“Dear Kurt
“It’s Patsy calling
this afternoon
I’m looking so forward
to seeing you soon
“The cloud next to mine
is now empty and free
Your wish was to someday
be right next to me
“In heaven everyone
sings like an angel
Harmony waits
our voices enabled
“This spot will stay open
till you call me back
Saint Peter’s inquiring
I’ll keep him on track
“I’ve heard your kind prayers
to the Lord for my soul
And thankful for every
new blessing extolled
(IMAGINE)
“A songstress and poet
in joyous refrain
Forever a duo
— as heaven ordains”
(From Patsy Cline: May, 2026)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The neon hums like a dying wasp~
flickers Roy Orbison in wounded pink,
while the gulf wind tongues
the screen door’s loose hinge.
A quarter rolls from my palm,
kisses the chrome throat
of a machine that remembers
Patsy Cline, but not my name.
Some nights, the bartender lets it play
the same cracked track~
Crazy—on loop till dawn,
while shrimp boats cough diesel
into the salt-thick dark.
I press B-17. The gears grind,
spit out a melody warped
by hurricane sweat,
by the weight of all the songs
it swallowed and never digested.
When the power fails,
the jukebox still glows~
a ghost lit by its own stubborn heat,
singing to the empty stools,
to the tide’s slow retreat.
Memories
of Formica
kitchens
And 2-burner
Hotpoint
stoves
Lipstick on
a menthol
butt
Costume
pearls
in rows
Perfume
from the
five and dime
Drive In’s
on the
field
A promise
made
a promise kept
And
love
— that time can’t steal
(Listening To Patsy Cline: July 4th, 2025)
GLAD RAGS--
Putting on them rags
Gladly being glad
Look N good (so good)
Be cookN
Glad rags I put on
Gladly I put on
My glad rags my gay apparel
So comforting and debonair
It’s so clear I am in cline
So fine
Putting on them rags
Gladly being glad
Glad rags I put on
Gladly I put on
My glad rags my gay apparel
So comforting and debonair
It’s so clear I am in cline
Me N my Glad rags
So fine
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
From anthology #1 SHASTA JAZZ Dedicated verse for Shasta Simms
Consider this title and all it's implications
for this is a sure word of testimony to God
this shows a great requirement of true faith
to believe in God's word, His divine sword
This is personally spoken with a message
one that points to a greater power
but this power is able to be true
being the creator who made an hour
There's a real conviction on display
for the statement of 'He will do'
shows real faith to follow forward
brings confidence to strike a blow
God can do great things for all peoples
but there must be a belief He can do so
be fervent in prayer hold on to His promises
then you'll be sure to strike a blow
Patsy Cline sings it so well
tells the gospel so ever in tune
brings good news to everyone
believe in God and fly over the moon
( This is based on Patsy Cline's great song " He will do for you what He has done for me")
When death sent out its calling card
the heavens came in view
Psalms to reach the Angel’s ears
one voice had broken through
Grace within her every word
each feeling soul infused
Patsy singing from above
—to bless the chosen few
(Remembering Patsy Cline: May, 2022)
Yeah I still shine
You’ve been out of line
I knew meeting intel was a sign
That imma be fine
Speeding down Cline
On the radio triple nine
Always moving forward no stoppin my grind
I learned to not be blind
To the opportunities infront of my eyes
Cash, Willie, Cline, and a
Coal Miner’s daughter sang
Classics with "Dolly" twang.
Crossover Taylor Swift,
Conway with Twitty wit,
Clint Black, Garth, Strait, McGraw,
Carrie, Blake: Love them all!
Oct. 14, 2020
for Joseph May's Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Grandma
I miss grandma’s house after school, grandma’s house after church, grandma’s house after a long days work. I miss them because they remind me of my grandma. Lemonade, cookie jars, jeopardy, aloe plants, banana pudding, ice tea, patsy cline and diet coke etc. all have memories that make me think of my Grandma.
Grandma is always giving
Here take this pillow take some food “take what you want.”
She wants you to have it
She just wants you to be happy.
Are you hungry? Let me make you something.
I am not hungry grandma. I say.
Grandma says: Let me make you something anyway.
Straight to the point is her way
Stop chewing your nails stop eating so much chocolate
Your face is breaking out! No girl is going to like that!
She cries when we leave, and cries when we arrive
Tears of joy and sadness she cannot hide.
Three words that define her are
Self-less, supportive, and loving
Grandma is the rock in our family
I want to tell you
We love you!
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~
I only know you as chlorophyll and sunshine,
Because I come from earth, mineral and dusk,
But I go beyond the here and now in cline,
Like armies go some place else, they must.
If you were dysentery I would lay with you,
And wake, needing to know about your waste,
I’ll disturb your genealogy and what you do,
And savour in my mouth your pleasant taste.
What you want to do is energy and cause,
And you’ll get there ‘cos you’ll cry and veer,
Seize my teeth or else they’ll offer applause,
Because I’m thinking of you always in here.
One moment, you,
Next second, you do,
In my room, yourself,
In my heart, health.
In the morning you wake me,
To my occupation you take me,
Day by day you make me,
Week by week you stake me.
I love you Darlin’.
23/3/2016
BY
STREET CRIES
I DONT SEE A WIFE IN MY NEAR FUTURE
TO BUSY BUILDING MY KIDS A FUTURE
FOCUS EMPIRE STATE OF MIND STREET CRIES
THEY SAY YOU ARE A PUNK IF YOU PUT YOUR HAND ON A WOMEN
SO WHAT DO YOU CALLED BEING PUNKED BY A WOMEN
I DONT WANT EITHER BEING COLD AS A DEEP FREEZER
CONFLICT LIKE STEAK AND A MEAT CLEAVER
THE WAR WE MAKE ISNT WORTH THE LOVE WE MAKE
I REPRESENT THE BLIND AS I WALK BY FAITH
ON THE IN CLINE DAY BY DAY
STILL I HAVE THIS PAIN THAT WONT GO AWAY
IS MY FATE NOT TO SEE YOUR FACE
NO MORE US LIGHTING UP THE PLACE
HOTEL SUITE WITH EXPENSIVE TASTE
I THOUGHT ME AND YOU WOULD RUN THIS RACE
INSTEAD ME AND YOU ARGUE AND I FEEL LIKE A DISGRACE
THAT DUDE JUST WAITING TO TAKE MY PLACE
I DONT HAVE TIME TO FUSS OR DEBATE
MY DESTINY IS CALLING ME AT A FAST PACE
I MUST ANSWER IT NO MATTER WITH IT TAKES
PLUS I RITHER LEAVE THEN SEE TEARS AND GRIEVE
KNOWING INSIDE MY HEART IT HURTS NO MATTER IF I STAY OR LEAVE
Slick Singing Sally
She was called slick singing Sally
In a big rally down in the valley
Where she swiftly started to sing
And she gave it her everything.
You ought to hear her voice vibrate
Was so great we could hardly wait
She sure seemed so tall and thin
We wanted her to come back again.
Her eyes with mine would entwine
She was not Sally but Patsy Cline
Every time she sang her number
Said she was quite a cute cucumber.
Guess what next thing we planned
Was being in Grand Old Opera land
And said that she'd do some teaching
So we would stop all our screeching.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Friends humor and play me
(They know I'm chra-zee)
Patsy sings blue
God I miss you
So lone-lee now
Never knew how
without you to cope
Losing false hope
that keeps me stumbling
nowhere, I hear rumbling
and mumbling of wraiths
Fading blind faith...
Need your cozy croon
Your comforting tune
Your old fashioned song
Don't seem to belong
anywhere anymore
You ache to my core
Why be so cruel
Why leave this old fool
alone with his fears
after too many years
Why leave me behind
to fumble and find
that smile in the den
that wide joyful grin
Can't look long your way
I wrench back away
to wander the tomb
of one vacant room
one made up bed
Are you really dead...
Tell me what to do
to replace my lost you
how to turn off our light
and sleep alone tonight
"Crazy": Written by Willie Nelson and performed by the late Patsy Cline
*This poem got an N/A in the contest 'Any Poem #32'
You kiss me blind
It takes me soaring out of mind.
Until you kiss me tasteless,
I am senseless,
Until your body I find,
I am helpless.
Got me wishing you were mine.
Now you know you are my weakness
And you know I can't help this.
We are part of the same design.
So leave our love to define,
This feeling of numbness,
Keeps me a cline.
Leaving me powerless,
I consign.
To everything that is you!
Now I know what you must be thinking
Our last kiss was long ago, a petty thing.
But it keeps my mind occupied..
Until you can leave me satisfied,
Take me back to the beginning,
Before I became enamored
With everything that is you.
By Nicholas A. Bello
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