Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
Kicking through the fallen leaves of a lifetime's memories
'live large' comes to mind and to quote the same old lines
seize the day and make hay while the sun still shines
tho' only the good die young
don't think the bad survive
when on high the end is nigh truth be told young and old
no one gets out of here alive
watching the wake I left behind through calm and stormy seas
'live wide' occurs to me not to choose the same old lot
carpe diem and then strike while the iron is yet hot
for when our time has come
let's hope we made the most
then bingo it's time to go our number's called
the rug is pulled no one escapes yes we're all toast
and wherever on this earth we roam
to the place of our birth we'll return
make no mistake you'll learn
we all take the Low Road home
Rumors abound
All around town
Lily White
Needs a knight
She is tangled
Being wrangled
By the tricky trees
Planted by Peacocks from Leeds
Wolves are down under
Hearing wraths thunder
Drinking Burnley claret wine
Getting ready to do second tier time
In comes the Hammer girl
Wearing expensive pearls
Bought using Gallo credit
Wondering, ‘will anyone get it?’
Message, ‘relegate’
Easier opponents await
Fans will have reason to cheer
Dousing the same expensive beer
As players work on maturing skills
Crunching numbers, paying the bills
Oh yes, who is going to get dropped
Commentating, ‘our season truly was a flop’
Officially closing the show
Taking the athletic production to parts unknown
Goal now ‘will want to come back’
Claiming healed healthy, surviving a relegation attack
I'm revving up my engine
this year I'm going
to do my rounds
in record time.
I promised the wife
to be home early
so we could have
quality time together.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Who am I?
What is my purpose?
Thinking thoughts
Why am I here
Questions upon questions
Answers of none
Alone I ponder
Then wonder
Voices echo mission
Where do I start or how do I start?
Need to explore
Start the preparation
Have an agenda
Easy to say, but hard to establish
Perhaps if I walk, maybe just maybe I can find my way
Organize where I should be at
Finish what I start
Courage and be determined
Be hungry to succeed
Understanding what I strive
Guided by impact
Assurance by Faith
Directed by Heaven
One kick start having a push
Integrity uplift
Believe and receive
Go and pursue
blinkered by formal training
counting bright abacus beads of syllables
mindful not to step on cracks—
rhythm is everything
the audience c h e e r s !!!
the runner-up jeers—
maybe next time the nexus of …
the bows and brasses displayed
along with my bruises
an abacus of pearls
c.a.s.t
on
w a t e r
that drowns out the h-o-o-f-b-e-a-t-s of
a P O U N D I N G heart
a trace of desire
slated at the font
of knowledge
concurrent with my past
laurels
I bow to your discerning palate—
you clap for
REPETITION
repetition
r e p e t i t i o n
but I do not rest
unlike Keats
my NAME
is not
writ in
w a t e r …
The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump
for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb
It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it
and now the rest of the two-legged world sees it
I'm a baby.
I move constantly. Amazingly constantly.
And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing.
I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it.
I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees.
I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies.
I'm rehearsing for rolling.
I'm rehearsing for sitting.
I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers.
I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids.
My arms pump like tiny engines.
My legs kick like happy swimmers.
My brain lights up like Diwali morning.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing.
I'm rehearsing coordination like orchestra music.
I'm rehearsing balance like tightrope walkers.
I'm rehearsing grace like flowing water.
I shake like maracas.
I wiggle like puppies.
I flutter like spring leaves.
Amazingly joyful.
Amazingly determined.
Amazingly ready.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing for the moment
when I get to stand up
and dance through the world.
No need for broken records,
Soon yesterday's news,
We must stay resolved,
To practice our hocus pocus,
For goodness' sake,
Prayers for peace unite,
Champions, reach for the stars,
Building better tomorrows,
To young, we pass the baton,
But still alive and kicking!
Play a little diddle
Fet me some
Play a little diddle
Fer me come on boy
Give me some of that ole raz a ma taz
Play me some beat give me jazz
Air check backbeat block chords Fusion Bridge
Get down with in
Play a little diddle
Fet me some
Play a little diddle
Fer me come on boy
Kicking the can to the curb
So upturn
Boy, I am focused
Got my open-toe shoes on
And one glitter glove
In step of rhythm I am
Kicking the can to the curb
10/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
my feet are kicking
high in the air
now the scissor step
making an arabesque design
my first and last husband sees this as sexy
everything I say and do has been sexy
since the minute he began coveting me
When I was just a baby of fifteen.
He was an older man.
Also fifteen, but seven months older.
I see him lick his lips.
And the chase begins.
fifty-seven years later.
I bet few couples can say this…
Kicking Tires
So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
The vintage is deftly moved aside,
the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
I was once the starlet in this scene.
The owner, seeking youth in pristine sheen
his hand on one, his eyes upon the next;
the vintage and the fresh, both rides I’ve been.
I feel oddly sorry for them, vexed.
His hand drops down, his eyes are on the next;
the Classic with her charm and Botox tried.
I feel oddly sorry for her, vexed.
Her perch, always precarious, slides.
The Classic with her charm and Botox tried
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
unsupported on that perch, she starts to slide
the modern model starts a slow advance.
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
the modern model starts the slow advance...
So, this is next year’s model, is it now?
why kick lonely lame dog
who will suffer from much pain
felt from first moment
a speedy trial act
always applies to both sides
equally applied
if we would have known
possessed a different view
which was established
what would happen next
based on final decision
have to call case closed
As I walked along that lonely road
Before the sun lay red
Change, was on my mind
Dealing with the devil, too damn long
Endless nights have bled my veins with sour milk
For I have been awakened- by will
God perhaps, maybe- maybe not
Heel to him and he will heal you, so they say
I must prove to myself first- that I am, for real
Just because actions speak louder than lips
Knocking on heaven's door cracked my knuckles
Looking for life with sewn eyelids
Maybe, my world is nothing but a dream
No one really knows me,
Other than myself, or, do I
Poor judgement was my shield
Quarreling with myself, I was sure to lose
Reaching out to hope, gave me hope
Searching for that slim escape passage
Time had come, no more "Mr. Bad Guy"
Under my want, and desperate need
Vowing to believe...again
Wanting to believe...again
X'ing out any thoughts, desires, and temptations
Yearning for life...again
Zeroing out- Mr. Aich
madagascar monkey, chickadee and delaware donkey
all three argued about the zesty orange pekoe tea
monkey said on the cover was Crocodile Dundee
chickadee and donkey would not agree
said it looked more like Tolly Wolly Zee tree
this kind of arguing is hurtful said Auntie Vee
that is gleefully silly said my cousin Twitching Twee
what about my japanese sushi asked Uncle Wee Bee.
His lunch had been dug from the China Sea
I was consternated but only me.
lee lee was showing off her pie of chick-a-pea.
let’s let this argument die, said Aunt Bea.
being friends with each other is the ultimate key
are those arguers the only sweet potato pies you see?
what if they flee? Asked lee, dee, and grand prix.
that would be no big deal, said auntie spree.
an argument that would die as soon as we decided to agree.
i was consternated, but only me.
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