I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
Before joining a steam of blizzards they escaped from,
Returning home, northwards, gelid and depressing,
For a funeral of dogs,
The ceremony of age,
Attended largely by silent yaps of strayed thunder.
Such as in spindled spongey bargains lips
Casted both bolted skullduggery
Sappily candidly preside barrowed bricks
Philanthropy balled head lettuce apple tree
Restted rustic gondola swaying hips
Pressue mounts of disktoelay on the contraj
I am of I say displaced
An accomphishped barteded dan shunter
Rad taddered is the one “c” that’s blinded
Ship regaurd the paccswn
Angle fram bar grin
Possiticlee no shame
NoThIng-VoGoN
Drowning by the seleural light
Reace darkness flees, run in fro light
Whind Shine
2/28/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Raining in summer ! Always nice to bless,
whether showers be heavy, more or less.
Rains moisten to cool, soothe and impress.
Me to face tropical sizzling summer,
strongly hitting with humid hot hammer.
Dry days meet thirst fram rain drops to murmur.
Scorching heat perchance calling immense cloud,
loaded with aqua mass carried in crowd
Summer rais burst flashing thunderbolt loud.
Trees and plants are slapped by strong summer storm.
Natural happenstance, absolute norm,
inviting summer showers to perform.
Soil caught in draught rejoiced in mirth.
Pleasant petrichor oozing from wet earth.
Bubbling passion for you taking new birth.
You might say they were.
You could even say they
Should have been.
What you won't say is it
wasn't sporting or something
You'll soon forget.
Ladies and gentlemen
Promoters Royal presents
" Championship Fallout"
Six cards, six trophies
One knucklehead
Card.
Fighteen men seven cards
Two guys each to one evelope
The extra man is named
Big knucklehead. The team that
Chooses the knucklehead
Will have a advantage they
Have gamblers choose.
They get 3 v 2 in matches
Tagteams are chosen at
Random and grapplers compliance
Rules apply do your job or risk
Suspintion.
Four corners and middle rope
A man In each corner
Two on the floor
Tag from the corner
Or tag between the rope from
The floor
Pinfall , submission, dq, countout
Team in putts there.
Last two teams draw from
The deck to crown, eliminate
To change partners, or the
Two end stipulation man on
Top at the end gets world
Title match.
Winning team is framed
Knucklehead trophy winners
And it means
If the world tagteam champions
Receive either 4 countout losses
Or 4 disqualifcation losses in
a two week period they
Default and the knuckleheads
Are named world tag champs.
Just havin some fun here to the melody of a song written in 1945 called Frim Fram Sauce, made famous by Nat King Cole and many others.
You gottcha Black Bottom Cheesecake,
Meat pie that Mom makes
and sure to satisfy -
you gotcha freshed picked Apple
and cinnamon spice
with some icecream on the side.
If Boysenberry don't getcha droolin'
or a Shepard's pie steamin' hot,
maybe Coconut Cream or Mississippi Mud
or a crust topped Chicken Pot.
Now, if Boston or Banana Cream don't do it,
then Blueberry's gotta hit the spot
and don't forget Key Lime or Lemon Meringue
with a dab of whipped cream on top,
or lip snakin' pies like Peach and Peacan
or Pumpkin or Pizza - help me. I can't stop!
I woke from my dream and did some braggin'
as I looked my wife in the eye.
Then the last dessert I ever ate
was a large piece of Humble Pie!
sniggle snarp to the i flee
frumple fram to me and ye
hearts a croom and eyes a breen
word from mouthy to me queen
How do I put my life in a frame? It would
make my Soul so delightful if I can put it in
a fram and hang it o the wall for all to see.
If I put my Soul in a frame, it will fall and crash
to the floor because it is too weak to hang.
You can hang me with nails; hopefully, I'll stay up.
I look at my pictures from my childhood. Some from
catholic school, my 1st Holy Communion, and even
from my high school graduatioon; they make me
sick to look at them because of all the pain
from the past.
Maybe, one day I will be able to paint a beautiful
picture of my Soul and hang it on the frame;
polished and free from wounds.
I guessed that they called it mustard gas because of it,s yellow hue.
Once you got a mouthfull there was nothing you could do.
Your throat explodes,your lungs implode as your brain screams out for air.
You rip the skin off your windpipe but you don,t even care.
Where it touches your skin, it burns right in leaving blisters in it,s wake.
Your skin looks like it.s boiling, how much more can you take.
You can hear your brothers moaning, they.re in excrutiating pain.
Soon you find yourself praying, please God, make it rain.
The first raindrops do nothing, but as the gray clouds open up.
The water tastes refreshing, and you drink fram a porcelain cup.
By now the rain is pouring,you see yellow river.s in the sand.
The battlefield goes quiet, you look out over no mans land.
You can see your friends are crawlling now,back toward thier trench.
The air smells rank and putrid, truly an ungodly stench.
The battlefield goes silent now,the gas clouds wash away.
we clear the bodies from no mans land, now we,re ready for the day.
There are times when we all fall
And there will be times to carry on
You are one person and there's only one GOD
Standing all alone
No place to go, no home
Left in the dark, hoping and praying that one day you'll have a family
That it'll never fall apart
Fell so left behind "GOD are you there give me a sign"
She want to run, but it seems the more she run the more darker it gets
Nothing in the picture seems to fit
Young and already going threw hard times and struggle
Special thanks to GOD thats why everyday I show I love you
Try to put me down, I'm going to be more then you thought I'll be
Picture perfect have a codack moment
In the future in that fram will be me