Bridging the port
Calming wakes, defined as sport
Not needing any legal court
Only a scoreboard
Pointing which door
An Indianapolis checkered flag
Or hiking Arizona’s crags
Going in zags
Seeing single stags
Boys Fightin Illini windy gusts
Wanting a middle city bust
Girls giving USC, a nice tri
Enjoying a Final Four high
Reaching dunking heights
Friday night
Huskies have in sight
Next day another round
For the Nutmeg town
After dinner
There will be a winner
Due to an early evening rise
From southern gamecock cries
Serving gourmet steaks accompanied with eggs
Worth the beg
Two or three
Spectacle we believe
Are the attempts
Message sent
On the hardwood
By those who are good
Getting two points
Across the arena joint
But do not despair
What is fair
If your academic grades are not there
Since Huskie national championship hopes, are on the air
"mush" means go to the sturdy huskies in the Yukon
mush made of cornmeal I fry up and slater syrup on
mush is great to use in a poem, a chameleon without a blush.
she rhymes with hush, shush, gush, lush, and definitely rush.
Frank Zappa
proved he was no rapper
instead, he wrote don’t eat the yellow snow
where the Huskies like to go
a towel released cross
a sheepish floor
lizards grin at
what they adore
time stands still
feet replace hands
only the robots
shall understand
of nameless deaths
blind men sing
harmonizing
on apron strings
do racecars whir
around the track
as icecaps melt
like pancakes stacked
poetry's mad
it’s plainly seen
watching huskies howl
~ the moon doth preen
Missing life procedure
German Shepherd bleeding
Reminds me of humanity injured hurt
Puppies dog spring forth healings
Huskies and St Bernard's
Stop drinking bourbon smoking cigars
Rescue dogs living large
Humane pedigree saving Humanity
1/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
when two teams collide
Huskies will win with great pride
with God on their side
Joan Baez sang this great song.
Will never forget it
On YouTube under Joan Baez.
what would seem so stark
when opponents play in dark
heard huskies when they bark
A Ziplock bag of cut-up hot dogs, treats for my daughter's Huskies
Two gallon jugs of 1% milk, both nearly empty
Three bottles of dressing, ranch from 2007
Leftover spinach salad that looks a bit ashen
Syrup: chocolate, blueberry, and pancake
Raisins and nuts for our Christmas fruitcake
Yesterday's dessert- Apple Brown Betty
Cold, cooked spaghetti
Five types of cheese: cottage, American, cheddar, Swiss and cream
Boiled eggs and beer brats- a Friday night dream!
So, would you tell me Sir, what can’t a labradoodle do
You’ll never hear a labradoodle Cock-a-doodle-do
Neither will a wallaby or skippy kangaroo
Nor anything not chicken, and not a cockatoo
Huskies and Alsatians, they don’t figure in equations
You’ll never see them mouthing off at the United Nations
Or acting as the acting head of covert operations
Though they might do a better job if aided by Dalmatians
So why is it that all the news, whichever news you view
Shows Downing Street or Washington without further ado
Where some bloke with a flag behind him speaks at me and you
But when I listen all I hear is Cock-a-doodle-do
Reindeer racks, huffing and chuffing - smokestacks
longing, like huskies, to run with shining
red sleigh. Commercials over, indicates
to Nick, in his hip black and red plaid, matching
fur-rimmed hat, pom-pom and whiskers, “Let’s go!”
Colorado Reinbeer to the rescue. The swagger
and lift of spirited gifts to neighbors.
Santa moves with the covid times, to cheer
up the down in the mouth, even the kids
with suds of their own - root or birch beer floats.
Sleigh bells and holiday harnesses play
in the steep mountain snow with “Ho! ho! ho!”
11/28/2020
Loosely based on a segment I saw on the news.
Pirates, witches, dragons, castles, mats and bats,
Broomstick divas, a Dracula wearing red flats,
Huskies, and spider monkeys joining soulful frats,
Raccoons, starfish, butterflies, a skull that chats
My imagination gives me enormous congrats
As we pencil out another painting of rat wearing hats
Nothing but puppies;
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
When they get out of the pool yukky
Smelly are the fur biddies,
And those floppies, kitties,putties, putty, puffy, bunnies,
Eaten all the yuppy gummies,
While those piggies huskies tummy’s are muddy
Biddies, buddy, buggies, bunny, butties, copies,cubbies, cuppy, druggies, Duckies, fluffy, funny, fuzzy,
Guppies, hungry for honey,
hubbies, huggies, huskies, lovelies, lucky, lumpy, money, monies, muddy, mummies, nappies,piggies, pities, puppy
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
Nothing but puppies;
5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Watching Rose Bowl and Horrible Huskies
Performance Has Deteriorated
While we had waited and waited,
Performance sadly deteriorated,
Takles are missing,
And death kissing,
And opposers gladly celebrated.
Jim Horn
If all my wishes came true I would be driving a fire truck around town, blowing the sirens.
I would save people’s lives, stop child abuse, and build up bullies, so they could love themselves.
If all my wishes came true, I would live with two hundred and twelve dogs, mostly huskies.
And build a cat tower from here to heaven, so the heaven cats and the earth cats could play together.
If all my wishes came true I would build creative centers in the worst places in the cities,
And the people would come and eat pizza for free, and create masterpieces with their laughing children.
If all my wishes came true, everyone would have a house, clothes, and a lovely marigold-filled garden.
In every country in every universe there would be hope, resiliency, love, kindness, and synergy.
The world would be such a delightful place to live, there would be zero suicides and zero homicides.
The policemen would be around though, so they could wear their badges, and run community gardens.
If all my wishes came true, the world would be such a wonderful place to be, that heaven would smile.
If all my wishes came true, your wishes would also come true, and your neighbors, and mine.
Ears pricked at car door closing in the street,
and focussed on the footsteps through the gate
she stepped into the hall, unsteady feet
they bounded forward, welcome couldn't wait.
Two forty pounds of fur, and sixteen legs,
four eager snouts and tongues shot through the air
her hands held up fruitlessly as she begged,
they brought her down, smothered her face and hair.
A canine/human ball rolled on the floor
propelled by laughter, barks and sudden shrieks
of love and longing, bottled up before
the time has come to leave, and no-one speaks.
Chorus of barking, followed by the whines
the front door closing for the final time.
R.i.P Angela Miles, passed away today but was allowed home
to see her Huskies last week for a couple of hours.
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