My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
One for a penny.
Two for a dime.
Three stole my sandwich.
Four said, "That's mine!"
Five blamed the goldfish.
Six years he served time.
War, you piece of my monotony !
Why don't you talk to my focus ?
Do you find yourself so firmly feeble
in tracing such locus,
where I nest my 'eagle' ?
Enduring your best
slowly at my behest
ain't the only slovenly spa
Resurrected by no guilt,
yet perfected by qualms
falling still short of bourgeoisie, napalms
I don't kill you poor thought
For you wish me distraught
Don't you dare push like kindergarten
Let me break my monotony first
To your down-quarks, much later..
I'll talk, then ! Slyly quenched thirst
Letting eagles fence mind
and sand define the border,
Calling ‘succinct’ the grind
and not what went harder
is that gradient all try
from the gym to the jungle, asking
where not ! why not why?
Anyway its an agony past prime
For a war, for a “monotony”
Let's argue to never fuel
another dime !
He was there standing at the corner on a medium. He held a sign up, he was dressed
ragged, as his sign said, I'm hungry.
Give anything, anything appreciated.
He didn't have a dime yet and his reflection.
The Sun shone on him.His shoes were clean, not dirty.They looked new
Yet he didn't have a dime, a shopping cart beside him, turned upside down from Target, he embellished his eyes glared, and stared as I approached him, I stopped at the stoplight, I rolled the window down, he said. God bless you, sir.His shoes better than mine.His shoes
AND YET HE DIDN'T HAVE A DIME
His mouth formed sounds of pleas urpolled out from his lips.\nThe shopping cart he had upside down.He used as a seat
Those sincere and not deemed vulgar.\nI had no cash , no change on me
I too smile in reply, God's grace and blessings to you sir
I too do not have a dime?
2/22/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Remember 'Pennies from Heaven'
Nickels are next
a penny is a cent of a dime
a dime is a wise penny
a wise penny is a cent dime
penny on a dime,penny on a cent
party on the rocks,party on a dime
party on the rocks,party on a penny
a rock party is a cent dime
penny on a dime,penny on a rock party
a rock is a rock party
sense a million
sense a million rock party
sense a million penny
penny on a million,penny on a million rock party
a million is a million penny
a million rock party is a million sense
sense a million is sense a million penny
sense a million is sense a million rock party
a million penny a million rock party
party on the rocks,party on a million rock party
party on the rocks,party on a million
party on the rocks,party on a million sense
A tall tree I did climb,
on a bet of a dime.
Baby Bear said it was funny,
it was not for the big money.
The limb broke what a crime.
Time waits for no one. Isn’t that great?
If it waited on us, it would end up too late.
We think we’re the master of our time controlled realm,
But Time is the faster man at the helm.
What we witness now is already gone.
When? Where? and How? is the ultimate con.
When we’re young and naïve, we set ourselves up,
For we often believe we can measure the cup.
We sip and we dine never hearing the chime,
Never drawing the line between work and home time.
And what of the child we lose to the hours
Of days and months filed in Time’s secret towers?
We wake to each day. Isn’t it great?
And know we rely on Time’s ceaseless wake.
Take nothing for granted. Time is the king.
It’s what poets have ranted and what we all sing.
Life is for living. Don’t worry about time.
Ask what you’re giving. Hand someone a dime.
Keep hold of your dreams and be sure that you share.
Send loved ones some moonbeams, safe journeys through prayer.
“Time waits for no one” does not have to be
The mantra that traps you, but sets you free.
He went to earth
To pay the debt of life
So we will learn humbleness
How to let go and repent
Embrace the pain and loss
Continue life in His grace
Heal the day we say thank you
Care to be the example of His goodness
Share love and blessing to each one
Because life is as silver as dime.
A dime in his pocket
hope in his heart
Just his clothes on his back
but he’d make a new start
Constricted at home
he took to the road
Foraged for food
yet upright he strode
Three days and two nights
of this, all it took
For him to come home ~
let mom and dad off the hook
Every year when taxes are due, I pay mine to the full,
Even though some other people call it a bunch of bull.
Some don't pay their taxes for there is an aberration.
As time goes by they holler, "Statute of Limitation".
They live in a life of luxury, these entitled few,
Expecting us to pay their way, since that is what we do.
The Statute of Limitation gives them a lucky break.
Never feeling that they owe, they just take, and take, and take.
And though the law may state, 'This tax is no longer in play',
An honest person loves this Land, and pays it anyway.
(And this applies to Everyone)
The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves
Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought
Inventing a life a moment of escape
Swimming towards an open gate
A trigger with a conscience
A finger on a dime in somebody's tore pocket
What is saved at the end of the day without the skill of care.
Losing a life lost in disaster
Living to prove the glistening of diamonds
Who's shine a reflection of the dream to be left in peace
Diamonds made from the tears off every shooting star
Screams kept in silent smothered jars trapped by ocean waves
Released by moonstruck tides smashing the fallen day
They say apply yourself to a civilization that needs to dream
Pick up those who have fallen along the path as they are the hinges fallen from that rusted gate
If I had a dime
I'd pay for the time that I had lost long ago
but I only have a penny and a head
filled with many memories of summer spent with you
Now it's winter, and I still think
of the summer nights
although we had our fair share of fights
nothing compares to those 90 days
of having you by my side
Understand me when I say
of course, I miss your presence or the way you laugh
But if I had a dime
I wouldn't ask you to be mine this valentine
Hearing your name, I can't help but smile
mainly at the remembrance of those childish days
but not as the person you are now
though you have fooled me once
I shouldn't let you fool me twice
So, if I had a dime I wouldn't let you waste my time, but i'd keep
the summer nights when you were sincere
and I was merely naive
for following my dreams.
I heard you correct
The first time
All you ever initially asked for
Was buddy can you spare a dime
But thinking I am so kind
I pulled out and offered you
A $100 dollar bill note instead
Honestly I think for the sole reason because
So I could lord and let myself
And believe my goodness
Go to my head
So buddy as little as you may think
You may have or haven't got
What you in fact do
Or will never want
Is anything in fact
From me
Because what I obviously
Do not possess
Is a single ounce
Of humility
Or
Humanity
Take me back to the dime bag days
when we were hotel hippies,
thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state
of delirium.
Our souls were scattered messes
among the unbent hills -
dreaming of rebellion and freedom,
pockets empty, heart's empty
Having no sense of direction and
craving toxicity like it is a
natural remedy. We were walking
disasters, baddie two shoes.
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