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O what a time we had,
we had a time of it didn't we,
you in your stripy flouncy dress
and pink kneed splendor,
and I dragging a foot behind you,
as callow and unrisen as
a half-baked pudding.

We between us
had the blindly brilliant knowledge,
of everything not worth knowing.
We had textbooks and crayons,
to color bluer an already blue sky.
Our heads held high,
in the fancy hats of headlong youth.

God, I loved the smell of you,
not your dabs of perfume,
but the buttercup musk of you.

That afternoon I played rugby,
while you watched your bruised hero,
galumph and totter all over a muddy field.

God was kind to us wasn’t he,
he made every chicken dinner sunny-side-up,
he tinted our eyes with a simple wonder
for a while,
didn’t he?

Can I love you again, just for a moment,
love us both in this dumb poem,
that I hope speaks for everyone
at least once.

Lovely Soft Summer Panda

My soft panda, you inspire me to write. Indian Summer
How I love the way you call, walk and sleep,
Invading my mind day and through the night, In midst of summer
Always dreaming about the bouncy peep.

You dance away tapping feet
Let me compare you to a quiet pie? Indecent proposal
You are more mortal, yellow and clever.
Light drought dries the old picnics of July, Indifferent disposal


How do I love you? Winter's swing.
I love your feet and personality.
Thinking of your dear fingers fills my days.
My love for you is the partiality your cute ways

Now I must sway with a flouncy heart, Indian Summer
Remember my calm words whilst we're apart In midst of summer

2/2/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©

Peppy Petals

blooms
bouncy
baby’s breath
busy bee balm
ritzy rose, glitzy gloxinia
zany zinnia, dear ditzy daisy
swanky saffron
flouncy phlox
bonnie
buds

Our Wedding In 1971

Ending in a flouncy ruffle, I married in a brown crushed velvet dress
This was 1971. Only six people were there, maybe one less.
My groom was nervous, I had sweet talked him into eloping with me.
I was confident this was the way God meant our wedding to be.

This was our second try at finding a justice of the peace.
My husband’s pants were ironed into a straight down middle crease.
He had a big hunk of dark hair that fell across his left hazel eye.
I believe I heard a secretary give a little sigh.

These people had tried to talk us out of this quickie wedding.
Strangers to us, they had a deputy give a little sing.
This was during the awful horrible Vietnam War you realize.
My groom was number thirty-eight in the draft, danger could arise.

We have been married fifty years, so things worked out rather well.
My husband never had to serve in swamps of that foreign hell.
He always says that I looked beautiful on our wedding day.
When I look at him, he is nineteen. What could be better anyway?

A Short Bust of Something

i am more handsome then I was
   the zit has gone
             the elastic is back in my neck

     being no longer a stiff
nip to the shops on two bouncy feet
         soon got unbouncy though
too soon
              got a lot less flouncy

had to sit on a large dog
      we huff and puff together

back in the lazy-ass den 
penned an exhausting thing
                       tuckered out
evening crumples my blank moon face

brain is stiff
           it runs out of ink
toss the pen – 
      zit back again

Sunday Childhood Memories

Sunday was patent leather shoes, white anklets with lace
Starchy petticoats, flouncy lavender dresses with huge bows in the back.
Sunday was Sunday School, where everyone in the church knew us.
Singing so loudly in the pew during church our mother was shushing us.

Sunday was roast beef and potatoes with chocolate or lemon meringue pie.
Sunday was a day for Daddy to stay home all day, show us his sense of humor.
We looked forward to this day all week long; it was almost our favorite day.
It would have been our very favorite if Saturday had not been cartoon day.

Sunday was singing along with The Lennon Sisters, 
Sunday was singing along with Mitch Miller
Sunday was eating homemade donuts and popcorn for supper.
Childhood Sunday memories make me smile to this day, 
Fifty years since I had one of those childhood Sundays.

Ode My Deer- -

Ode my Deer

My special deer, you jump so high in air flight.
So I love the way you fly, soar and run,
Invading my mind days and through the night,
Always dreaming about falls bright red sun.

Let me compare you to a dove ember?
You are more gentle, flouncy and bouncy.
Kind fogs hides in rotten forest timbers 
as autumn time has you frightful raunchy.

Look out hunters comes to kill wounding ways.
Love I your delightful eyes, hooves and fur.
Thinking of your timid grace fills my days.
My love for you is the spiteful inter.

Now I must away with a mental heart,
Remember your leaps of joy whilst we're part.

1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Isn'T Love Simply, Divine

The sky blue velvet 
And my dress red satin
Your kiss was splendid
Made me madden

Crystal green eyes
Darling grandmother pearls
Underneath painted skies
Hair flouncy twirls

Divine designer gowns
Prance about the room
On my head a crown
My arm accompanied a groom

A fairytale you shall always be
Equipped with lush memories
Diamonds that sparkle blue sea
A queen of love for centuries

A Fat Flouncy

A fat flouncy funky flunky house sparrow bobs and bows his way tacking like a clinker built  

dingy sailing across our sea of grass catching worms fattened by May's sun and showers .

Nightie

Flimsy, flouncy little nightie
Which doth cling e'er so tightly
To your wibbly, wobbly ****
And your smelly hairy bits
Keeping all just out of sight
Through the hours of the night
Covering things so unsightly
Thank god for that little nightie


[written many, many years ago & inspired by a poem called something like "Dear Flo". Which I think was either by Spike Milligan or Peter Cook/Dudley Moore]

Dessert Table

DESSERT TABLE

Yes, it’s a beautiful spread
A tantalizing sight
With not Cezanne depth or solidity, but
Our hostess’ fond delight

She’s gathered not justs -
Not just cakes, cheeses and fruit
But a famous pot of snowball flowers,
A tall bottle of ultra-expensive wine, to boot

Now witness her many noted guests
Completely sated, become indecorous, loud,
A regular old-times gathering – 
This flouncy, pot bellied, gut roaring crowd

And there are eager eyes, thrust noses
The sober might spy
Peering through banister slats, through cigar smoke.
For just one taste they would die

A wedge from an extant white, coconut cake,
Circus of green wrapped sweets,
Strawberry shortcake, cheesecake
An invitation what they seek

I fear, though, this luxury shall go elsewhere 
The pastries, cheeses, fruits gathered all,
The youngsters, discovered, sent off to bed,
And cookie, chauffeur and butler shall have themselves a ball

Movin' On

when it comes down to it
round to it
flouncy-knickered
frown to it
no mo


feels real
good

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yepperooni

I Want To Write a Pleasant Sonnet

I want to write a pleasant sonnet
But the words became a nonnet
I Put on a flouncy bonnet
And walked across a comet

Tomorrow I will try again if I'm not a nurse
To write a pleasant flowing verse
I'll try REAL hard with morals high and n'er a curse
Pen to this paper think, think, think until they call the hearse

Give me more creative times, time infinity
Hard life and hard times will roll on by; giving clarity
Pen not heads will roll across the paper with fluidity
Life times and unexpected tuck and rolls are fodder for creativity

I want to write a silly sonnet....
With fancy pen strokes on it

I Am Great

I write this bouncy little tune
With a flouncy ickle fume

My poems are the best
In the world

I rock the planet more than
Mountains and hills

Indeed, I am orf me rock
Except for sulphur dioxide

Volcanoes erupted in Washington
So did a drug culture

I nearly forgot what an excellent poem
Writer that I am

Insane, yes
Real, no

The bells won't stop ringing 
In the church

Flow chart, box chart 
Insane brain chart

Money, by golly
I'm rich

Lottery money, the dough just rises and rises
Carbon Dioxide

Lovely summer, autumn and winter
Ahhhhh memories of home

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