Mom's slippers are common
All over the world
It is use as tool to crush mosquitos
It is use as tool to punish an offender
It is use as pad instead of stick
As instructional tool
Or a tool to discipline a child.
Rumble of Thunder
Wrath of anger
Punishment voice
The Mighty One
The voice above all
Lightning flash
Warning and heed
A world that doesn’t care
Penalty of beware
Caution wise
Careful approach
Obedience reed
The need to listen
Instructional mount
Days, Hours and Minutes count
Last Thunder
Last lightning flashed
You have been warned.
About you not being perfect ,
No one is perfect.
Guess it is why everyone needs each other.
Life is a journey. A path of many trials , sometimes you win, sometimes you lose .
We have no instructional Manuel.
We do our best , and we try to do what we can ,when we can.
People we meet , you learn from them as well as you do from trial and error
People we know that has been down that path themselves , or are there now. It is always good to have people who can relate , and be understanding...
We learn from each other , how best to approach any certain circumstance we may face .
Their there as our guide posts on our journey through life.
We can learn so much from each other if we just open our hearts and ears. .
Badly needed Man to grab knowledge
He would forever count a privilege
But for the quest chose A Trusted Back Door,
For Adam might baulk or The Idea floor…
So, Smart Satan as Serpent just excelled
And Two Nudists to Beings with some Shame sailed,
In ushering Judgment-Pronouncing God:
“Dust you are, Adam”, as He swung His Rod.
At Eden Satan brightly taught Teachers
Reduction of Class Size for control
And a need to damn The Role of Preachers
Or all efforts on fire with petrol:
The Best Class one started with Questions,
Handy instructional Materials:
The Fruit to be eaten, no more questions
While steps taken had better be serial…
Class Size reduced for David’s count of Jews
Before he found out it was Bad News…
Satanology premised on Man
Shows he could Man drive like Ambulance Van.
Franklin was not satisfied
This was autumn, but he wanted it to move
It did not seem finished
He slept on it
Not hopeful.
His eager muse danced into his dreams
And took over, showing him
How to make it dance and prance
How to make the leaves sparkle and twinkle
He watched carefully
Was it the soul of his great grandfather? Another artist?
Was it an Old Master? Franklin knew not.
However, he understood the next morning
How to finish autumn
It opened to rave reviews
How did you get the leaves to dance? He was asked
He wisely kept his inspiration to himself,
Understanding how fast people can turn on even their closest friends
If they feel you are in possession of the devil’s work
or some such nonsense.
As a reward, his muse gave him more instructional dreams….
Embraced Soul - A Tanka Poem
So love I, my soul
So kind so awesome bold.
He has wings flies
Has two instructional hands-eyes
He embraces such, my embraced soul
6/24/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
Set goals that are reasonable
Reach them with the ladder of invisibility
Pet your dog and cat in equal proportion
Remember they are pets (They require petting)
Believe in one God. (More than one gets confusing.)
Flush the toilet frequently
Make sure something is in it
Take walks that have a foundation in reality (concrete or dirt will suffice)
Avoid land mines, sea mines and porcupines
Brush your teeth with a functional utensil (instructions will follow)
Follow traffic signals to their logical conclusion
Look both ways before crossing the street (Up and down are optional)
Fill your car with petroleum products (no need to pet them...They are not pets)
Stretch a dollar bill until it screams
Use it wisely (You may never see it again.)
Kiss your wife or husband or what ever the case may be tonight
Remember to breath (Breathing is important)
Make one list a day. (Call it,”List For Today.”) (Two would be ridiculous)
Kiss the day good-bye
Hold guns like bibles in both hands
Aim them in the air in any direction
For fun at parties invite them along
Polish off a bottle of whiskey first
Keep ammo in mayonnaise jars
For freshness cradle them like babies
If you must take guns to bed with you
Never feed them bullets after dark
Make sure they are warm and comfy
And bring their own blankets and pillows
To cover loud noises
To avoid indigestion
Remember guns kill
Keep them away from pickles in the fridge
And from children for their own protection
Read the directions on the box
Throw the manual in the fire place
Not the gun because that is dangerous
Gun control is like mind control
You must first have one to use it
Both come with sensitive triggers
With no warranties or returns to life
No money back guarantees
Forked path life finding the right best of the days left
Split decisions choices options
Crossroads with different dead ends
Round about lives without spiritual guides
Direction that lies through ownership eyes
Sincerely searching soul deep
Recessed puzzle pieced existence
Instructional heart listening instead
Hope filled future full of intentional forgiveness
Hollowed electric spirit gift shines
A silver lining clouds thunderous thought
Lightening caught striking with a solemn rumble
Encourages the righteous path lit
Rational space to locate a place
For truthful description my honest opinion
A positive painted perspective
Accepting of negative life lessons
No regrets
May I Explain Your Name?
Gillis
your name rose up from gaped legs
in a cold tiled room
under a G.E. sun
a badge of family honor and pride
even though you would tell
a different tale
Gillis
I know you hated it
the very sound and spelling
friends questioned and laughed
others admired
some just cut it off (Gil)
or chose something new
Lynese
Gillis
my shinning new apple
landing in the teacher’s garden
of expert instructional skill
glowing brightly with your gifts
taking on a new title
instructor
Gillis
torture me not for a moment’s idea
surging with endorphins from your birth
it came to mind from ancestral whispers
to my drugged-out head
the ancestors,
spoke from spirits
looked down proudly
on a little girl babe
and said it.
So there, I've explained your name.
10/19/17
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THE MAGIC OF OUTDOORS
he moved slow, with a limp
his cane grinding
in the dirt, grating on the pavement
his hat always prompt on his head
as he headed into the cold dark wind
then it swirled
the magic
a trick up his sleeve
pulled out some cards
laid them down
they were aces
a smile seasoned through the clouds
of old age and doubt
he tipped his hat at some pretty lady
and then twirled his hat on one finger
as his feet forgot to nap
the crowd looked down
as his toes began tapping
within his shiny shoes
he swayed side to side
as a song played in his head
and blasted out from the recoiled headphones
of a stunned teenager
an old timey ritz
his cane became his instructional instrument
poised between his hands
this song and dance man
charmed the lackadaisical crowd
mesmerized...surprised
held captive in pied piper effect
a light rain drizzled
his effervescent energy drizzled
his cane poked the puddles
as he headed home
his wife exclaimed
as he limped through the door
a smile on lips
and a radiant face,
“Oh my those walks sure do you good”
“Join me one day, my dear! We should make a great team”
9/30/2017
HAPPINESS IS GOLD
It sounds like an amusement park.
It feels like the warmth of a summer sun.
It smells like fresh ground coffee.
It tastes like chocolate.
It looks like the stars on a clear night.
HATRED IS BLACK
It sounds like tortured screams.
It feels like an eternity in fire.
It smells like rotting flesh.
It tastes like bile.
It looks like the Holocaust.
Author's note: This was written during a Middle School English class where I was an instructional aide. Our teacher challenged me to do the class assignments also.
Mingling multiplying minnows marvel masterfully and jaded hooded jalapenos race to the scene. For a pretty fortress is unveiled to a mass highway injection. In a timed spring curve heap hats. In a basting tree wear a nice vest with some heels. As a storm passes remember that a nine inch dome bowl is often a domesticated chatter box and holds vast amounts of information and instructional words to many a passing mouse. So always put leaves in a soup. Wear a spade and trowel. Mix a temple with a house to form associations of a flowery day. Snowing is great fun for those pickled and pins can win in toboggan competitions in world wide juxtaposition. Is merely a global push. A capitalist catapulting cavey. An orchestra of a self shrouded mission bomb. Swooping swerving swimming in acres of grasslands. Timelords. Tinkering. Tinkling. Tin. Tan. Ton. Tone. Dare to cross a washing line of over 800 metres. Balance on a scone. Sit on a sandwich. Or swim in a broth. Cavity carnal caves creating clapping dance. 3% of an oceanographic octopus at a grand ball. Oh how quite exquisite. Punky puffing puffins. Opulence. Orifices of domestic fishes. Cinema of calibration. *** moonbeams
correction and judgement sometimes looks the same, when the correction is viewed, sometimes people take it the wrong way, with our lack of understanding in our hearts we condemn, taking things personally what we were meant to mend, without disipline and correction where would we be, God placed us together to help us to see, love may not always look gentle and kind, sometimes painful and instructional, this is why we all quote "love is blind", the automatic assumption is condemnation and judgement, without hearing one's heart we jump to make those assumptions, yet still underneath it all, we know the truth, when the love is real, and his spirit leads us to move.
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