Ruffling the feathers
Of your expectations.
Rilke to the left.
The portrait of Alf
The back of my left ear.
What unconscionable theives,
These Time Czars,
Where we live with the scars,
As joy bounces on the crevices.
I see you in the dark in some cave.
Let me be your bombastic populist.
The Strong Arm of the Soul.
Play in the light of least resistance.
My garden grows in the garden of your heart.
My every breathe is your eternal existence.
Bite the doughnut.
Press for hugs.
She is prissy, stuck up, arrogant, I imagine said Joey Lee.
Have you met her in person though? How can this prediction be?
I can tell because I have met others like her, some are on my blog.
He also threw this in. Have you seen her arrogant stuck up dog?
But have you talked to her? What is she like in person? I queried.
He stared at me as if I had eaten a smelly storm drain curried.
I don’t have to he replied. As if I am not understanding him at all.
I can tell by her look she is not normal or a nice person at all.
I could not help but feel a bit sorry for Joey Lee then.
Can you imagine how hard it would be to not have a friend?
For if you make judgements like this without meeting a she.
It means he also makes judgments like this on others named he.
A Joey was spotted in wonderland
shaking hands with the invisible man
while "knees" just cackled and snorted
as the border was aborted
the Easter bunny took total command
JOEY TRIBIANI
A young man called Joey in “Friends”
Has a line on which he depends.
When he feels romance brewin’
He says, “Hey, how you doin’
And that’s where it normally ends.
5rh April 2022
Out On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
Joey the Stuffed Koala is sitting high in the tree
All cuddly and warm, fuzzy as he can be.
He got trapped by Jimmy Vee, his neighbor’s hound.
When it goes away, he might just come down.
Up high like this, he can smell Mrs. Trotter’s apple pie.
He hears Mr. Double’s shouting, and he wonders why.
He has a good view, up here in the fork of the tree.
He is ready for winter, so he is comfortable you see.
He knows when the sky gets a bit darker he had better go.
His owner Samantha will feel badly she left him out in the snow.
They cuddle all night, he and his girl, in her warm little room.
He waits for the dog to go, hoping it will be before he sees the moon.
Joey was way too intense.
He chased me on the playground when I was in first grade.
He caught me too; and I remember how intense he was.
He told the teacher he was going to marry me.
I was angry as hops! How dare this second grade stranger.
I could not believe it!
The nerve! The audacity! The ridiculousness!
What an idiot! I was only going to marry my Daddy.
I stayed away from him for years and years.
We became best friends when I was a freshman.
We parked at Lover’s Lane and smoked cigars,
Making fun of the lovers in the other cars.
Watching their steamed up windows, laughing at them.
When he went to college, my feelings changed.
He came back and we sat on some swings.
He began to talk about what he saw when he looked at me.
He saw children, a home, a family. I ran for a year.
After six months of college I appreciated the way he looked at me
Like a dog looks at a T-bone. I was looking at him back this time.
That was nineteen seventy; we were married in 1971.
We are still married fifty years later, and he still gives me puppy dog eyes.
Little Roo is bendin' low; body in a crouch
Just an itty bitty joey sitting in Mum's pouch
Still learning how to hop
But all he does is flop
I guess that's why he's always such a grouch
Joey from Friends was my favorite of all
He was the guy who made me on the floor sprawl
He had a real knack
His humor he'd crack
Usually making me bounce off the wall
May these words I write
Upon your loss
Inspire hope
The kind he brought
His light that shone
For you and me
Became brighter
For us to see
But then his
Childlike innocence
Was needed in Heaven
Therefore he went
So now whenever
His love is embraced
We’ll see
Your beloved Joey’s face
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
I
What a twisting tide is cervical cancer
Gospel, poetry, family ... remain one answer
II
Sewed into the tapestry of God and family
Their arling with Down Syndrome now (2) with Rory
III
It was a long goodbye; it was a short goodbye ...
I was ushered unto Jesus with "Gaither-songs" by Rory&Joey
You don’t wanna meet Joey Fatone
He’s a Jersey Devil
with a Tasmanian attitude
Street whispers say,
“Baby” is a notch below
asylum certifiable
A wise guy, gator gait bad to the bone
Known to go postal ... jungle level
Joey loves giving dirt naps,
so don’t keep the short talk too long
Lives Cajun mean dirty down low in the Big Easy,
made Papa Justify give him the Skeleton Key
Stay behind the yellow line ... don’t cross the “Baby”
Always traveled light: Ruby and a burner phone
The Devil adored his metallic Black widow
Mixing business with pleasure was money fun to do
Fatone’s fist: shook rattle them numbered bones;
what you didn’t say, he never wanted to know
Best hit man for hire ... won’t pay the cleaner bill too
You don’t wanna meet Bobby Falcone
He’s a Bowery Hell’s Angel
with a Transylvanian diablo attitude ...
May these words I write
Upon your loss
Inspire hope
The kind he brought
His light that shone
For you and me
Became brighter
For us to see
But then his
Childlike innocence
Was needed in Heaven
Therefore he went
So now whenever
His love is embraced
We'll see
Your beloved Joey's face
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
The Pink Joey or Dwarf Pink Kangaroo Paw
when cataloged made botanists quiver.
For it's a rare native Australian plant
first found along the Margaret River.
A clumping evergreen, it loves the sun
however, it’s content to stay quite small.
And unlike the larger Kangaroo Paw
it’s a perennial that don’t grow tall.
It bristles with copious strap-shaped leaves
flaunting flowers with downy-soft pink hairs.
And its subtle scent attracts butterflies
sipping on the nectar each blossom shares.
Its velvet blooms form small kangaroo paws
each a delightful down under treasure.
And displayed in their natural setting
they bring the observer so much pleasure.
(Quatrain)
Joey The Kangaroo Drummer
Joey The kangaroo
a marsupial from
way down under blue
in his pocket carries a drum
Ahh! But of course he plays
songs Olivia Newton John
wearing shoes made of clay
Kangaroo Joey plays drums
04/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Joey went bowlin
Dropped the ball his foot, now swollen
Only pinky and big toe broken
His best friend Fred
Said
Why? ya bleedin man!
Joey hop and jump
Still bowled a strike
Then Joel fell on the floor went thump!!!
2/5/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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