I've moved yall far away from earth
Where there are no more hurricanes, hospitals
And there is no more hurt
I moved to a new place, a place called No More
That's off across the sea and far away from the shore
A place where there's no wondering, worries or why's
No more leaving without good-byes
No more pain, problems and pills
No more struggling to pay these bills
No more fusses, no more fights
No more sleepless, lonely nights
No more questions for the doctor to answer
No more suffering from this cancer
There are many new things here I've never seen before
In this beautiful place I call No More
For I want you to know I'm as happy as can be
So no more tears to cry for me
I'm at peace where I belong, for the place I call No More
Is now the place I call my home
Categories:
fusses, cancer, cry, death, heaven,
Form: Narrative
Most often she was sisu, and otimistic.
He didn't want to understand her confusion
it caused him to lack confidence
Fickle minded and full of
optimism he wanted her to get to the part
of her decision making process where
she would be full of regret and sorry for
not making the deal. Being fair he saw her frustration
and knew what she meant by not believing
something would coor could come along
and unravel the affordability of the
Magincent object.
Then elucidation made clear what was to be done
clear minded and full of confidence she made
the decision to acquire.
Cacophonous sounds are often the fusses
of complication:where all functioning factors
aren't assigned their roles.
She was amazingly impressed. They sought equipment
to go into full production.
Knowing no demographic could measure their
doings , and only the first sales to the time of measurement
could predict the pace and scope that details
their companies exsistance.
Categories:
fusses, music,
Form: Ballad
My sister is a fussbudget
I am shocked.
Why do you call her that? I ask.
She worries about everything.
She is fussy about everything.
Like what? I asked.
She fusses over recipes, they have to be put in an order.
What kind of order?
She has them color coded and alphabetized.
Which one?
Both.
She fusses over a piece of lint on your shirt.
She can talk about it for weeks.
There was a piece of white lint on Leland’s shirt.
How can anyone talk about that for weeks?
I don’t know, she replied. Do I look like a fussbudget?
Categories:
fusses, sister,
Form: Prose Poetry
The blue twin headed elephants you knew,
Met them in a bar,
One night,
In a fight.
Neither one of which,
Knew what to do.
Tammy was a pacifist.
Sue loved a good fight.
Each had to go home,
With the other at night.
Their various beliefs,
Caused such a fright.
Both began to,
Pull their hair out at night!
Oh Tammy Sue,
Oh Tammy Sue,
What will you do?
When the police come for you!
Every night you have a fight,
Now your neighbors are up all night!
Can you not see,
How easy it would be,
To curl your trunks in,
Underneath your chin?
Have a peanut or two,
And say you are through!
No more fights at night!
Perhaps you could take a flight,
See the world,
Eat peanuts on a ship.
Or walk about,
Quietly living,
Which is what you could shout!
No arguments here!
No fusses to be had!
Very nicely living,
Very quietly to bed!
Categories:
fusses, 12th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
El Coco Definitivo...
Get myself together
get a change of atmoshere
never mind the weather
only we can do this here
don't say you love me
when nothing you say is true
you and I together
starts with me and you
Friend of mine
someone to respect
nothing here but
but lies
and regrets
spats and fusses
got us seperated
try my best
to make it less complicated
got know thyme to be wiff me
sassy thang
you got it going on
why is this whiskey sweet
when it should be strong
I love the Laird
She heard my cry
time goes on
as the days go by
sista thang
said she's ah freind
she quite divisive
those smiles and grins
get it right
you tell me all the time
what you talking bout
Baby it aint mine
we got to fix our stuff
clean and chore
we gone have some guest
but you left your drawels
behind the door
whats ah man to do
whats ah man to do
you tipping out
gotta be
someone's get that Nummy
and it aint me
triffling
troubled fool
you left me broken hearted
Baby that aint cool
Categories:
fusses, guitar, music,
Form: Ballad
find blue summer in the undulating
fans of the kelp forests’
kelly green
swirl aquamarine waters
lemon tangs and
silvery blue angelfish dart,
dive disappear in a cloud
of color near
fluffy white sand bottom
the jet black stingray floats
like a kite
ripples ruffles flips and fusses
stops abruptly to let the
sand grains settle over wings
burying all but two round pearly
black eyes
ever observant
en garde
sunny red and vivid yellow
clownfish mingle kiss and
swish within the caressing
tentacles of the purple sea
anemones their symbiosis
on display
lit by golden shafts of
sunlight stabbing thirty and
forty feet angled through
the feathery kelp limbs
amber seahorses buck and rock
with the ocean waves
and currents of deeper cooler
waters flowing like underwater
rivers through the warm
buoyant waters of the
colorful kelp
Corals in colors carefully
chosen by Poseidon for their
elements of smiles, giggles
and warm hardy laughter
sea cucumbers decorate
the sands surrounding
the bases of the
kelp as they reach stretching
up to 300 feet to the
tossed gyrus and
sulcus of the ocean
sea foam surface
Categories:
fusses, beautiful, light, ocean,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Montreal Mount Royal Pixabay.
Montreal in the Fall
Well, sis, deal with it while bro throws a fit,
I stand, mom fusses with the new dresses,
Bro's frown much bigger, her smile, his trigger,
He stomps to changing. I glide to wearing,
I spin with pleasure. He grabs another,
On to school supplies, mom's past will surprise,
Laptop, iPad end, paper, and the pen,
My bro's ignited, gets mom excited,
Bro ditches his frown, mom gets back her clown,
Mom's costly exchange, bro's sneaky shortchange,
Top brand names he gets, don't worry, dad's cheques,
At Pig's Farm, oh yea, an ice cream cafe,
Kenny acted up. Teasing had buildup,
My names' Evelyn, he says, Evil-Lynn,
Kenny is evil, Evil Ken-evil,
A workaholic, like dad, real quick,
Mom, the careerist, turned "Mommie Dearest,"
Act nice little ones. Twosome meets gruesome,
We all bust, laughing, "Got-cha," we're cracking,
Montreal, we shopped, price and snow, mom opt,
Twas no snow, twas sad, shopped with mom, we're glad.
Long drive and bro's sad, girls spoke French, his bad,
Sorta English, mine's, was deaf, he spoke sign,
Monsters, together, slept on my brother.
2022 August 21
Categories:
fusses, beautiful, character, funny, teen,
Form: Rhyme
I do salute your Irish gall. 'You' have the balls, I should say,
Among Western hens that lie down false super-cocks to obey.
Let them cluck, wear beards, have moustache to pretend they, too, are men.
'You' and the likes of 'you', Lady, mold the future peace today.
Let others think of their bellies and what they have beneath them,
Rise and fall as dust motes in winds and be happy with their way.
Let them pop up as heated corns for the blue-eyed, blond-haired folks
And ignore the dark-featured souls now as they did yesterday,
Shamelessly choose to be deaf-mute when their lands invade others,
And blind to their own 'legal' crimes, impudently turn away,†
But for the others' invasion of a land their fusses rise
To the heaven's seventh region. A black man's a castaway.
We should rage against the liars of the West till they go gray
And their old hypocrites' empire reaches its fated decay.
March 12, 2022
* Lady Clare Daly is a member of the European Parliament
† From 248 military operations in the world from 1948 to 2001, 201 cases (%81) have been initiated by the USA.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TfyeJSfGrnw
No comments, please!
Categories:
fusses, humanity, political, world,
Form: Ghazal
A week woman cries and hollers fusses and skalks
That she has nobody
A weak woman will settle for any someone to caress
A physical bond then calling
That true love the weak woman burden
Strong she acts and carries on
Instead of finding her a man who's strong
One who serves God
One who's not perfect yet follows his heart
His hearts with Jesus
Jesus And God a weak woman will settle for anything and not
Not have any standards
A week woman with bond with her arms instead of her spirit and soul
Our minds intellect she does confess
Puts her in such a ratchet mess
a weak woman
Will fall falter falling down
A weak woman will stay underground
a weak woman
Shall fade away
Unless you repents and returns to the fray
You are God's daughter and you have standards
And yes you matter you are so stand up be strong
Being on high flight the wings of an eagle
Around your neck rise up honor your Father
For you are not a weak woman and you know your the daughter
A princess being this instant a strong Woman Of God Hallelujah
9/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
fusses, allusion, analogy, cheer up,
Form: Dramatic Verse
It was not I that unveiled her beauty.
The model waiting to enter a camera lens
fusses over a shoulder strap and steps out.
Did I see a veil fall?
The crying girl beneath was erased in an instant
as she felt eyes upon her, it vanished
where she pouted and posed.
Maybe I was mistaken, maybe I’m and old romantic,
seeking something not there,
but I do see her alone with her dressing table mirror,
listening to the glass image, telling it not to cry so.
Exasperated she rises and walks to a window.
There is a man in the distance, he is away
from the crowded street.
He is waving to her.
I imagine I am Peter Pan bringing home the lost girls.
Though she sees only a small boy
and wonders why the child is all alone in the park
crying.
Then she remembers her own secret image
and understands.
Categories:
fusses, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A poem
canny,
talkative,
voracious that
intends to innovate ...
invokes,
flames, screams,
fusses and
no one
reads it ...
A poem
manipulated,
sexed,
rapacious,
mushy,
smelling
incest ...
does nothing but
to spread the
pages,
legs ...
for soon
all come
, enter into
and read ...!
Categories:
fusses, abuse, allusion, creation, extended
Form: Free verse
Qu'est-ce que c'est
What is it? (Qu'est-ce que c'est}
this invisible pull that can do so much
make the iris enlarge
and water flow from the thighs
like Niagara
gives the heart the pleasure of its sight
or the ear the joy of a sound
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Makes one just want to smell another
their clothes, where they laid their head
what they touched on you
whatever they left with you good or bad
all the foreplay you need is for him to lie atop you
their breath is magic and their heartbeat is a spell
Qu'est-ce que c'est
makes you listen so as he fusses on the phone
and you stay on the line for five hours
cause the sound of his voice is music
takes you to a paradise at the sight of
their picture even though you can’t see
clearly with one eye punched shut
he’s o.k. though
he's still good looking
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Makes them still look fine
after they have been so bad
torn off your fingernails
you thought it was sexy
Now what is the attraction?
Qu'est-ce que c'est
1/15/2020
Free Verse Fever - A - Attraction
Contest Judged: 1/23/2020
Writing Prompt - Take the Dagger Out Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Categories:
fusses, abuse, love,
Form: Free verse
Nona is love with a spoon in her hand,
To stir the pot or smack your hand.
She's free with her hugs, her stories, her food,
But if your bad she comes unglued.
She hustles and bustles all over the place.
She fusses and worries and gets in your face.
If she can't solve your problems with food and a hug,
She'll call in a priest and get down on the rug,
To pray for your soul and your problems she'll share.
With the priest and The Lord she'll lay her heart bare.
If you don't have a boyfriend then she's sealed your fate.
She'll call up her nephew and get you a date.
Never tell her you're hungry 'less you want to be fed.
She'll feed you till your eyes bug out of your head;
And when she feeds you you'd best clean your plate.
If you don't eat it all then her food you must hate.
Then her feelings are hurt and you feel like a cad,
So eat till you're sick so she don't feel bad.
She's the queen of the guilt trips and the queen of hearts,
But she does give new meaning to the phrase,"Ow! that smarts."
Her eyes still twinkle though she's withered and old,
But when God made her, He broke the mold.
Categories:
fusses, grandmother,
Form: Couplet
Rain makes you lonely
Rain makes you sad
Rain makes you wish things you never had
It brings about changes of thoughts in your mind
to leave all the bad ones behind
Rain makes you clean places you hardly ever clean
before, even behind the refrigerator in the
corner on the floor
Rain hypnotizes you and makes you sleep
even if you are not that beat
it's the drop that puts you in a trance
when it's only the moment you want to enhance
Rainy days are good sometimes
for newlyweds, lovers old and new
they seem to soothe fusses and fights
to bring about peace all through the night
and make love shine through to end all
sadness, red or blue
Categories:
fusses, anger, cool, i miss
Form: Lyric
Love has emotions for all kinds of reasons
Love can last forever or only for a season
Love is like a toy it can leave you spinning
Love is felt early, at times from the very beginning
Love brings disappointment, tears and sadness
Love brings joy, smiles and gladness
Love brings messages through phone, mail and text
Love has you wondering what he'll say next
Love brings fusses and sometimes a fight
Break up today, make up tonight
Love brings talks and walks in the park
Love brings holding hands on the porch in the dark
Love brings two together as one
Love is when silly can be so much fun
Love makes a heart have an irregular beat
Love makes you clip his toenails and massage his feet
Love brings questions where you guess the answer
Love is a disease that can spread like cancer
It grows all over from head to toe
It makes you tell the world you love that person so
And even at night when you are not together
Love brings you to that person, no matter wherever
And before you go to sleep after a long, hard day
You thank God for the love He has sent your way
Categories:
fusses, cute love, feelings, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
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