HAUNTED HOUSE
Introduce you to Monty the mouse
Dwells in a haunted old house
many nights lies awake
thinks his life is at stake
These fears he's unable to douse
WARTY AND GNARLY
An old fellow who's warty and gnarly
Sings and sounds like Bob Marley
he's into reggae
a guitar he does play
Long ago he was baptised as Charlie
ROCK AND ROLLER
Betty's an old rock and roller
She walks with babe in a stroller
sometimes she will run
babes thinks it's much fun
Takes the dog with a lead on a collar
HOLD UP
Simon's a really fart smeller
But he once held up a bank teller
many years on the run
always armed with a gun
Ten years in a prison life's below stellar
A deep hearty view about "just kidding"
Can relate silence to dying feeling's quest,
Dreaming of moments to seal nice bidding...
Love can't crave less what its morales suggest.
A blunt crazy truth against "I don't know"
Can give knowledge to doubt, gentle mind mash,
Staging unseriousness as lucid blow...
Storm try tempts its unaware violent splash.
A calm norm while approaching "I don't care"
Can bail out tricks peace held in cell for long,
Shaping bravery to tackle inmost flare...
Misguided to depend on pointless wrong.
A painful but emotional "it's okay"
Can't lead on a dark grief to lightened fray.
Where are the children gone?
Where are the children gone ?
with their years of childish ways,
those precious years, so cherished,
now days, vanished in infants haze.
These days, they may look quite young,
polluted-not by disease, but by phone,
acquired at three, or five years old,
a digital highwayman, childhood flown.
Supplied by short sighted lead on adults,
to follow the trend, manipulated by media,
into the ether vanish the child they knew,
while mums and dads, walk in hypnopedia.
Where are the kiddies ? And childish games,
Where is the teared laughter in ring of roses,
Where are your children gone ? Lost in an app,
In war games, and ***** abuse, not Mams lap
As much as I try to hide my feelings,
It keeps expressing embrace of efforts...
I need to wrap up in place cum dealings,
Not minding how crazily each treat hurts.
Well, for us it is just this one last time
Then I will see to how soon you could mime;
Reciprocating my love-
A way to treat me; belove
And not see my efforts for love: a crime.
Do not just promise,
Such could lead on animus;
Enlivened Thomas.
To you I give rhymes,
From different reasoning lifetimes...
That cost mind nighttimes
To offer the best;
Free of lyrical contest,
Beyond mere interest.
Now, it is time's way...
To lead on a brighter day,
That finds nice display-
Step by step, with all
It takes not to ever fall...
Even at nightfall
Before been too late,
To improve steps world's trials fate,
Leaping far its gait...
A day of goodwill,
That set standards on God's will:
Righteousness fulfill
For friends even foes,
Like what friendly strangers pose...
That's way world enclose
But gives kind gesture...
To tell you- good adjuster,
In life's adventure.
I didn't know all this time it was wrong
To have feelings so soon, so strong,
Until I lived through a chain sequence
Of swinging between lust and limerence.
I didn't know people would be so shallow
About matching with me: leaving me hollow.
I carried myself through every heartache,
I consoled myself each time in a new take.
I didn't know I was being innocently lead on,
With how each of them came and gone.
I sit alone in my room, wondering why,
Was it me or just because they were "shy?"
I didn't know how hard it is to find love,
How hard it is to pursue them without shove.
I'll always grieve my losses in romance,
But I know one day I'll have my chance.
Let the sun rest
Though it has no nest
Let the moon relax
Somehow busy all day on tracks
Let the leave be still
Not until it becomes ill
Let the teeth shine
Only not when to dine
Let mercy abound
Cum moments, sin compound
Let the poor breath
provided when hustling seethe
Restful to the eyes.
More peace, lends the heart.
Old track, lead on!
To those realms of gold
Dusk's place. Down-shone.
I do not glare at
Each child, spurts counter
To my sapped need.
See myself! And oh
Hear. Hungered speed!
With virtues rare and true, a person stands,
Their character like gold, untarnished bright,
With grace and kindness held in both their hands,
They shine as beacons in the darkest night.
A heart that's filled with love and empathy,
And eyes that see the good in every soul,
They greet the world with cheerful energy,
And make each person feel they're truly whole.
Their patience and their wisdom, like a guide,
Will lead on to a path of joy and peace,
And with their strength and courage by our side,
All fears and doubts will slowly begin to cease.
Oh, blessed be the ones with noble heart,
Whose character traits are truly works of art.
My cousin Aliyah announced she is a pet walker to the cousins.
Why would she say that? She walks dogs by the dozens.
My friends have other pets, most of them one-of-a-kind.
My mother kept saying “Aliyah can do it. She will not mind.”
So now I am walking a horse, parrot, lizard, gecko, and snake.
Wearing on my back a fishbowl with a goldfish named Drake.
The pig barely catches up, and the raccoon is a trickster.
The alligator holds us back; he is named King McLickster.
Do not forget Mr. Tibbles, Aliyah’s mom said with glee.
He is a foul-talking parrot who has a big crush on me!
And what about the turtle? Her dad said. He is so slow.
Yes, he holds us back Aliyah admits, wherever we go.
Why can’t you say no? I asked my cousin, concerned for her.
I started saying yes, and I could not stop, she said with a murmur.
She has a weasel too, he is sneaky as he can be said her brother.
I have a lead on a bat, said her helpful pushy old mother.
The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow
Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive
Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view
How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline
The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere
Studying promotes duality:
A setting of class formality
What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron
Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer
The way to be happy is to
Make others happy ou of the blue
Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind
Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope
Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability
I have got a little heaven
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven
Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease
As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans
Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.
Collaboration with Mitch Taylor
written in 1984 when we were 12
The problem with pregnancy is getting’ wild.
Too many teens already have a child.
The stats on pregnant teens is growin’ higher
And is spreadin’ like a wildfire.
It is a problem in our nation.
People blamin’ it on education.
Too many students who are not leranin’
Are droppin’ out of school and havin’ children.
It is called teen sexuality,
But sex usually starts in the school.
People who do it think they’re cool
And, if you don’t, then you’re no fool
‘Cause you shouldn’t use sex as a tool
To achieve success, to be the best,
And to get a lead on all the rest.
It is a questions as serious as cancer,
“Should I do or do not romance her?”
It is a problem of the eighties,
Too many children havin’ babies.
Morning glories have made
The sunflowers sad,
Bowed down as they are
By the weight of their clingy burden.
While carefree, innocent clover
Lead on to the greenwood
Where gray wolves conspire with ravens,
And whatever’s been eating
Tiger lilies along the fence
Waits with patience
In deep summer shadow.
Economies of profit and loss.
Wooh oh oh O and whom do you trust
Jesus, Jesus
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
And who do you lead on God
Wooh oh woo oh and whom do you need
Jesus, Jesus
The Son of Man, Gods only son
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
4/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Stranger days I had
And at times it’s a drag
For the world just spins around
Sometimes your feet don’t hit the ground
No one knows it all
It’s just what you can recall
Is it the start middle or end
Or do you just pretend
What is your public face
The one that can’t b erased
Does it hold you up to the sun
Or drag you down until you’re done
For in the end there is you
So to yourself be true
Lead on into the light
You are up to the fight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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