Ice, ice, baby
You pour me over maybe
A straw to pierce the depths
Inhale the deepest breaths
A fancy glass all fluted
In milky joy I'm rooted
A scoop of whizzed banana
Tastes of pure Americana
The decor is all flashy
Just white and red, not trashy
All dressed up in your nifties
Time travel to the fifties
For teens on scooters suited
All sweetness undiluted
A jukebox in the corner
Soothes away all worldy trauma
Drop a dime to stick a tune on
Whirrs and clicks to drop the best song
Grab yourself a Coca-Cola
Dance in lights from the Rock-Ola
Gals all twirls and frilly knickers
Dudes in shiny winkle pickers
There's an innocence and beauty
As they jive to Tutti Frutti
How we'd love to travel back there
Leaving every burden and care
Just an evening sure to thrill ya
Taste of ice-cold pure vanilla
Stale milk sky,
traffic is trawling for any surfacing light.
Rubber squeaks on the smeared blacktops.
No hills to climb in this part of town
we are flat earth
and mostly just tilted into our daydreams.
Corner shops are damp and derelict
or heaving with low class crime.
Shadows pounce if you drop a dime.
Its a crawl through a gauntlet
no one runs here unless they flee.
The car radio is set to Fox News
we haven't seen a fox hereabout in years
only concrete cemeteries,
islands of amnesia
sprinkled with stone angels,
hidey-holes
where daytime hookers gather
to pray for better weather.
Why can’t we be, a Renaissance couple. Close most of the time, space if the other needs to drop a dime. Confident through thick and thin, both will still be there, in the end,even when necessary, for the other to win. Can compromise and trust, earn a place as important as lust? All three important in their own ways, until we are dust. But what of the mysterious force, we feel but really know nothing about,muses have penned words over the centuries, generating heartache, pouts, and unanswered shouts. Elusive love, or caring about one another, if you prefer, comes and goes, but over the long haul, a form of it, probably a must. It keeps worn gears, of togetherness, oiled and moving, not grinding to a halt, binding from rust.
COMMUNICATION
no one calls, no talk
and letter writing who writes
comunication
I drop a dime in
into the dial pay phone booth
pick up please no talk
silence becomes gold
in the quietness riches
communication
3/14/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
If love were a staircase would you take it one step at a time? Probably not, you just walk all over it like you do mine. And if love were a crime would you break the law, would you drop a dime and say what you saw, when you look in my eyes. Would you tell me the truth, when I ask for the truth? Or would you lie to my face the way you normally do. Now I know I'm not perfect, never have been, never will be. I made some pretty nasty mistakes. Yes for so much I am guilty. But that doesn't mean that I meant it and nothing feels worse, than to know that it's my actions that has left a loved one hurt. I feel like dirt , like a piece of trash. And maybe that's why you treat my love like grass. Just something to walk on, something thats way below you. But that's so dangerous to walk on like an untied shoe. So what should I do, just lay down flat? I'm powerless plus to you I'm just your welcome mat. Its cowardice, the way I act when it comes to you. Your ground is my back, so walk on thru. Step over my shoulders and jump on my heart. Lie to my face, go ahead and tare me apart. Break me down, it's what you do best. Just walk all over me, til there's nothing left.
Upon anybody's death it is said that to have meant well is the content of many promises never made only forever kept
your on top
have a lot
stop by the old block
drop a dime in the poor cot
let the people know
theyer still the show
will help them get set
just
DON'T FORGET
There comes in life, terrible times
when we are caught in common crimes,
not that we can't afford to drop a dime,
but we are blind to the beauty in... birdlime.
There are poor elders, starving and dying:
so many children, craving and crying.
When will we stop sleeping and spying
and keep the flag of faith and affection
flying?
It's time to honestly lend helping hands,
let's lift the helpless from...lonesome lands.
You are better of, do you understand?
Join the Blessed-to-bless-others band.
I can't sit here and expect a cheap change,
the woes I see around me are so strange:
Shattered dreams, talents displaced,
deranged,
let's keep rescue within our radar's range.
What is the use of those mighty mansions?
A future engineer needs to pump his
passion;
posterity yearns... for our rescue mission,
save their soul from the cot of confusion.
True Love starts the day we choose to live
to grace the world by the worth we give,
love is lost when we forget to forgive...
When needs arise, let us not be naive.
if you do me
you see
here's what it be
my life i have the key
so don't be unkind
on you
if you makes me blue
kept this in mine
i'll
DROP A DIME
you have been so very kind
so i write you this saying your on my mind
ours has been a special kind of bind
hearing from you helped me unwind
when i need prayer i drop you a line
or a word of encouragment you say it's fine
these three short years i've called you mine
and i still have yet to wine and dine
for this to end would be a crime
so don't let me have to drop a dime
lets keep this thing for all time
i'm just about to run out of rhyme
should i tell them
should i let them know
what i have inside me
that nobody knows
should i make a confession
of all of my crimes
and if i really do it
will they drop a dime
everything i'm thinking
i think that they thought of too
i'm so very sure
that they all have a clue
and when it comes to sinning
i'm only just beggining
waiting for time and the world
to teach me something new
the lust of the eye's
and the pride of the heart
the needs of the flesh
invent the dark arts
it is in the cerimony
the worship, the ritual
where we sacrifice to ourselves
to satisfy our hearts
to steal, to avenge, to fornicate
with impunity
to kill, to maim, to imprison
a thing of beauty
to lie, to cheat, to see but
turn the other way
to remember but forget
who it is to we should pray
to raise up our throne
above almighty gods
make ourselves rulers
and that our only cause
now you see the
darkest side of me
nothing new
the twin of thee
(Hey ! what happen to the dark poet contest that this was going into!!!)
in the quiet of the night the owls hoot
violence erupts and guns do shoot
colors become enemy lines that many will cross
another random drive by another tragic loss
preying on innocent lives in the jungle
waking up everyday is a struggle
hiding behing dumpsters from the cops
the cycle always continues and never stops
death is in the air mixed with violence and rape
blocks upon blocks covered with yellow tape
you say that the drug game is run by the blacks
i know for a fact that the white man introduced crack
statistics proove that a weak man will drop a dime
while a woman will stand up and do the time
too be real you must stand up for your rights
and be willing to go out with a fight
despite the outcome if we believe in our facts
and understand the truths
no greater power can one hold over the other
respect few fear none
A many a people in my business, many a people indeed,
many haters hiding in the trenches and they dont even know me,
they wasn't around for my sickness, wasn't around for the struggle,
they wasn't around when i was homeless, wasn't around for my troubles,
up in my peoples face, like they was there for the sloth,
they getting tested and they dont even know know it, they need an award,
holla, holla, need a dollar, drop a dime in a bucket, I cut em off quick,
with the quickness, i don't know you like bump it,
all the Judas's and harlots and dragons beasting around me,
i came in the door blessed, and you acting like you found me,
they dirty cant have been cleaned up with downey, cant be cleaned up with bleach,
I represent Christ and it is the truth that I preach.
No time he spends with us
He says because I fuss,
Fuss that is all I do
But he knows, I'm telling the truth.
The truth the don't want to hear
So he says, I'm fixing to do dear,
I'll be gone for a little while
Until you stop acting like a child.
He don't spend time with us like he should
But you know that's all good,
Words he way that's just a phase
Watch it, God will soon shorten his days.
He claims he's broke and broke all the time
I hope he don't think i'm going to believe that line,
Believe that line that's what he thought
I don't really care that's his fault.
If only he would spend time with us
Then I wouldn't keep up so much fuss,
Then I don't have to drop a dime
If only he would spend a little time.
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