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HONEY SWEET QUEEN DREG-

Honey
sweet honey
food of love, nectar
sugar well amix amino antioxidants.
fruit of relationship
Sweet 
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Queen 
enchantress vision belle royal
epitome heroine leading light
female monarch regnant
underclass down N out
Dreg


12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "

Lost Love

I think of you day in and day out
You’re in the music I hear, the books I read
Oh love, you’ve imprinted your soul on mine
I’ve been a bad person, trying to swish life up
Trying to fall for another, try, try, try, 
With all my might, I wished I could will it
But you’re there all along, refusing to leave my heart
You’re miles away, never thinking of me, forgetting me
I pine for you in vain,
I cut the string that tied us, hence it is only right I suffer
I regret it, the childish mistakes of a first love
If only I got to see you, to rectify, to love you truly
A chance, and I’d grab it with both hands
I know you probably think of me with distaste
A dreg in the now finished tea, a bad tea at that
I miss you terribly, I just want you with me
Perhaps, it is not forever, but if that moment ever arrives,
I know I’ll cherish that moment forever

Joy

“Love with its inherent joy is a bait to catch souls. Throw it into the still waters and you can see water rippling with life around it”---- By Poet

Men are on an eternal quest,
To find joy, looking here and there
Not knowing true joy stems from within,
Like the musk deer ignorant
Of the scent emanating from its body.


It is a treasure worth more than any riches
One who has joy within, 
Can spread it to others.
Is not this our mission in life?
Giving the gift of joy,
Spreading cheer all around,
Splashing in the clear pools of mirth,
Bobbing up and down in self-abandon!

Like the cool breeze that blows
Like a sweet symphony that flows
It thrills and delights,
And comes to nest,
In hearts, pure and upright!

Joy dissolves,
Like sugar added to tea,
Lending life a new flavour.
Sorrows sink to the bottom,
To be brought to the surface,
With every slight stir, 
Like the dreg that settles,
At the bottom of a teacup,
Making it unsavoury to sip.

Know life is not all joy
Joys and sorrows together make life.

A Careful Style of Begging

Some days we go there to beg:
Ten kilometers for each leg.
We aren’t greedy as we beg:
Never asked Givers for egg!

This week we’ll be there to beg,
Our backs to their palm wine keg:
A chance to drink spare not dreg;
It makes one laugh at us: Greg!

Our smartest beggar: Mark Clegg:
For now to it does hopes peg;
Whatever he gets he holds:
The costly with left palm folds…

He knows, though, he’s getting old
And says “I need not be told.”

Clegg Finished the Legs of Greg

Mag's lover hasn't been seen since.
Mag does nothing but in pain wince.
Her tall Greg was her world,her Prince.
"Once dead Forget A Come-Back means! "

Hoe was popularly Greg's foe;
Thus,his dad's farm refused to grow.
A lot Greg had slept on a mat
And guessed not he'd be adding fat.
Off he had to go for slimming
And with Kung Fu started trimming.

Mag had heard of karate king clegg!
"What could he not do to a leg? 
Keeps breaking it as voices beg,
Unless he's served wine: A full keg
The purest tap relieved not of dreg"

"Clegg must've finished the legs of Greg!"

Wind Up Humanism

Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset, 

Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness, 
Dearth to darn the clout concord. 

Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the hassle orifice... 

Pensile the ensile spirits,
Circumscissile recoiled resiliency, 
Nuanced tensile expansionism... 

Normalise a new normal,
Order the prime heart to bloom,
Taper our united dreg to blossom... 

Blight in frights, 
Dight the twinight against any affright,
Infinity within.

Pluming Porous Pawn

bruised brush bled
oozing, drooling dreg
puked pulpy pledges
wielded wits etches
hankering zeal hoisted
dribbling fiery drills

yearning fingers flickers
dragging moaning meter
delicate gaze glisters 

gaunt grasped gibes 
itching dainty drive
mystic art's aisle

crisp contractions yawns
pluming porous pawn.
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Note: Of porous picture.

Crushing Concerto's Best

bleeding guts busted
hankering urge hoisted
dark drips dribbled
mending torn treble
felon fashion flawed
cuddling callous crawl

drooling diminuendo's crest
gaunt glissando bled
crushing concerto's best

tamed dreg tilted
sassy syllables guided
sumptuous slavery greeted

la-de-da wits worn
on funky forms.
     '20:03:19:13:23

Note: Dedicated to Robert Frost.

Vying Voluptuous Creed

hurly hemp hoisted
bounty brains busted
callous confetti contracted
dainty dreg attracted
dark drips dribbled
crumbling crest crippled

bogus bills braced
punctured pill paved
felon feasts feigned

sassy syllables seeped'n
tactic trends, feeds
vying voluptuous creed

lofty themes lurched
pioneered pulpy purge.
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Note: Dedicated to John Milton.

The Last Guy

THE   LAST   GUY


The music faded, last couple stood momentarily,
Stumbled out while the smoke whisps cleared.
We were reduced to last lees of coffee: 
A  raincoat man  stood  uncertainly
Shuffled out with a brief  grunt,
Waiter barely turned his head,
Last man drained final dreg, 
Fumbled for doorhandle
Holding cold empty cup.
A dark smoky place 
No clear way home.
Sad end, sad day.
Sorry for 
Him.



6   September  2019

Hid 'Em Up

Dancing to Sisqo 
like a dad at a disco
that ain’t the diss though
you’re a straight up pissed ho
handbag on the dance floor 
where your sandbag **** fall
straps see you trip fool
your ugly face hit sore
wake up toothless
seeking a toothbrush 
though it be useless 
what a flipping doofus 
go home harbour a criminal 
brain damage acts horrible
talking his world of bull
so thick you believe the tool,
keep mans away and hidden
they’re out to get rid of him
swears on his kid again
but the kid don’t remember him,
causes trouble is he worth it
when all say he deserves it
pause, think, is he nervous?
6 foot under the surface,
when you’re just a pissed ho
out to dance at a disco
now granting a wish so 
this dreg ain’t a missed bro.

Last Call

Jo King loved frothy tankards of beer
Which she drank every day of the year
Interred in a keg
She swallowed each dreg
So her tombstone reads, "Wish you were here!"

A Storm Is Brewing

The gray sky hue, so blue —
of glad things there are few.
No sun to warm my bones,
which ache and crack with groans.

The sod of rain deemed soft
and my flood of ink scoffed
at the knock knock knock. I’m
apt to be mad this time.

Bring back the pale of light.
With it bring back my sight.
Tell me helps on its way —
that the storm will not stay.

It laughs with scorn, each drop
falls hard, and fast — no stop,
as I plead to my God.
Does He see through this fraud?

I’d drop on knees to beg,
Sir, but for my weak leg,
for the peg taps my past —
the dreg of drink will last.

Christ Church

Destiny about to catch up,
Time clemently limited,
Kisses of power flowing outside a cup,
Feelings of Darling perforated, 
Give me a catapult to smash the ancient serpent,
Noah's ark wasn't his figment, 
Just a tree in the garden,
Disobedience breeding death,
That's when the heart is hardened, 
Painfully subjected to dreg,
Church and the lamb,
Fenced by Agape love,
Bride and Bridegroom still holding up.
The friendship goes calm.

Una Reunion

With him was a jar of blessing, 
Assembled before him were different maiden for their own portion.
Nigeria: A dark maiden went forward, 
And on she he poured half of the dreg: 
Crude oil, Cocoa, rubber, timber, 
limestone, gold, silver, diamond, 
ore, Iron, Coal and numerous others.
Then America: A long-nosed colleen agitated: 
'Tuteur, to Nigeria have you've poured half of the dreg.
Japan: 'It is but few to us is left'.
Britain: 'Should we by power strife on the remains? '
Asia: '154 countries, to have a drip of the remaining ointment? 
And then he said to the maidens: 
The wind blown retired to listen.
'I'll pour on you remains but little, 
Go get the little used.
And of the dark maiden who's given so many a virtue, 
Let's see, what she'll use them to do'.

And then he vacate the meeting.

And now he's still looking.

Nigeria, what have you used them to do? 

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