you today
Yesterday was the last day
You yelled at me
And made the humanity in me want to flee
You called me stupid and worthless
How rude of you and selfish
I have thoughts and feelings
And after yesterday im left reeling
I dont know who I am anymore
But I don't want revenge or to settle the score
Im calling in missing until I find myself.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Flashing from the side of the ditch.
Holding out the rain, trying so hard
to rot whatever it touches.
Curses to the sun
that drying *****,
flooding the world with her harsh light.
Waking all the thinking neurons.
Firing together, they hold the promise of death.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Fast drain the clear expectancies of family,
borrowed sanity with debts to pay
forming alliances, with reverence for some,
placation for none.
Cairns long erected will go down for sure
tumble or crumble
the directions are set, no fanatic speeches will stop the flow
of the rotting water
It will saturate the sills on all the windows.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Pity the sap still runs.
The corn yet grows;
where death counts twice
and admires your consumption.
let us know
before you go
and walk out the door
we love you so
as a friend
CALL IN
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