jittery chittery flittery bats
rival comradery of crazy calico cats
persnickety rickety witches galore
their insane trickery greases that door
Sentiment peppermint calling to me
Halloween respite, Dracula’s revelry
chivalry slivalry rich reggie rack
enchanted jewelry slides quickly back
October magic surrounds my funny words
costumes of all sort, many of them absurd
a holiday that brings excitement to them in every way
jittery chittery flittery I am dancing in some kind of play
If we must shine, let it not like flies
Bright like the beautiful tune of butterflies,
While hunted by foes around the den of faeries,
Sing at us like hungry overfed dogs.
If we must shine, Aaa! Let it but mildly shine,
Even as we dance awaiting our unknown end
In truth, shall the rue yet monsters coy
For life still lives even if, it ends my friend!
My comradery! let’s then meet as we toy!
We may felt frightened yet again as we journey
Life is sweet with thorns in armour of bravery
And the million blows taste like honey!
That which lies is a choice of life or slavery?
Like lions we will face the cowardly fear!
Almost strangled to the wall, yet fighting to hear!
I was never part of a family
never on a team
never felt comradery
No one ever stood up for me
people bullied me
I was alone
Poor me
Poor me
Poor poor me
She held a pity party for herself daily
In the lunchroom at work
ruining lunch for the rest of us
All cheer and jollity are extinguished when she enters
poor her, poor her, poor poor poor whiney her
We started eating at our desks
Dear Poetry Soup,
I have known and enjoyed you since 2021
I decided this would be a lifetime connection
As you were personable, special and so much fun
When l first met you were friendly and comforting
You felt like home
But sadly you have changed of late
You are distant and our relationship is now unknown
Poets have become discontent and restless
As there is many a concern
A disconnect is now present
Many poets have left …vowed never to return
Sadly, you no longer feel the same ….as you once did
Comradery and connections have faded
Perhaps it is time for a change of ingredients
So the Soup is current, tasty and upgraded!
Christmas was always my big season of celebration
Because I taught school, and it was our semi-big break
Unless you count summers, which were terrific at eight weeks
I looked forward to the baking – candies, cookies, fudges, pies, cakes.
The comradery – family, friends, neighbors, even co-workers.
Everyone seems to be in a holiday mood mid December.
Hannukah, Kwanza and Christmas people friendlier than usual.
Exchanging gifts, giving out glittery cards, being a notch nicer.
I think the entire month of December should be celebrated for this reason.
My Lost Doll, My Best Friend of All.
Have you seen her
She's about ten inches tall.
Her hair is the color of honey,
Long beautiful curls,
She is so lucky.
In the corner she sat,
watching and cheering me on
And telling me this and that.
She always listened to my day,
We shared our secrets,
And kept others at bay.
Invited her friends over for tea
Gossiping, games and comradery
I miss her so dearly.
Who ever has her
Where ever she has went
This torment I can’t endure.
Please if you should see
My doll, my friend
Please bring her back to me.
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
Criticism's only good,
When it is carefully given,
And if and when it's used toward,
Some sought after stipend;
For it can often cause great pain,
Considering what must follow,
For it involves admitting faults,
A bitter pill to swallow;
For often few admit the faults,
Even to themselves,
That by chance could be their own,
And hide them on the shelf,
Way in back and in the dark,
In a corner of their mind,
Where even they can't see them,
And hope no one will find,
This tiny flaw in their veneer,
Of sparkling perfection,
Of their personality,
Their personal conception,
Of their own demeanor,
Their sense of dignity.
It's delicate and easily bruised,
So tread most carefully,
Or you mayhap could lose a friend,
And create enemies,
Where once you found acceptance,
And close comradery.
Alone it getting, everything for you
Setting the plan, all will come through
Process the trust, be born anew
Sleep from awaken, may experience deja vu
Alright be will you, when presented with the truth?
Shift in the energy, disruption of synergy
Dashed into entropy, concoction of misery
Repeating history, heartbreaking eulogies
Lack of comradery, and old commodities
Fear, everywhere, near, cover your ears
Despair, in the air, bear, show that you care
Go with the flow, grow, get in the know
Reap, what you sow, oh, fruits in a row
Transform, let it unfold, mold, it was foretold
Getting it alone, that’s what we try to do
Plan the setting, spiral when it goes askew
Trust the process, and evolve into the new
Awaken from sleep, there should be more than few
You will be alright, now that you know the truth
I want a chance to CREATE a carousel, choreographed by the different channels from my TV.
I want to HARVEST a freshly flourished garden of wildflowers, flowing free-willingly.
I want to ANCHOR our awesome attributes with astounding growth of ability.
I want to NAVIGATE notorious notions, from native nationalities.
I want to GRASP gigantic concepts, with a grip of reality,
I want to ENHANCE integration of exotic experiences efficiently and exponentially.
I want to chant CHANGE
with clever comradery.
Bounty so beautiful
it is beyond the horizon
a dream in reality
kaleidoscoped in brutality
as the sun rose and the moon shines
in the blackness of the void
divide consciousness blurred
so many angels scream
as humanity heralds
the one demon that stares at them
surrounds them with a choice yet
you heed his voice comradery camaraderie
Demon wails calling your name come here
11/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
All of us
Not just one of us
But each of us.
Is but a tiny droplet on the face of this world.
Wash your face and wash your hands of
Your fears of this.
We will survive
The enemy maybe invisible and has us surrounded
But we are all of us
Surviving each of us together.
This is how we adapt to survive.
We all now are refugees fleeing disaster.
Insatiable - Quest For Perfection historically
From The Republic of Plato's Socrates
Offspring with high intelligence, comradery
Athletic, science minded, co operative
Tailor made 8 cell diagnosis selects finest
Anxious embryo developer keen to accelerate
Pleasurable reflection held in liquid nitrogen
White gold filled syringe holder operates
Selective patronage of top notch chromosones
Sought out the prestige of Nobel Bank of Sperm
Files boasted outstanding bio father credentials
Mothers maintain reputation of ability to discern
Nobel's demise came in failure to maintain stock
Eugenics launched acceptance of IVF technology
Petered genius imput, deposits from general flock
Duped recipients faithfully awaited tiny prodigies
Varied outcomes, 215 proclaimed, now adults
Demonstrate unclear connection between elite
Genes giving invincible humans as sure result
Driven by nurture to thrive, rationale incomplete
9th September 2020
Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor
Clutching At Straws
A teeny tiny itsy bitsy faerie door
With a small red heart and a joyful feel about it
Welcomed travelers
Elves, gnomes, dwarfs, frogs, mice and bats
Entered the faerie door at one time
Eating a meal or sharing a laugh
The spirit on the other side of the faerie door
Kept things simple – staples stocked, so they could fix a meal.
Beds made with comfortable fluffy blankets and fresh washed pillows.
She was used to keeping things neat and tidy.
They came when they needed to, and they left after a bit.
She enjoyed their laughter, their joy, their comradery.
They never met their benefactor but they all felt her presence
One of those powerful fey entities who stays out of sight
But is ever present.
If you find this faerie door deep in the woods
Or in the meadow, please stop by.
The light is on, and she is waiting to serve.
FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED SCRUBS
tears roll in big drops, as the credits roll.
dressed up in tailored suits, friends
comfort a doctor dealing with death.
~
first act, he insults, doesn’t care,
drops sarcasm like a sarcophagus.
stabs interns with his relentless words.
but they wear their comradery-uniform,
bordering him left to right and behind.
one hand on each shoulder.
and he lets them take care of him,
allows his sarcasm a reprieve,
wholly-enveloped in tears for
his sidekick-brother,
a chapter forever closed
in a flowering coffin -
an uncle his child would never meet.
~
tears roll in big drops, as the credits roll.
dressed up in tailored suits, friends
comfort a doctor dealing with death.
10/21/2017
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