Way down low under the roots of the wild fern bush trees
There is an elfin village name of O’Brien Cee Threes.
Human giants do not know of this village way down low.
We are hidden under violets where the wee people glow.
O’Brien Cee Threes houses elves, faeries and brownies too.
Once in a while we will confiscate a large giant’s shoe.
If his foot be big enough, an apartment house can be made.
We fey love apartments down in this tiny wholesome glade.
Once upon a dream time, a giant threw out a teapot.
The Sandersons who had six children drew the lucky lot.
They have fixed that teapot into the cutest house of all.
We are all safe in O’Brien Cee Threes, where the dew doth fall.
Categories:
cee, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Cee Cnvironment
crazy cameras celebrate carelessly
cool categories celebrate casually
those the cute combinations celebrate kindly
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the caring communications celebrate cautiously
so cold communities celebrate crazily
as the clean competitions celebrate cowardly
Those the calm completions celebrate cold clearly
7/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Categories:
cee, celebration, environment,
Form: Alliteration
I vibrate on a higher frequency, I try to hold myself to a higher decency, sometimes it's hard not to go into creep mode, but I try my best and stick to the G code
I ask myself what would I want my son to do in situations I face, but the trick is not to ever have my son in the situations I face, daddy was a anomaly I might have used up all his luck, so I have to be the advice in his head if ever he feels stuck, I have to be there to pull him out like a personal tow truck
Looking in the mirror & seeing your real reflection for the first time can be epic, but if you are living like a dirt bag you may feel septic, what I see when I look is a misguided King but a King nonetheless, I'll get the kingdom back in order no question because I'm blessed
When the war within is fought & won, I won't need confirmation I know I AM the chosen one, enemies will be welcomed with a open arm, my chakras are aligned you can bring me no harm, you may not be able to see it now but we are the same God, when we get together & form Voltron we'll have a unstoppable squad
Categories:
cee, beautiful, black african american,
Form: Narrative
YESTERDAY TURNED INSIDE-OUT BY DOUBT
There once was the past
A past that couldn’t last
Nor to fasten fast
There once was a yesterday
A yesterday that said yes to the merriment in the middle of the month of May
Yesterday
There once were dreams
Dreams misbegotten by misery and maudlin moonbeams
There were dreams
There once were hopes
Hopes reigned in by unrelenting ropes
There once was a tomorrow
A tomorrow tumultuous and tormented by sorrow
There once came an end
An end when beauty and a beast came to blend
And then there is today
A tawdry today
A today torturous and tremulous by nature and way
Yes, that is, indeed………..
An indiscreet today
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Categories:
cee, angst,
Form: Monorhyme
LIKE THE SONG
All of them are unforgettable
Each in her own way
Now I face the regrettable
And what remorselessness has to say
Their names are etched upon my heart
As their faces fade to misty darkness wrought
Fate and the future played well their part
While by callousness was I taught
I shouldn’t have said or done that to her
My soul should have ruled that out
But far too often does a farewell occur
As I left them all drowning in a sea of doubt
Youth calloused my soul as blisters formed
Blisters and boils to suffer I
Outside and within me thunder stormed
And woe to the way I made those poor women cry
I was hardened as selfishness ruled
While tried I to temper that steel might bend
As a woman’s wit with wisdom dueled
Until I caused another unforgettable end
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Categories:
cee, angst,
Form: Quatern
ONLY FOR THEE
What sweet song shall your eyes sing to me?
What harmonious music shall your heart bring to me?
What song today will bless the fact that I awoke?
And what rhythm will you urge after the robin spoke?
What angelic sound shall bless my ears?
Music only this man who loves you hears
With every syllable is born a beautiful note
As you make E minor and A major float
What flute like sound shall you induce?
And what harmony shall your lovely voice produce?
What church organ sound will be your choice?
You, my sweet, born with a golden voice
So tell me my sweet, or rather sing me a song
Any song that could never be too long
Sing of happiness, joy and being lonely for me
But please, most of all, sing forever only for me
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Categories:
cee, romantic, song, sound, me,
Form: Quatrain
A LADY NAMED RECLAMATION
The lady I met on a street where sweat and hostility abounds
a lady who swore she'd lead me to higher grounds
she wore no masks, but swore to be my reclamation
and wipe away the memory of my condemnation
the lady I met on a ship crossing raging seas
swore she'd teach me how to pray upon my knees
and if we should be confronted by brotherhood declined
she'd cleans my soul, my body and mind
the lady I met promised to release me from where sin prevails
the same lady who wore no silken lies,no masks nor veils
I heard the words she spoke and her defined declaration
because all I really prayed for was my reclamation
the lady I met promised me from the very start
to rid me of a sinful soul and a broken and bitter heart
and after years of her preaching about holy inspiration
the lady truly became my reclamation
© 2013 © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
cee, religious, me, me,
Form: Quatrain
TOO OFTEN A COFFIN
I’ve faced the familiarity of faded fascination
I’ve let the loveliness of a lady become unspoken
I’ve examined the exclamation mark of exhilaration
And let beauty allow my blackened heart to be broken
I have haunted harbors and arbors alike
I’ve searched for the most perfect rose ever grown
I’ve seen ships stranded by too many a dike
And allowed lost loves to leave me alone
I’ve cried in crevices of cruelty and brutality
I’ve crawled through canyons so unkind
I’ve negated the nature of negative neutrality
With maudlin memories that mesmerize my mind
I’ve faced the fading of infatuation
And lamented the loss of love too often
I’ve ignored the aroma of arduous ardor’s creation
And have remembrances that will follow me into my coffin
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Categories:
cee, angst, me,
Form: Quatrain
TORO TORTURED
I never want another dream to enter my head
If necessary I’ll never again enter my bed
Of late my dreams are all of dreariness and dread
And rather than dream I’d rather be dead
Why, beg I, must I dream every night,
only to awake amidst misery and fright?
With my eyes opened wide all my dreams have been denied
And a diabolical demon held mass when they died
There is thunder in my dreams to shake me awake
And my heart is for midnight quite alone to break
In my dreams lovers all take their leave
And that’s just another reason I fear the eve
So what I must do is like lasso my dreams
Rope them to the ground under mystic moonbeams
In the middle of midnight’s rodeo are dreams of bloody gore
And it seems that the sunshine never settles the score
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE….~.free cee!~
Categories:
cee, angst, dream, dream,
Form: Quatrain
SEHGUH ASIL
Both of us were very well fed by a flame
Each gaze made right what once seemed so wrong
You gave me a gift and I was never the same
It was the gift of lyrics, music and song
But finally I have a freshly found fact, indeed
Information you may not know
It is a fact my fate has decreed
As you stroll with unawareness in tow
It’s about words as they relate to music and notes
Specifically the songs you bestowed upon me
A dozen fine tunes with a flute that floats
While waves of wonder flowed upon me
The lady lilts lyrics that are razor sharp
As the syncopation slices my flesh and soul
I pray to a piccolo while my heart hears the harp
And when she voices vibrato I’m pacified whether for a half-note or whole
So I merely care to point something out
About the intricacy of what a man like me learns
Each song is a scene that demands I should pout
and sadly the song now conveys why our flame no longer burns
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Categories:
cee, angst, romance, song, song,
Form: Quatrain
THE EYES OF REVERENCE
Not like a mother’s life for her child
Nor anything crazy or wild
Just a man’s love for the woman who saved him
And secured the walls before his life caved in
Not like a sister’s love for her brother
But a lover of mine like no other
The warmth of her hand when mine grows cold
A woman worth more to me than platinum or gold
Not like a lover you love and finally leave
Just a woman who makes me believe
I now have a belief that a woman can love me
And doesn’t hold the threat of losing her above me
Just a man who sees a woman whose eyes tell a tale
Her eyes reflect a concern I find reverent and regale
A lady who never wavers when I do something dumb
a woman who forgives my need for drugs and wretched rum
not like a mother, a sister or relative of any kind
just the kind of lady I thought I’d never find
a person to say softened things that put me at ease
and the words “forever” and “love” are my only pleas
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Categories:
cee, romantic, for her, me,
Form: Quatrain
AN INCREDULOUS COWARD COW-TOWING TO CRUCIFIXION
Mine is a crisis of Christ or crucifixion
Holiness or hell
Religion or retribution
A martyr or barter for a beast
Benevolence or blood
St. Luke or sins to rebuke
St. Paul or a fall from grace
St. John or be gone
Joy or a Judas kiss
Bliss or be remiss
Bow or cow-tow to torment now
Silk and satin or Satan
A dove or the loss of God’s love
Justice or no justification
Following a righteous faction or friction
Christ or crucifixion
I am someone less fact than fiction
A man who abandons Christ in favor of crucifixion
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Categories:
cee, angst, religion,
Form: Free verse
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance,” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a lady more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band like sanctified oil
And to the lady all of us became forever loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class while the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself couldn’t refute
My eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding the lovely lady made my heart race
She danced me into a dream of loveliness and lace
While the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang something about undying delight
But then I heard four words thcat dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced 'this is the final dance of the night”
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Categories:
cee, dance, romance,
Form: Quatrain
TO MY MARILYN:
MY LOVER DOES
MY LOVER DOES LIFT ME UNTO THE SKY
MY LOVER DOES LIFT ME WHERE ANGELS FLY
MY LOVER DOES MAKE EACH DAY EASIER THAN IT COULD
AND IF I COULD REPAY HER FOR ALL THIS I CERTAINLY WOULD
BUT FAVORS SUCH AS HERS AREN'T EASY TO COME BY
SINCE MY LOVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLEETINGLY FLY
SHE TAUGHT ME WHAT TRUE LOVE OUGHT TO BE ABOUT
AND SHE DID SO AND LEFT ME WITH VERY LITTLE DOUBT
MY LOVER DOES CARE FOR ME AND EASES EACH PAIN AND ACHE
AND MINE IS A HEART SHE WOULD NEVER THINK TO BREAK
I AWAKE EACH DAY WITH THE SURETY THAT SHE'LL ALWAYS BE THERE
THERE TO COMFORT ME AND MAKE EACH DAY EASIER TO BEAR
MY LOVER MAKES THE SUN COME OUT AND CHASES THE CLOUDS AWAY
AND SUDDENLY APPEARS A CURILEAN BLUE SKY FROM GRAY
BECAUSE MY LOVER DOES WHAT OTHERS CANNOT
AND I THANK THE LORD FOR HIS WONDROUS PLOT
MY LOVER DOES WHAT SHE DOES BEST
SHE GRANTS ME, EACH NIGHT, THE GIFT OF PERFECT REST
MY LOVER DOES SO MANY THINGS FOR ME AND SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY
AND ONE OF THOSE THINGS IS TO LIFT ME UNTO THE SKY
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Categories:
cee, angel, day, me, day,
Form: Quatrain
ROMEO AND OH, WHAT'S HER NAME
The only thing I know about love is how to say goodbye
I recall us meeting in a little park and you seemed so shy
You laughed when a duck waddled over your naked toes
and I pictured you with ribbons, buds and bows
we spoke the day away with ambient ambition
talking about penance and contrition
I heard the words from lips that seemed so true
and that day's wondrous gift for me was you
from the park we made our way to an old coffee shop
it was well past midnight as an old gentlemen pushed
a mop
we spoke about the world and the state it's in
and how penance and contrition come after sin
I loved you in a Romeo and Juliet kind of way
and will always remember that very first day
as certain as I am that birds can fly and then come to die
all i've ever learned from love is how to say goodbye
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Categories:
cee, angst, old, love, old,
Form: Quatrain
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