It's just who I am; yes, I have ADHD,
But that diagnosis doesn't define me.
Granted, it has its flaws; my mind is far from harmonious,
Yet sometimes I see with such clarity, it's pure utopia.
When I write poetry, creativity comes over me—my happy hour,
And seeing what others can't see, pareidolia is my superpower.
Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heaven’s Helpful Hand
Blew in swiftly, barely touching her feet on corn or land
We watched her flit here, there, under, over, around and through.
She got little accomplished but certainly entertained me and you.
I'M STILL HERE
IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS 10 YEARS OLD
I WAS MOLESTEDFOR 5 YEARS FROM MY DAD
AND RAPED BY MY BROTHER
BUT I"M STILL HERE
I HAVE BEEN BEATENWITH A TOW CHAIN
AND MY HOUSE WAS SET ON FIRE WITH ME IN IT
BUT I"M STILL HERE
I HAVE BEEN BEATENAND THROWEN THREW A BIG PICTURE WINDOW
AND WAS RIPED FROM ALL MY CLOTHES OFF
BUT I"M STILL HERE
I WAS RAPED ON SEVERAL ACCOUNTSBY MY MOM'S
BOYFRIEND AND HIS SON
BUT I'M STILL HERE
I HAVE HAD OVER 11 SURGERIES PLATES AND SCREWS
ALL DOWN MY RIGHT HAND SIDE
BUT I'M STILL HERE
I WAS SLIPPED DOWNERS IN MY DRINKS
AND ALMOST DIED
BUT I'M STILL HERE
I WAS BEATEN SO BAD BY MY HUSBAND THAT WHEN THE OFFICERS
TOOK ME TO WHERE MY BROTHER AND SISTERS CAMPSITE
THEY DIDN'T EVEN RECONGIZE I WAS
BUT I'M STILL HERE
I WAS VERBALLY ABUSEDON SEVERAL ACCOUNTS
AND SOMETIMES I THINK IT"S WORSE
BUT IM STILL HERE
THE REASON FOR THIS POEM IS NEVER GIVE UP
CAUSE IM STILL HERE
My dog smells like sewer
He runs toward me like a freight train
Jumps into my recliner and lollygags all over me
Now we both smell like sewer
I coax him into the bathroom
He is stronger than I am
No way I am getting him into the tub
my husband is yelling not to let him stay in the house
help I do not need
You can tell it's finally winter,
the glaze of icy glitter
Darker mornings, sun late dawning
Freezing cold and bitter
Woollen hats, chunky scarfs
slippery and sliding paths
children's runny noses
Red lips and looking chapped
A festive time
Happy elves and Santa's sack
He sees if you've been good or bad
I know that for a fact
Christmas crackers, candy canes
Songs are played and party games
winter is for all to enjoy
No matter what your age
A special season, I love so much and that will never change
He was a unique kind of man
Always thinking about others
Helping any way he could
Even if it left him with nothing
No one ever hurt around him
But when the time came
When he was left with nothing
Not one person was there to help
No one even offered him a penny
They just turned their backs
But he was still a happy man
He did all that he could for everybody
And that was who he was
The only decent man he knew
And he was proud of that
© Poem – IX/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
prophetic powers she wanted to help
saving one child at a time
small witch with a mission
good to perceive a need - better to fulfill it with a deed
Unsolicited advice
against its storm I brace
Showing no fear or shame
as they get up in my face
In other words ...
They tell me to zig
when I'm zagging
"Hurry up man!"
when I'm lagging
"That's not the way
I'd do it!" they opine
"Better listen to me,
get to it!" every time
Hmm, if that's true
then I'll know
just what to do
when I am you!
More precisely ...
When I do what you say
in my own peculiar way
You stand
beaming with pride
taking credit
If I dare to complain
you declare me insane
then expose me to
ridicule on Reddit
(You don't regret it—
there, I've said it!)
Now I had my say
what will you do?
Hopefully MYOB
not misconstrue
"We just told you
the best way to go
You must listen to us
don’t you know?”
Thanks! If that's true
then I'll know
just what to do
when I am you!
As odd as that sounds
it must be true
I'll be doing sooo much better
when I am you!
T-rex with his stubby little hands opens cans for the raccoons.
They are in existence in dinosaur era, they come out with full moons.
He is helpful and kind, but many do not realize or know.
His lumbering body intimidates some, when he walks through the snow.
Yes, it is beginning to get colder, soon the ice age will appear.
I am sad to think of it, for T-rex and other dinosaurs are dear.
He is a great guy; he brings provisions to the prairie dogs every day.
They love him because he encourages them to be joyful and play.
You cannot tell by a person’s bulk or height whether he is nice.
T-Rex is a sweetheart, which is why I hate seeing the ice.
I know he will soon be extinct, but hopefully his friends will remember.
How kind this huge beast was in October, November and December
It is not helpful to think, to ruminate
on things that cannot be re-thought.
The original is pounced upon
by piggy-back thinkers.
Charge and counter-charge,
nothing changes
thoughts engraved in stone remain.
When a brash mind questions,
rats nibble at ancient foundations.
Better to write poetry,
better to lie then bolster a false truth.
A poem can fabricate
love and hate and still be true.
It's not helpful to think too much
about this.
The lonely lamp pole
Stand by the roadside
Day and night
Watching
Pedestrians too busy to look up
Drivers too involved to admire
The old lamp pole
Just like an old mother
Standing by the children's side
Watching
Too old to interfere
Too old to be helpful
And now
The children have grown up
Tall and fat
And now
They know how to fly
High and far
And will finally
Out of sight
~a happy helping hopes hurriedly hopeful
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
encouraging words
observant of others' needs
~good speech that builds up
At the start, you plant a seed
then you have to prepare
to give them food and water
and a lot of love and care
As they grow, and except who they are
you must show, that you can be fare
as you know, how far to set the bar
you must flow, to find their gear
Give praise, for doing well
for those in the groove
Give advice, when things don’t jell
because your there, to help them soothe
Be meaningful, for them to excel
because they do want, to improve
Encourage them to ring, their own bell
and be helpful, for those on the move
For the commitment to manage
you have to believe in their deed
and give them the wright language
so, they feel someone of need
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