I missed my chello
you look like an talented fella
can I use your
horn
I want you to hear this song
I missed placed the flute
Do you like his suit
the strangs on that chello
are strumming though
The people in music-area
want to compare ya
say it's find
when this was so unkind
Tempo adagio: all ya had to do
was sayt so, could made the beat
more rhythmic by waving
my music stick
I missed placed my Chello
please no a'cappella I wanna
hear some strings
let the music man make
the horns sing
Stresses in the line
where the bass and trembles
meet
Need ah problemsolver
to come and help me
I missed placed my chello
can I use your double bass
to make a pretty song
put ah smile on your face
From
Sono Una Puttana
Ingannero
Quest'uomo
( Human have alway had the Power to create life)
Her part was to be lip synced
with a live orchestra
the music had to be perfect
or the camera would
catch the
offset of audio.
The fella who was producing
the show losted his chello
somewhere B'Tween the
sound area and the theater
making him someone had
moved it.
the vintage homecoming dress was donated in the middle of the night.
This is a small town, in 1972. There were no security cameras.
Sue, the shop owner had asked for vintage dresses for her window display.
She had no idea what inferno of questions was going to come to her.
Sue was new in town, did not know about Peggy Lee, who was missing.
Twenty-two years now, and no one knew where she was or if she was alive.
Peggy Lee’s mother was the first one in the store after the dress appeared.
Demanding to know where it had come from, but the shop owner did not know.
The police were there by two p.m. demanding answers.
This dress had been made for Peggy Lee’s prom by her mother.
Peggy Lee had disappeared that same night. Who had brought the dress?
Sue was horrified; she truly did not know; she found it in a box on her stoop.
The police took the dress out of the window.
Would they bring it back? No one told Sue anything.
The only person who knew anything stayed in a shadow, studying her mother.
She was the same pushy woman, with gray hair now; she was glad to rile her.
FRICATIVE FIASCO
Fun filled fatal foul-ups
Finally feeling fairly faint
Fear fully fanning flames
Fatefully finding fault
Further furious faces
Faces fuming in fiery fits
Fire follows, finishing fast
Flirty, fine fabulous fellows
Featuring fuller fit figures
Feeding flights of fancy
Five footloose funded fools
Fighting for future fame
Santa sacked Rudolph and all of his herd
In his new jet pack he flew like a bird
His suit got ignited
And he’s just been sighted
Roasted and naked... then, guess what occurred
He crash landed, coming down hard
His beard and his dangly bits charred
Giving children a gift
Gave his spirits a lift
But after all this he’ll be barred
A passerby gave him a sock
He wore it to save us from shock
But a fluffy manhood
As a look, wasn’t good
So somebody gave him a frock
The next day he called Rudolph early
The reindeer came back but were surly
Still wearing that dress
He failed to impress
And that’s why they now call him Shirley
There was a gal known for the Hula hoop
Until one day, she fell in some dog poop
So she went on a dog strike
Dog rep said, “go take a hike.”
She said, “Have you all heard of a poop scoop?”
*I was inspired by Jan. I've seen several of her poems with this theme. And I decided to give it a go. Enjoy:-)
Alexis Y.
02/19/2021
Santa sacked Rudolph and all of his herd
In his new jet pack he flew like a bird
His suit got ignited
And he’s just been sighted
Roasted and naked... then, guess what occurred
He crash landed, coming down hard
His beard and his dangly bits charred
Giving children a gift
Gave his spirits a lift
But after all this he’ll be barred
A passerby gave him a sock
He wore it to save us from shock
But a fluffy manhood
As a look, wasn’t good
So somebody gave him a frock
The next day he called Rudolph early
The reindeer came back but were surly
Still wearing that dress
He failed to impress
And that’s why they now call him Shirley
I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!
So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!
Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."
So why this rhyme, you ask?
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a
check, shown the door and find other tasks.
I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the
nations.
I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot
that God is bigger than any puny station.
And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless
condemnations and allegations.
September 13. 2019
Dancing with temptation
I can't seem to keep the pace and
You keep making
Me change
The "stations"
Moving to your tunes
I just don't want to stop or lose,
But fear I'm falling
Off
your groove
So is this,
Reckless
Love
Kuz it seems I'm
bound to lose
Is this
reckless
Love
That's Leaving
Me
confused?
Looking for the lines
I just need time to make them rhyme
But you keep making
Me change
My mind
Rolling with your flow
Still trying no to stop the show
Kuz if I fumbled
You'll make a
Fiasco
So is this,
Reckless
Love
Kuz it seems I'm
bound to lose
Is this
reckless
Love
That's leaving
Me
Confused
PRODUCED WEDDING FIASCO
If cantaloupe
Could elope
and marry a honey dew melon
What would happen
If a cabbage out grows the garden
As crabgrass and dandelions rapes the fruits and vegetables
All this and inclement weather
What's the matter
Cantaloupe cancels the wedding?
Why! you may ask amongst the dandelions and crabgrass
Because they cantaloupe
7/30/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The maestros affair was very slick
but one night he forgot the lipstick
wife took one peek
saw lipstick on his cheek
saying its now time to face the music.
12-02-17
My wife and I went to a haunted house
Where monsters jumped out and said,"Boo!"
Running through a maze of canvas walls
At a dead end, so what should we do
Suddenly, a chain saw started up,
And we saw a guy with a mask on!
At least I know that I saw the guy,
But I also saw Judy was gone!
I heard her yell, "Pat, I'm over here,"
"On the other side of the wall!"
He was getting close, it was real loud
I knew not, how she got out at all!
Then on one side I saw a small ditch
A hasty exit I had to make
I don't guess I'll ever forget how
She slid quick, under there like a snake!!
I was raised up in Wichita Kansas
A city slicker I'd guess you would say
Once my Uncle Ben took my brother and I
To visit his cabin for a night and a day
We fished and swam and had great fun
Then went back to the cabin for a bit
I asked Uncle Ben, “Where's the bathroom at”
He said, “Out back and down that path is it”
I thought that's weird as I walked out the door
But ran as my stomach I had to clench
I shoved the door open and pulled down my pants
and sat down on a big hole in a bench
I was feeling triumphant as things started to flow,
The door bumped my knee so I kicked it shut
That's when a wasp nest in the corner came alive
And I had nothing to wipe my butt!
After that there was screaming and shouting
There was crying as I beat on that old stuck door
I came out alive but man what a mess it made
And I never used that old outhouse anymore
My sister and I decided to buy
Some little china cups with their saucers.
So we could serve an English Tea, most high,
With good blueberry scones, from the bakers!
To store them we bought a glass front cabinet,
And displayed them proudly on all the shelves.
Saved up all the recipes we could get,
We were going to do it all by ourselves.
We often pass them, behind those glass doors.
After twenty years they sit all alone.
We never did serve high tea, or much more,
And all our hopes, we so often bemoan.
There is a bright side to plans unfulfilled,
‘Tho we bought twenty of them on a whim.
Such delicate things, we’re so very thrilled,
Behind the doors, we don’t have to dust them!
Fiasco
Burnt down, fatigued, no feelings left,
So devastated, world means no heft
I am not a phoenix to rise from ashes
Soul does not let receive new lashes.
I am plagued with tortures of ill fate
Downbeat and broken, it is time to rate
My noble deeds and even wicked
My Lord, I beg, don’t be too strict!
Would love to live a century more,
But locked for me the main door
I knocked at it ten thousand times
Then I came back with all that grime.
Kopastetic
Not even barely breathing chest thumping like a tamburine n
Trying to be decent
But the whole situation has my chest wheezing head pounding heart leaking for what a bloodclot reason.
The explanation was just weak why not admit defeat when got the speaking
It just ain't kosher if shoe was on the other foot I'd be bowled over tenderized n put in the George forman
roll-toaster-ry
Open dialect with open mindedness
Even said of how I'm understanding this
Even tho I was so heated I was shaking n
This isn't the end becuz it was turned around on me of past tense
I couldn't even believe this but it did
Get to that extent
Yet it made no sense I open up this hidden agenda that wouldn't have been exposed if I wouldn't have
looked for why my body had sleep kept from me ......peace
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