.
'round thuh bend came two fox'iz
one howl'n with stick'd baublez
plead'n for mine sympathy
hern berth'd spill'n mine muzez
Unless it's an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies
it’s not going to last.
Maybe you have lots of it,
but sooner or later
the 'told you so' pigmy bobble-heads of Mu
will make it known to you
that they are watching your every distracted move,
and their taking receipts
back to long abandoned thrift shops.
Amazon's plastic chop suey
will keep you spinning in circles like a drunk skunk.
The very wealthy flush it 2 times
just to clear their own much trapped crap.
Stuff is also for the downtrodden masses,
who renovate it to fit their cramped lifestyles.
In the end it’s all utter clutter
that digs the captive soul
deeper and deeper.
Best to gather together what no one wants
then wait,
until inevitably -
they do.
Awake me muse, for I need to commit,
To something, anything that will keep me fit
Before me sits, an unbuilt kit,
waiting for me to assemble it
With steady hands ready to work,
Unboxing, pulling out pieces,
for all they are worth
Parts and pieces dispersed here and there,
instructions interpreted as somewhat fair
Leave it to me, I’ll get it done,
better late than never, I told someone.
Time has come, to glue this to that,
prime, sand, then paint all that
To finish the task at one’s feet,
the process calls for it to repeat
Don’t call me a bad guy,
if I justify why you should electrify
You can paint or wallpaper any wall,
it doesn’t much matter to me at all
With all those lights still so dark,
plug in with “AC” to get a spark
Once we throw the thumb-wheel switch,
we behold all that glows,
hopefully, without a hitch.
I can proudly say to you this day,
this dolls house is ready and on its way
Ready for you to decorate
with folks gathering to participate
Thanking you in advance
for this build of mine
and approving of my timeline
At some point, you might say,
at his best, he was a gifted Miniaturist
Kitty Ghost Host
My cat Champ's a gracious host this Halloween night
Filling each bag with three Snickers and a Kit-Kat bite
But is reality blurring?
Champ floats by me purring
He's a translucent ghost-host, such a frightful sight!
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
startled fox turns with his fluffy tail down
His fur he wears like an amber kingly gown
Against the forest wall, he gives so much color
Hiding in the thicket is his older brother
His teeth have barely come in, he is a baby
Will he run off like a frightened deer? Possibly
He skitters away; now his beautiful tail is up.
He is a kit, I realize, not a dog, pet or a pup.
I had a camel named Kit.
It was smart, but liked to spit.
I asked for a kiss.
It gave me a hiss.
It did not want to kiss one bit!
A recipe perfected over time,
going for a long walk with my headphones;
Severe melodies make me feel sublime,
lightened up by all of those luscious tones;
Feel good movie that warms me to my bones
surefire way to leave me with a wide grin;
Tacos and pizza are always a win
I am able to relax for a bit;
They taste better eaten by the ocean;
The main ingredients of my calm kit.
Despite endless attempts to avoid it
We can't sidestep it forever
At one point or another
We all sail into stormy weather
When your ticket gets punched
You'll be flooded with sadness
Turbulently twisting and turning
In a constant state of madness
Next comes the hardest part
Your ticker just can't take it anymore
Furiously feeling the crack in your heart
Misery making you crumble to the floor
Dragged down into the depths of despair
Searching for a watershed moment
Surely there is a solution out there
To put your pain into postponement
Fortuitously stumble upon a toolbox
Time to tune up your heart
Grab the Elmer's glue for the fracture
Then duct tape other pieces that fell apart
Subsequently realize who sent the repair kit
Sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
All chipped in to cobble it together because
Heart splinters get sealed with love from others
All of the province is shutting down.
The negativity is heard all around.
It is hitting hard for small families and business to.
What else could our province do.
Last week over 1,000 had a rally, no mask and stood side by side.
Now the numbers of COVID 19 rise.
I wish there was a plan to help those with no income.
Its hurting so many, from bills not being paid, most of all homeless to some.
We all work hard to be a community at best.
If we have a little extra, we are helping our kin and let them rest.
There needs to be a survivor kit before they shut down.
Making sure all is looked after all around.
The only thing I can do at this time is pray.
Hoping COVID 19 will just go away.
pitter patter
the cat's gotten
out but what about
the mouse for he gets
to run about
freely for
when the
cat's away
mice do play
i caught not
meaning
trapped
a mouse
the other night
wondering what
all the banging
was about and
as i peered
in a hole in
the floor
board
i saw a mouse
behind a drum
kit knocking
down the
house
Kit Kat
Chit Chat
Kit Kat
Curled up.
threw up
stopped at
door mat
11/28/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Next to me sits my little sister
Trading our candy before diner
She in Kitty purr curly hair do
And orange tutu and me makes two
11/1/2019
Example poem
Come and sit,
ma petite kit
come, sip
Sip a small bit.
I'll sing you a song,
here's my love
come, purr..
let me curl
your fur,
as you sleep
soft like sheep,
I silently peep
as I promise to keep
dear,
you safe and sound here.
12-9-19
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Blow your gills out
with Miles Davis, mellow n kind of blue
relax in black 'n white ways 'n days
all; all the jazz kit
Go on a blues Holiday Billie
away with the Jones’s Nora
get some Rays with Charles
Lenard needs his raincoat
he’s Cohen, hallelujah
hey that’s no way to say goodbye
Jason’s going 93 million Mras
to see if he can Bossa Nova
Amy’s gone the Winehouse with Mr Jones
Ronnie’s off up Scott
not Holland seeking Jools
or Lincoln looking for Abbey
with all; all the jazz kit
Immersed in Ethel Waters
Roberta took some Flack
and Charlie had to Parker
Ellington was no Duke
to some, 50 years ensemble king
he said; it don’t mean a thing
Courtney doesn’t Pine or sing
Benny, who stomped at the Savoy
was a Goodman, not a bad boy
Eartha wanted to be evil
but was so good
for Christmas she got nothing
she got nothing for Christmas
but had it all; all the jazz Kitt.
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