Horny Lizard Music
I “Slap Uh the bass”
Gosh darn...
Lizard Brain...
Cold Blooded?
What the heck???
A Speck of Dust in the Eardrum
Humm...
Strum, strum, strum away...
Echo Location
Whale, Monkey, Eagle, Lizard, Dragon, Snake, Bear, Wolf, Pig, Dawg, and “Mouse”
This is a crazy thing to talk about
NOT in MY house...
Just saying
Pick up that bass and go back to “slaying”
Hey...
Is for Horses???
NOT for kids...
I want to counter your offer with my Humm
Red wine kiss sweet twisted taste
In the rain Wave toward the booming thunder make me giggle
tasty treats are my way to plant the seeds
Under nights waves I crashed through the door
Life is my candy store
Lips grand heavy cream shakes lose my indigo steams
Hun I told you I am not without you bum bum
Lyrically I am soap for tasty eating
Make my home with sour candy
Live for this peace
Love Is my name I am the Game
Feeling pulse
Rhythmic pull
Thud and ache
A simple tool
She lays so still
Pale soft and clear
A red painted lip
Finds man's one weakness
Her body firm explore
I learn
Softer still I find warmth and joy
As urges pull between soft wet glow
Grabbing hard hips laced in silk
Pulse explodes in desires thrill
Body one a thrilling Humm
I've become her favorite toy
Drips hold until water flows
Drowning sweet
Until thirst unfolds
Ohh yee
Multicolored feathered luminous
Hummingbird
Perilously perched on the tree ahead
Recently just since landed here
Currently now drawing in such deep breaths
Filling up your lungs with every gasp
Expanding your barreled chest
In order so you can
Sing and humm me
I alone a natural lullaby
In order to show me what it must be like
To fly free above a placid lake
Shimmering without a wake
And then afterwards please promise me
Once you are done and through with me
You will move on
So you can make another person's
Dream come true
And on your way
Disappear behind a rainbow
Leaving a trace and shower
Of a billion golden flakes and sprinkles
Wakes and trails
Days are sharp as memories pass
As the idle thunder attest
to storms of unsettled wrath.
They gather together on the opaque horizons.
The engines of the highway HUMM
and
the grind with the heaviness of an iron heart
…eons-long!
Full of oily thoughts and rusted parts,
in memorium when machines ran
by our hand only in the theory of history, Grand!
The city reeks of oblivion and abstract thoughts…
Infinities' echos were sharp redrawn imagery…
Antiquated days nestled in idol thunder!
of tomorrow’s memories…ALL
In the theory of memory
Now all color is
…is the color of embers
As we rust like echos that pass
into the wasted days, abstract!
In theory of memory…
Only the bitter last!
She glanced at him from across the table
while carefully realigning her eating utensils.
He was reading a report of some kind, or
so she thought. He was completely engrossed
[Clearly, he was not aware of her presence]
In his cellphone like she was not there.
Once, she said rather loudly
”Uh-humm,”
But he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
She sighed.
Then, she took her cellphone from her purse
and googled
DIVORCE LAWYERS
written July 31, 2021
If love is not a butterfly, what then is love?
a ripe avocado pear, maple julep, honeycomb?
momma said I didn't know
much about honey bees that she kills the drone
first before accepting she is in love tune,
then hummns love melodies.
Love ; tastes of honey in my
mouth at dawn, at dusk It goes
sour or in between.
even if I let go, still your taste
like memory, a painful memory,
reopening itself into itself
like a wounded artery deep down
as my blood got congealed.
so love is not just a lovely butterfly
it first became a butter then flew
so if you say you don't love am gonna wait
till you drain of me. then you can humm
love tunes in melodies of me
Then love is a sacrifice,
but am I ready to be your Sahara?
Gideon Idudje
Turn the channel
Click click static burns
Ghosts tumble through, lost voices echo
Old channels Humm
Something upon the airwaves
Messages from afar
Drifting through nights
Echoing voices forever in time
Turn the channel
Images swim
Faces blur
Something comes in
Click click faces dance
Something stumbles ghostly and old
Airwaves fold and sound mumble and buzz
Change the waves
Ghosts scream old echoes
Channels lost and forgotten
Humming upon open channels, ancient
Forgotten, drifting, static burns into the neon night
Forgotten faces leave traces
After images of the past
Turn the channel
Click click something hums
Echoes turn
Something burns
I found the piano for me
You must think that I'm lonely
Classical music, let's talk about classical music
Just stop your waiting
Popping at night
I found the piano for me
We are partitioning and partitioning and partitioning and partitioning
You're looking at the musical play
Just stop your concerting
I'm the ragtime one
Humm! Got so much to say
I've heard concerts
So, beautiful and lovely
We are scoring and scoring and scoring and scoring
I live my life as if I'm lyric
ooh, girl, you are so perfect
Just stop your concerting
You're my opera, not a drama
You're my musical
Fla la-la-la-la
My musical
is you girl
Ah! you're euphoric
I am your lyric
You're my musical, my opera, not my drama.
Concerting
I am your lyric
You're my opera, not my drama.
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Humm, I have feet but I can't stand on the ground;
I have ears but I can't hear the sounds;
I'm not handicapped I'm handy whole;
I'm perfect in my soul;
I have eyes but I can't see;
it must be something hanging over me;
5/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
What if oranges grow in the desert
Or would that be more of a coincidence
What if cactus flower
We're just a desert
Humm!!! Good but with the thorns and thistles wouldn't it hurt
Well I guess I would never know
Because I stubbed my toe
Then I fell in a ditch
Then I got sick
Because of the cumulus cloud
Within it The Thunder Rolls loud
The lightning flashed
As the Thunder crashed
And as it struck the ground
The lightning round
I proceeded to frown
Why? because my nose bleed
And it is is as often as I have said
You can't get oranges from a cactus plants
And does it ever ever rain ...
in the desert
10/31/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Secrets of the kiss & tell let's leave it behind close doors where it's best and better. The love that sometimes hurt but as attractive as the sweet scent of a flower. With flower pedals soft & warm. Rose steams minus the thorns. Worry free only drama is the romance building between lovers. Love Jones to favorite slow songs. Romantic overload cause the attractions still young. Erotic touch fresh & tender melting in hands. Gentle wet kisses between rounds leads to more rounds. Cautious first encounter mutual ease and care. Due to the fact If it goes right future days will bring heated passion with animalistic attraction. Check all games, lies, & manipulation at the door. Truth, honesty, sincerity will keep the love growing. Along with the need and want for each other in truth more. Kiss and tell games; love sounds and tunes in loves quiet storm. As the Rhythm and pace of lovers heartbeats Humm & beat on.
Close the door.....
Enjoy!!!!
Lord, I'm thirsty but I won't,
drink the waters;
Have mercy Lord satisfy me;
O I'm crying Lord, God
But I won't take a towel
O God I'm crying and I won't take a towel;
Gonna shed these big ole tears and watch em fall;
Lord, I'm thirsty but I won't,
drink the waters;
Have mercy Lord satisfy me;
a hum humm
Lord, I'm thirsty but I won't,
drink the waters;
Have mercy Lord satisfy me;
a hum humm
Lord, I am hungry O God
But Lord I won't eat your word;
Did you heard...I said God I ain't gonna eat your word;
Ain't gonna eat your or your manna, no, no
Why? cuz I'm full
I'm full of sin;
I said, Lord...
Lord, I am hungry O God
But Lord I won't eat your word;
Did you heard...I said God I ain't gonna eat your word;
Ain't gonna eat your or your manna, no, no
Why? cuz I'm full
I'm full of sin;
O Lord, I'm thirsty but I won't,
drink the waters;
Have mercy Lord satisfy me;
8/16/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
From forthcoming anthology “Old Gospel Songs Sung"
shuffling feet recede with the sinking heat
shadow chanters possess the street
sidewalk dancers work their song
the mind a clenched fist
pounding a one beat drum
a hustle in lunacy
chasing crank and doom
sound surrounds a fool
that is what you hear
the constant humm lost in the ear
exhales as a kindle, leads a rumble
the bellow of a beast howling thunder
the sound so pleasing
crawls under the skin
begins to breath
becomes the wind
jacked up
spread thin
spinning shards of speed
believing all the joy in greed
sabotage of self redeem
a play to crash and fiend
infringes the sound of terror
louder than an ocean roars
misery always begs more
hand on a knife
steady work in a glisten
fury breathes bending twisted
thrashing fragile decline
slashing sublime
carving within the lines
seeking a hollow spine
nothing seen to intervene
struck hard to a mad core
falling through every door
landing in the sleep of dreams
face in a pillow
held to the floor
nothing left to see
suffocation frees a demon
leaves a human being
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
My boss thought he was so clever
not giving me a raise for extra responsibility
‘Twas in the wonderful days when jobs
were in abundance but that worked both ways
Promptly gave my notice and he was ecstatic
to announce he was giving my job to a university grad
A week overlap to train her should be more than plenty
Didn't he roll his eyes when he overheard me
having the nerve to suggest she might want to take notes
So I gladly took this as my cue to take an early leave
I was excess baggage obviously but imagine this
she had to be retrained three times it’s true
The first time, idle tongues
must have wagged that the fault was mine
but the second and the third, humm…
I think justice had been served
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on December 17, 2018 for contest JUSTICE - WORD OF THE YEAR sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 4TH
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