light lamb frolicking
the pasture is her playground
smiles from her fans
farmer does his chores
chop chop chop says his loud axe
day in the country
Categories:
chop chop, animal,
Form: Haiku
I cut a mango.
Oh no, where did my hand go.
Fingers In a cup.
Categories:
chop chop, food, fruit, funny, silly,
Form: Haiku
visit your neighbors
often you’ll wear out welcome
telling lies unwise
~
metaphoric yet
as so harmful as hitting
them with an ax,---chop
~
chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
wounding them spoken mouth as
swords kills with arrow
12/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
Categories:
chop chop, analogy, anxiety, confusion, perspective,
Form: Haiku
Cream Rises, Work Smarter
Miracle Man
8/28/2024
When doing any job, work smart, don’t stop
My mothers advice, “Cream rises to the top”
Her advice seemed sound,
and to it I became bound,
And at fifty-six I retired early chop chop.
Categories:
chop chop, retirement, truth, work,
Form: Limerick
Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood
Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back
Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could
Body sways and she prays for air to catch
Then she see it lurch, lips grotesque, “Snack”
Another step, “Come back,” hairbreadth snatch
Her screams echo through the trees, crack
Snap, tearing of tendon and chop chop hack
Careful where thy wander for under the covers,
a monster hovers, in wait, to tear rip and peel
and ribbon flesh from bone, you and your lover
Boogeyman emerges burst reanimates ashes
Looking for little boys and girls souls to steal
Rictus cadaver of a mannequin after he bashes
Your brains in with his talons, meaty meal
to this manifestation that’s not fiction but real
That creak in the floor above the sound below,
in the basement or the scratches in the walls,
he’s there waiting to lick lather eel eyes aglow
take you some where dark and festering calls
He is your fear shhh dear he’s here feel that
Too late for you I’m afraid he sees you
And what he sees he ceases and disappears
Categories:
chop chop, dark, evil, gothic, horror,
Form: Rhyme
I hear him knocking.
No matter. I will not let him in.
The tree exploding with sound -
better that it’s not my siding.
The cluckity…clucking,
I don’t mind, as long as
the woodpecker stays off the periphery.
His sound inviting, but he’s not invited in.
His sharp beak, hacking away.
His bright, red head endlessly bobbing.
This is no bobbing for apples.
Chisel…chisel…chop…chop.
I can take the noise as long as he doesn’t exploit his choice.
For he confers with the squirrels
to burrow into my Winter walls.
They’ve been fixed.
Don’t be up to your nasty tricks,
your antics or you’ll be in a fix.
Thank you, for now….wait! What!?
Suddenly and expectantly,
with sudden urgency, like the drilling for oil, the cruel
headbanger searching for gold…fool’s gold.
The shining objects, with owl shapes, can only deter to a point.
Smart critter listens for the creak of the front door. He’ll fly away,
then circle back and drill some more. I love the fall,
but not the fowl feathers…
Categories:
chop chop, bird,
Form: Free verse
the class
of summer fifty five
left to ply
their business lives
the office partners just two
pens pencils nearly-new
clerking the lowest
of the low
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
down the cellar
my steps did wend
scuttle filled fires to tend
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
wait-on
tea-break brews'
in a stew
bellow the back-office crew
one more task
to get done
for the partner's son
another errand no time to chat
he'd forgotten the fish
for his wife's cat
then
the switchboard clicked
the doorbell chimed
skills to learn juggle prioritise
which to choose to attend
mail in the tray
still to send
whew!
nearly five knock-off time
in view
just one task still to do
fetch the 'boss's evening news
was this really
the career to choose
Categories:
chop chop, nostalgia, youth,
Form: Bio
OFFICE BOY
the class
of summer fifty five
left to ply
their business lives
the office partners just two
pens pencils nearly-new
clerking the lowest
of the low
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
down the cellar
my steps did wend
scuttle filled fires to tend
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
Categories:
chop chop, work, youth,
Form: Rhyme
going to a new place where flowers bloom
you have a taste for flounder and shrimp scampi
i have a taste for scallops and coconut shrimp
i say rice and cheddar biscuits
you say lobster potatoes and baked beans
we are now at home with everything
i look all over for the cookbook
of course you find it in under five seconds
we laugh at that for a spell
we wash our hands throughly and begin cooking our special little feast
chop chop chop
whisk whisk whisk
shake shake shake
clank clank clank
michael franks is setting the cool, calm mood
open goes the oven
we smile at our impromptu mess of achievement
you then come closer to me and bury your head in my chest and take in the hemp and lavendar soap
i myself take in your fresh scent of calm waters
though we are far from each other's type, we worked to find Love in the center of an unexpected Common Ground
while waiting for the food to finish cooking, we relax, rejoice, and enjoy the comforting company of each other
Categories:
chop chop, happy, love,
Form: Free verse
Dad went to the woods to cut down a Christmas tree,
but it did not fit in the house any which way you see;
so, he cut off the sides and cut off the top_
that year we had a square Christmas tree, chop chop !
___________________
December 23, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/O, Christmas Tree
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1415-768-23
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Funny Christmas
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 01/09/2022
Second Place
Categories:
chop chop, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Another day, gotta keep at it ,
Play the role of Ms Smiley face,
Dust myself up and put on the mask ,
And thus put on a good show,
Cause they shouldn't know,
Why should they know about behind the scenes,
Whilst they enjoy too much of what's on the screen,
Chop chop now they wanna laugh,
Remember your comedy lines,
Don't disappoint, you were appointed for this role,
And you play your part so well that they pick you out for other roles,
And you've mastered all of them ,
Counselor of all crisis.
You can’t risk sneaking them behind the scenes ,
Cause they'll never look at you with admirence again.
Gotta keep the welcomed appearance,
The performance with an ambiance,
Keep the audience warm ,
Cause nobody's gonna glance your way once they know who's behind the actor.
Categories:
chop chop, anxiety, character, feelings,
Form: Free verse
the class
of summer fifty five
left to ply
their business lives
the office partners just two
pens pencils nearly-new
clerking the lowest
of the low
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
down the cellar
my steps did wend
scuttle filled fires to tend
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
wait-on
tea-break brews'
in a stew
bellow the back-office crew
one more task
to get done
for the partner's son
another errand no time to chat
he'd forgotten the fish
for his wife's cat
then
the switchboard clicked
the doorbell chimed
skills to learn juggle prioritise
which to choose to attend
mail in the tray
still to send
whew!
nearly five knock-off time
in view
just one task still to do
fetch the 'boss's evening news
was this really
the career to choose
Categories:
chop chop, business, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Tree canopy
Thick and green
Full of singing birds
And chattering monkeys.
Thick underbrush
Rustles at a touch
Be careful what you eat
It could be deadly.
Rushing rivers flow
Thousands of plants grow
Animals right where you can’t see
A wonderland to me.
A distant whirring sound
A tree drops to the ground
Where I once heard monkey’s chatter
Now I hear machine’s clatter
Chop Chop Chopping
More illegal logging
Don’t they understand
This is my wonderland?
Categories:
chop chop, 8th grade, animal,
Form: Free verse
‘Twas dark in the lane and into the drain
Glistening rivulets, crimson again
Feeble the lamplight as light the rain spits
Revealing the gore of a human in bits
Rising, the bile of a nightmarish shock
Spatter the ground as from the next block
A sound from the door of the eight till late shop
A howl and a screech and a chop, chop, CHOP!
Leaden the legs that refuse to advance
As ghostly the figures that from the shop dance
Gaining in substance and portending grief
Evil the grin that exposes the teeth
A ghoul and a demon, each wielding a chopper
Has to be said that each looks a copper
He paid with his blood for his evil resistance...
No mask and no hand gel and no Social distance
Categories:
chop chop, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Chop , Chop
On the double
You are not in the army now sonny
Categories:
chop chop, slam,
Form: Free verse
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