I like the color yellow
why
i like old cars
you cant
I love the sun
I hate it
I love cold weather
I hate cold weather
why do you hate
why do you sit there and negative
when you can positive
why are you dark
when you can light
when the world says turn
why do you stand still
I get so much
Satisfaction washing
God's people's feet
Also when I teach
The bible to God's
People they become
Hungry for the bible
It was God that wrote
The bible
With his holy hands
A long time ago
He built his life with calloused hands,
In sawdust, cedar, pine and oak,
A man who measured where he stood,
And meant each honest word he spoke.
He didn't bend to suit the room,
Or soften truths to make them sweet—
He told you straight, exactly how
The world was laid out at your feet.
A godly man of stubborn faith,
Unshaken as a mountain side,
Who loved his family fierce and deep
With quiet, unpretentious pride.
At evenings end, he'd settle in
To watch the western trail untether,
Where cowboys rode beneath the blue
And weathered every storm together.
And when the screen grew soft and sweet,
And romance bloomed–as love will do–
He'd crack a smile and state the fact:
"Oh, he got the tulips."
Now heaven's shop has open doors,
And red spring blooms along the fence,
Where honest trade and plain-spoken truth
Make perfect, everlasting sense.
Rest easy, Papa. You finished the build,
You kept the faith, and you left us with a lifetime of love and laughter to hold onto.
Yet again such troubles
Speaketh as words
The surges of evening
Make darkest the day
As if expectance is deserved
_______________________________
If you can withstand my
Ooh auh wollies
And my auh we oohs
Then I can deal with your
Auh she mollies til we
Say I do
Got auh nutta one
Tryna get tween
She and me
Baby keep me near
Got auh nutta one
The buck stops right here
She's my lady
Someone I love sincre
If the nights are for sleeping
I will say I do
Conflicting resolutions
Solved tween me and you
She likes meddling
She likes getting in
Others affair
She tells a story
I feel like I'm right there
If it's about us together
Then I am all in
Marrying a special woman
One I call my best friend
Got your gossiping
Right here in my hand
All ways got some thing
Only you know
My wife is my friend
Stop underming me
My gal is right here
Those you better hands
And snears and sleases
It all stops right here
calm… tranquility
peace of mind…
worry’s for others
your timepiece buried
in the sands of the seashore
no rush, my brothers
When storms get tumultuous and
Shadows press on your mind.
I stay on my toes, never slithering
From my stance.
I talk to you strong until your
Lights aligned
And walk you through whatever
Predicament.
I keep your self- beliefs loaded
And shield your inner vigor
Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore
Extra curricular activities ,
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra terrestrial cosmology,
saucer you are a foe, metaphor
You are an earl gray without Milk and sugar ,
a cup after an interlocking prayer
A wrinkled skin that tells a lot about a tafsir
And a tiny pillow that will be always mine
telling me to come home and sing a mundane song.
I am oblivious to loose any more
I am neither grievance nor exaltation
I am a tribune that you are Sasha's brother
they check the headline every day
Do you have the funeral teardrops with you?
Mine one was empty as I got them all from you.
The one who knows Rita
The one who knows Glow in the dark
The one who knows Chapter Takathur
The one who knows Alan Kurdi
The one who knows I miss that I never coveted
The one who knows I came to the sky blue , light hearted silt head
Not to have you, but to have me, back!
WANDERING PLACE GET ME WAKA
wandering place got me moving
same space different place
I shall not be dismayed
placed on a separate plate
Be no on dessert
Sweating my crown be moist
So beaming down
I walk the town
My head up
I hide in them bush
my hair needs a brush
What the heck
Don't give me gimme that look
Need no cash cause I got cabbage
Lettuce carrot you
wandering place got me moving
same space different place
I shall not be dismayed
placed on a separate plate
Be no on dessert
Sweating my crown be moist
wandering place get me waka
English verse
8/18/26
by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
Chicago, Milwaukee, Minnesota
Indian names of American fame
Lake Winnebago, Mt. Moosilauke
Indian names, American Jabberwocky
LeBron, Te’Oscar and Shaquille
Black Men, America’s athletic ideal
Beyonce and Megan Three Stallion
Black women, enticing hellions
Yet in the White House we get Joe and Donald
Next time, maybe ‘Pete’
Those white names’ve got no rhythm
They’ve got no beat
pretenuse her smile
her oohing wooing walk
that sparkle in her eyes
the confident way she talks
get the heads ah-turning
when she walks by
find your self grunting
and everyone knows why
at a snap of her finger
she can get the men
to attention
never mind what she's saying
it's all in the mention
it's so expected
and whispered
in discussion
she's an honest expression
of desire
beleive us we aint fronting
she's got that ooh wee ooh wee ooh
that specail way that she do
she got that auh I wanna ooh
it's expressed in everthing
she do
Neoliberal psychology
Guess work astrology
Ideology of technology
Not biology or zoology
Climate change tautology
More misled mythology
With plenty of misogyny
So don't be a progeny
Ruining our ecology
Perfidious methodology
Investigate the pathology
Dodgy as any theology
Populist prodigal prodigy
Just wild child kidology
That’s their anthology
Still we tighten our belt
But as we surely melt
Plead need oncology
For hand they've dealt
For everything smelt
Time for a heart felt
On bended knee knelt
Apology..!
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so do
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whut uv it
"shnap"
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A beggarman got in my face today
yelling and screaming, his finger poking my stomach
He showed me how cruel I’ve become
when I dared call him a filthy bum
Of course he exploded, called me all sorts of names
most of which were decidedly not me
‘til I gave that man a piece of my mind
which he spat on although it was free
When he got her to cross love’s Rubicon,
and they no longer had their clothing on,
she stared at him with dismay in her eyes,
and said, "Is that thing ever gonna rise?
Or is this what you call your big surprise?"
More impressive than ever these days
skyscrapers keep finding new ways
to terrify me every day
My megalophobia makes me break out in sweat
hold my hand downtown ~ a veritable flood you will get
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