Just the other day, a man was stoned to death for being a Christian Gay
Another was beaten, a few breaths shy of death, for wearing a MAGA hat.
Devils sashay bloody streets- eating innocents- pepper-spraying God.
We've lost humanity and hobbled dialogue and civility.
I think it's time to part ways, reflect, and pray.
That this blaze eventually gives way to more gentle embers.
Pray that someday we can chain greed and lasso ego.
Refresh the loving heart and come back wholly, together
I am a clown with a smiling gaze,
You laugh and I am happy.
I become Zorro, defender of the oppressed,
You are free and I am happy.
I imagine myself a cowboy with a lasso,
I hold you close to me.
I am protected by all my heroes
Who live deep inside me.
At nightfall I become Pierrot,
I see the moon and I am happy.
Along the way I meet Harlequin — bravo!
I am a cloud and I am happy.
One day a Smurf, tomorrow a kangaroo — what does it matter,
I am a child with a sun-bright heart.
In the eyes of grown-ups, I open my doors,
I am a child painted with the colors of the sky.
Daddy, look at the Christmas tree, it opens its arms to us,
The earth has covered itself with snow.
With my hands I build my dream and here it is,
Just for you, a snowman.
Mickey or Donald the little duck,
I dream of a world without rain,
Filled with music and fanfare,
Opening the paths of life for me.
Frog or fish — what does it matter,
I am a child, I marvel without hesitation
At a tulip or a fallen leaf,
I am a child with a heart full of love.
Joël Charvillat
Butterflies float
With petals and feathers
In every note
Of your voice. In its tenor -
Nectarine, white,
Full of light, full of sky -
There is delight -
And I will not ask why
Sometimes your voice
Shimmers like a bright star -
Sometimes it's close
Sometimes it's far
Sometimes I hear in it
Rivers and streams
Sometimes I see in it
Passions and dreams
Sometimes it crests
Like a wave in a sea
Sometimes it nests
Like a bird in a tree
Sometimes it rings
Like a vanishing bell
Sometimes it sings
As if casting a spell -
Sometimes it flings
Like a lasso, ensnares
Prey. Or grows wings
And then flies everywhere -
Sometimes it drops
Like a leaf from an oak
Sometimes it stops
Like a belltower clock
Sometimes it wafts
Like a sweet summer breeze
Or like a raft
It floats over the seas -
Sometimes I feel it
Caressing my ear
Holding me in it
Drawing me near.
Sometimes I glimpse
What your voice holds within
When it so seems,
I can fully glean
Its warmth and softness
Its passion and peace
Then I am lost in
The most perfect bliss.
Evan, Devin.
Even Stephen,
ADD+ Slevin...
Griffin dwarf...
Always falling even more short,
Sharded but started another morph,
DEAD
DAD
SAD
GLAD
MAD
MADD
BAD
FAD
LAD
ADDY
NADDY
DADDY
SPORATIC
SARCASTIC
PLASTIC
SASSY
LASSIE
LASSO
CASSEROLE
DINNER ROLLS
MOUNTAINS VERSUS MOLES
JUST DOING WHAT WE WERE TOLD TO DO
NOT THE BEST “ONE SHOE...”
Soaring on a cloud
gently numbed
in esoteric heights
beyond the strident boom
and strobe glare
of leviathan
rearing to lasso multitudes
into cavernous jaws
that never rest
forever famished
in a perpetual stasis
of angry craving.
Lariat light rope hemp leather corded twined
My mission here on the parried to unwind
In my strength I shoot my shot
I let go lasso catch tether livestock
Running noose circles the neck
I am the long arm of the law
I'll rope the moon, the sun, the stars
And ranger and ranger or stranger
I confess I'll address the
Getty Ap horse, gonna rope me
Buttercup, Clarabelle, Molly, Rosie, Gertie, Henrietta, Nellie and Moo
I'm a Lariat Cowboy YaHoo-
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Those with a culinary masterplan
Know go for neon glow talisman
Spick & span with fancy dan elan
Wooing doing the cooing can-can
Riot on a diet expands my lifespan
Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan
Doorman to sly new world deadpan
For sushi like John Belushi a madman
Oodles of noodles like silky doodles
Caveman craved calming ramen amen
In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu
From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor
Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu
Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven
Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11
Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken
Remembers glory of flaming embers story
Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi
Detect such respect in every single aspect
Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran
No also ran but our number one suspect
Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe
Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan
I built a grand salad of chaos and cheer
With pickles that whisper and cheese that can hear
I tossed in three noodles, a shoe, and some jam
Then sprinkled confetti on top of a yam
A carrot recited a speech to a bean
While olives formed conga lines nobody’s seen
I added cold waffles and lukewarm perfume
A pineapple slice that demanded more room
Two croutons eloped with a radish in June
And celery tried to lasso the moon
A tomato complained that the lettuce was loud
So I stirred in a cloud just to quiet the crowd
I folded in glitter and half of a map
A cucumber wearing a coat and top hat
A raisin declared it was now in command
While spinach applauded with leaves for a hand
The bowl tried to flee but I held it in place
This salad makes no sense and that is its grace
Nothing I said was close to evident
Look at me I could be president
“You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.”
~ the character George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life,
"Over the earth's eternal ages,
youths endeavor to catch the moon,
not heeding the words of sages
(it's best that they don't learn too soon) -
no one catches the wind or moon."
~ quote by the poet
Once, I promised you I would lasso the moon,
when love's pure magic could make anything true,
and easy as a smiling string-tied balloon,
but when my old heart floats and I think of you,
how we never knew 'twould be over so soon,
and after life's journey and all we've been through,
can you still remember the sweet, buoyant feel
when we were sixteen and all dreams were real?
perfumed pens are spurred
by rugged men
cowboys lasso
boots and denim
If you made me lasso an animal in coal,
a rooster or a chicken would be my goal
a cat is too sneaky, a cow is too big
and I am terrified of a squealing pig
In the midst of grief
I find myself chasing sleep
I have tried sleepy time teas
and kitty cuddles to please
help me lasso the moon
and find some sleep soon
but no, it evades
and I feel like I will fade
If the flash ran into a room and switched a light on would the light hit him
if Gotham was in Africa he might have been the elephant man
If she’s holding the lasso she has to tell the truth too just a wonder
Superman flash which could m@@@@&@@@bate. faster
New Glasgow superhero unveiled-
Gettaeman
Surely the worst thing the Devil could do was be good Sorry back to the poem
I don’t know what side of this
Any how here goes
He vibrates every single atom at once
Nope okay
Sex
I mean it’s over quick
Although the speed
You wouldn’t need to undress
Plenty of time to shop
Catch up the girls
You could have sex everywhere no one would know
He is always late that really bugs me
I can definitely see some flab around his middle
Lycra ain’t forgiving
Yes I just fat shamed an imaginary character
His poor parents
Yeah well your da murdered your mum
Have you met me
Do you know why we have superheroes
because we don’t
Hark! The birds are driving me crazy
so lazy, to get up and fly with them
whirling my lasso finger ‘round
their wings, pulling them into my heart
a dart straight through, you never know when
hits you between the eyes, spirals spin
heartbroken; and the birds are driving me wild
winsome and carefree in the sunny breeze
whilst i soak in my pity, my heart squeezed
not my fault
not my plunge
that old feeling
of responsibility
it lingers
i’m in its clutches
it’s eating me for lunch
it’s for the birds
their leftover crumbs
tweeting, “remember this feeling…”
i want to speedily run, rolled into a ball
like a bug, hide in a dark corner
it’s fun, to be on the web
the birdsong sweetly, softly, gently
stays, it stays, never rushing off
like falling leaves
it is not my rule
but i’m on the staff paper
the notes squeezing
not pleasing
i must pray
and hope
that it doesn’t all fall
apart
the birds have stopped
morning’s over
morning glory
in
surrender
Kindred
Hooks and loops
Laced the path
Burning minds
Torching trusts
Tightened lasso
Strangling hopes
Frail words
Breaking bonds
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