My water bottle holder
Has a pocket meant for keys
Or a tissue or some money
Or whatever else you please.
When I went out walking yesterday,
I thought I’d beat the rain,
But the sky grew dark and so my hopes
Went swirling down the drain.
My shirt and shorts and hat were soaked,
My sneakers still not dry,
Plus this morning I discovered
Something that had passed me by.
For within that little pocket
Were six singles, dampish still,
And a soggy pad for writing,
Which no pencil point could fill.
So I spread them out for drying,
Whey they did, in not much time,
Then replaced them for tomorrow,
Setting all of this in rhyme.
She threw the best birthday party at eighty-three.
With a hip hip hooray and a whimsical whee…
We could barely get tickets, everyone was there.
She was dancing the watusi in her pink underwear.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, she said, girly girl!
Her hair was dampish, and her legs were a swirl.
Aren’t you afraid you will overdo? I asked Goo.
She laughed until her neck almost broke in two.
I jumped into the fray and danced with two old men.
She is really something! Said the old one, named Hem.
I have known her since elementary, and she is a peach!
I did not have to tell him she was way out of his reach.
Just as free to be in the chill
Of distant waves of air forsake
Up into the alone for thrill
Raw dampish hills to climb and leap
Near only other sound --the break
Ending miles to go before any sleep
Yawping distant song birds spill
dampish break of day
a dead cottonwood, falls prowls
live squirrel hiding
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Haiku SQUIRREL-RABBIT RACE
summertime dampish
clucking squirrel hops in lined
beyond the rabbit
hip pity-hop jump
go move run little rabbit
or the squirrel wins
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
dampish eventide
a sunny pathway wallows
because of the guide
so directorate
unto natures glamorize
spring and summertime
lit rose the spring's moon
ever so shining brightly
dampish eventide
before mornings dew
right after dark sun rises
wet so dampish grounds
5/12/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Dampish eventide
Thunder lurks raindrops do fall
A jasmine's cocktail
May 17, 2020
8pm PST
Poem 1,274
early wet fountain
my gorgeous new puppy barks
at the ripples pond
~
oh! dampish fish fountain
this cute little puppy larks
drinks the pond water
4/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Blessed Sunrise day Carmen Lee Brown Lee
In the fog, odyssey
A cheerful adventurer
Free to be
In dampish autumn weather
Hikes into the hills
Awesome and deep
Watching the leafage sweep
Whilst song birds spill
Into the alone to peep
The only other sound --the break
Of distant waves and warblers awake
The air is raw, with a cold whisper
Many miles to go before any sleep
When sweet dreams come cheap
To a crusading journeyer
Who has promises to keep
May succulent grass upon buds of June
I walked alongside you September arrived in you October,
it began in December and ended in January
I slept in February woke up in March and danced in April
July lingered in August leaving out December
The weekdays bleared Sunday struck the last Saturday followed by Monday...
I walked naked my feet alongside the earth my hands weakened by Tuesday and yet I still dance this weekend by the sun-drenched fire fly’s
Wednesday seemed to lust Thursdays by Friday I appeared to walk alone.
Last dampish autumn
For a stormy, light sea prowls
betrayed by the stone
macrocosm Down, down, downwards into the darkness of the carnal mind forget the adult light sea prowls
Misty,
dense
Clouding,
skein,
sewing
murky
but
Daze
CLOUDS DO NOT EXIST
Clouds do not exist - I know, it’s *****.
They're only parts of the atmosphere
Where the moisture is visible, but it’s
Only a temporary condition - just bits
Of air kinda dampish and soon drying
Out and that’s the end - the dying -
Of those great white fluffy things
That fly without the need for wings.
Imagine them as castles in the air
Or dragon monsters from their lair
As unreal figments of imagination,
But they’re still just white pigmentation
From reflected light coming in from somewhere :
Because really - they’re just not there.
My granddaughter Charlotte e-mailed:
"I love you, Nanny, and can I have a poem about princesses?"
Away in some enchanted land
Where every day was Spring,
There lived two fair princesses –
Twin daughters of the King.
They grew in grace and beauty,
And when they reached eighteen
The King said, “I’ll throw them a ball!
The grandest ever seen!”
The guests were all astounded
At the splendour of the dance:
And when they saw the birthday girls,
They all gazed, quite entranced.
Enter their Fairy Godmother!
Said she, “I’ll grant them each a wish …”
But Amy did not care to touch
Stuff that’s green and rather dampish …
Now Charlotte’s happy with her Prince,
Three children and their dog …
But Amy’s sad and lonely …
Well, she wouldn’t kiss her frog!
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