Ruminating on Li??le Bo-Peep,
and sadly,
her badly-missing sheep,
the evidence will show,
in the time allotted,
to get all her ducks in a row,
she had not spotted
the reason they were lost.
It was because her t's were dotted
and their eyes were crossed.
A simple word –
Softly spoken,
Stilled my heart
Left me broken
A single breath –
Such destruction,
Instant death
One deduction
Goodbye.
The price of perfection,
And the recent deduction,
To keep up the function,
And become a swan,
To show a sanction,
Have dedication,
To the craft of perfection,
And the show of intention,
Following the row,
And strengthen the bow,
To keep up the fact,
To disarm the pact,
And keep the show,
To what you already know,
To remember that the price,
Is in suffice,
To show what you do,
And be someone new,
To grow and unfold,
To keep it inside,
To keep a line,
And toss the dime,
To follow perfection,
To be someone new,
To cast away the old untold,
And we are cajoled,
Is the price of perfection.
Desolation and destructions
Wars and rumors of wars
Trial and error, midst the terror
What are we fighting for?
Why? Must we ignore?
The writings on the walls
Whose gonna drop the bombs
Not I, for I wanna just live
Live again to die never
Destructions desolation;
Rhythms without a dance;
Drums beats in the dark;
Trees no longer grows in the parks;
Why? Because they burned them down;
The writings on the walls;
Filled with propaganda;
Where’s the phone booth;
I lost my wisdom tooth
Desolation and destructions
Written off be my tax deduction
8/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
What is Faith?
Is it an immovable position,
Or a streak of chance?
It's certainly not a logical deduction
Or a thesis based of evidence
No dictionary can properly describe it
Nor can our minds
It can be like a storm,
Growing, then gone
Or like tidal waves
Calm, aggravated, then calm once more
Faith is ever changing
Present and not
It doesn't obey the laws of reality,
But somehow, it's still here
The brook is dry. The last time it let hear
Its waterfall was seven years ago.
When young, a thin stream of water was here,
Not very big, but nowadays no flow.
Without the vestige of a construction
Of a bathing place during the war,
Difficult to make such a deduction.
Thus drought cannot be ignored anymore.
Farming does not listen to our hunger
But the strong voices of cupidity.
Soils, wind, and temperatures no longer
Set cultures but profitability.
Not a lot of things have to be explained,
But Mother Nature will never be tamed.
A Dar-Dar delivered, a wonderful creature,
Arriving by yak after talks with a preacher.
Wrapped up in a blanket with little instruction,
Some suction required through keenest deduction.
A Dar-Dar’s a brilliantly small woodland sprite
Instilling both fear and great gasps of delight.
But before you know it, they’ve done fully grown,
Magically producing small sprites of their own.
These Dar-Dars are likely to range far and wide;
Reports say in Utah’s where one can be spied.
October is always a time to acquaint;
They’re oft drawn to ponies all covered in paint.
Wherever you find one, it’s always the best;
The dad of a Dar-Dar is a man truly blessed.
has small squinty eyes
brutal attacks he applies
never very wise
over a barrel
so Putin should be sterile
life is imperil
from our deduction
Putin wants total destruction
has a compunction
up us story chocks
Putin likes to harm all folks
Sandy Hook was hoax
God made no mistake
look at me who He did make
perfect and complete
In Brunswick Beacon Newspaper
in Shallotte, NC
April 14, 2022
A deconstruction of our form
Reveals magnetic field
Dual currents, both cold and warm
God’s light within concealed
Heart’s our true soul centre
Wherein bliss throbs canter
Door’s open, just enter
Simple deduction
A deconstruction
01-February-2022
Quietus
Pick up an offer
You'll find a new adventure
A deduction of prices
A quick accumulating crowd
A long queue of patience
And a challenge of temper
A traffic jam
And a lost of precious time
An extra expenditure
And a new debt
And a risk to Covid-19
Really an underestimated offer
Oh Mother Earth
Who gave us birth
Oh! how unjustly we treated
you
And without mercy heated
you
Oh Mother Earth
Our sweet, sweet hearth
Your children cry
And they die
We destroy
and grab their joy
Oh Mother Earth
We took your mirth
And left nothing but
Sadness like a broken down – hut
You see and cry in pain
It looks as if all goes in vain
Oh Mother Earth
Now we see your worth
A hundred gold
You protect us from cold
Our only shelter
Our greatest helper
We felt our destruction
Our Earth’s deduction
Oh Mother Earth
Guardians have been birth
Who’ll hear your cry
And won’t let you die
They’ll keep you clean
And forever green!
om dead Jesus raised
were dumfounded and amazed
His honor we praised
vituperative
in Congress what they revive
they need to survive
had stood on a bench
were uneasy and did flinch
when killer would lynch
should hear choir sing
along us they had to string
our lunch we did bring
from my deduction
sermon docturnal instruction
in mass production
Does that sound familiar
coming from Episcopalian
priest.
homily should be
God from our sins will set free
possessed by you and me
lack of ammunition
milk toast inquisition
Mueller apprehension
much moderation
does exist in new nation
by God creation
with God always agrees
will satisfy and appease
pray to on our knees
I met a guy in the dairy section of my local grocery store
He was carrying an over-the-shoulder, leather purse
He had a purple scarf around his neck, what could be worse?
The fellow was driving a great big, black funeral hearse!
A buxom young lady was shopping in the produce aisles
I could have sworn she had had extensive lipo-suction
Her enormous biceps were a work under construction
She had three children with her, an obvious deduction.
I moved on to the meat department and stood watching
An old lady maneuvering an enormous motorized grip
Ordered a butcher to cut her a three-pound New York strip
While she was waiting she did a perfect backward, reverse flip.
Tell me, before I go stark raving, mad-as-a-hatter crazy
I am jumping too quickly to unwarranted conclusions
That after what I saw I should immediately go into seclusion
It only seems that way; clearly, I am victim of my own delusions.
Written March 18, 2021
Submitted to Kai Michael Neumann’s
“It Only Seems That Way” contest
The lust of money is the want of power to buy anything
Or anyone just for fun and toss it in the trash
Poverty escapes you, desires are cheap, love is for a price
Buy it just because, sell it just for, need it never did
How or why are for lessers, failure is a tax deduction
Mistakes only a write off, you can never be too rich
Purchase eternity with wealth, control the world
A conscience exist for the needy, money begat money
The world is your playground, borders are for the poor
Globalism makes life cheap, technology rules
Boredom is the new sin, shame but a game
If the day goes bad erase it, with enough money
Tomorrow is but yesterday rebooted.
According to the ones who know
I have six weeks to live
It’s hard for me to take it slow
With so much love to give
My cancer is my enemy
My agent of destruction
But there is not a remedy
Except for this deduction
That man was born to live and die
And love along the way
The memories that get us by
Are made from day to day
How beautiful is what we bring
To bless each soul we meet
For like the velvet rose in Spring
The gift of life is sweet
The tender hearts we cultivate
Are beating in our youth
They need our love to demonstrate
The resonance of truth
Our death is but an open door
The good in our good night
The path we take to live once more
Where love provides the light.
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