Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just could not do anything right!
For example, he put Jills in boxes labled 'Jacks in the Box',
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dolls counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four";
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'!
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars;
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"
She said...
"write your rhymes in my heart
& amplify the rhythm of its pulse
let my breasts be the covers for your hiding art
curve your words
into every pore in my skin
gloomy not glamour
blank
white
colorless
love me
Hurt me
& paint me
i am a piece of paper
fold me &
divide me into stanzas
let my lips be the lines in each stanza
write me down
& cut me into syllables
let me bleed
with the love i swallowed
hurt me again & again
burn me with your words
i am the ashes in your thoughts
the wreckage
the Phoenix rising."
____Artistic Poet
He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground
I had wondered why...
Why did this teenage boy,
Build me up this way
No bigger than a toy?
No bigger than his dog
In fact, we saw eye to eye,
I looked around for answers
And still I wondered why?
Then I came face to face
With an answer that was clear,
When the boy in the wheelchair
Slowly came rolling near
With his teenage brother
Lending him a helping hand,
He placed a smile upon my face
A smile so wide and grand
My eyes, two big buttons
From Grandma's sewing kit,
My scarf, one of their Dad's
Was striped and hand knit
From their Mom's kitchen came
My nose, a long gnarled carrot,
My arms, two maple limbs
From the family's tree I did inherit
My heart, warmed by the boy
The boy who could not walk,
His eyes laughed when he saw me
Though he could not even talk
No prouder stood a snowman
That towered, oh so tall,
Than me, the littlest snowman
The proudest one of all.
littlest of hearts;
beats the chest humanity:
flowing beautiful;
~
jump starting loves faves;
pounding sounds of rhythms plays;
littlest songs heart;
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Littlest Angel
holds infant for life's last breath
whisper soft exhale
Littlest Angel holds breath
one single unshed tear swells
the littlest who calls
others smaller or smallest,
without good knowing
Week after week I can hear the laughter
echoing throughout the old tilled field
I can feel the patter of feet along with the dust
rubbing upon my toughened orange skin
The rains have come and my bed has become muddy
the laughs are getting softer as each day passes
I can see others carried away
but why not me
I may not be as big as my brothers or sisters
but I am perfect
not a blemish upon me
but here I sit
almost all alone left to rot.
Off in the distance I hear a little voice
"Mommy all these pumpkins are too heavy "
"No mommy that one is ugly"
I hear her getting closer
pick me. please please pick me
Then I see her....the most beautiful sight I have ever seen
Her big caramel eyes, staring right at me.
She swoops down and cradles me in her arms.
"Look mommy I found one"
"no it's not too small"
" It is just right"
My heart smiles as I sit overlooking her.
Here on this fairy princess night stand.
*A Halloween repost
Week after week I can hear the laughter
echoing throughout the old tilled field
I can feel the patter of feet along with the dust
rubbing upon my toughened orange skin
The rains have come and my bed has become muddy
the laughs are getting softer as each day passes
I can see others carried away
but why not me
I may not be as big as my brothers or sisters
but I am perfect
not a blemish upon me
but here I sit
almost all alone left to rot.
Off in the distance I hear a little voice
"Mommy all these pumpkins are too heavy "
"No mommy that one is ugly"
I hear her getting closer
pick me. please please pick me
Then I see her....the most beautiful sight I have ever seen
Her big caramel eyes, staring right at me.
She swoops down and cradles me in her arms.
"Look mommy I found one"
"no it's not too small"
" It is just right"
My heart smiles as I sit overlooking her.
Here on this fairy princess night stand.
Dear Daniel Bryan
I have a story to tell
Of your littlest fan
And your “Yes!” he does yell.
Even in sleep
Surprise you he would
For awake he does leap
Your theme understood.
As soon as he hears
“Flight of the Valkyries”
He perks up his ears
And is up off his knees.
Arms in the air
Fingers pointed high
Stepping to the ring with care
Even in mid cry.
Yes Movement I see
Every Monday Night Raw
Such a delight to me
He fills me with awe.
The Littlest Yes Movement is here
His age do you wonder?
He has just turned a year
Your youngest fan member.
Taking my gold black tipped pen
Words flow on white parchment
Like tears intermittent streams.
My baby you are in heaven now.
Son you're in God's arms, not mine.
Looking down at my verse,
Before I could comprehend,
As if influenced by a spell
My paper like wings on wind
Gently lifted, flickering in air.
I shield my eyes from the sun.
A hum heard, as I turned to see
My penned words on parchment
Laying back on my writing table.
Golden flecks dusted my verse.
Psst, can you hear me?
A tiny angel whispered.
For Skat Aces's contest, 'Angels'
To kill, the shrill of a thrill,
To take any life is truly wrong.
Thou shall not hurt even a fly.
They are guardians of the sky.
They begin crawling strong.
Disgustingly devouring meal,
Each organism has a plan.
Serving nature’s scheme,
Designing a destiny,
Between now and infinity
When it becomes extreme,
Bringing about another span,
As always existence ends.
All things must perish.
To bring out renewal,
There must be removal.
Stretching out to cherish,
You will make amends.
Runaway as fast as my feet trample
My breath is ragged
Arms tired of defense
To the wind
Feet aching like the pavement I hit
It hits back in my back pulling me back
Dragging me down just like my past
Runaway from lies and smiles that protect them
Tears leaking out of eyelids that blink in failure
I ran until the air made me bleed
I was just a runaway
Whose milk is still young
Soured like the bitterness of reality
Spit on the ground
Disgracing my sneakers
Patented leather
Of new ideas and delusions that make me
..................... RUN
..................AWAY
Maria Liu
Rain,The Story
With the key still in her hand,
She walked through the door.
Wondering,
If she could take much more.
She sat on the couch,
Trying to put every piece in place.
But they all felt so delicate,
As if they were made of lace.
After trying so hard,it was pointless,
Like climbing a high fence.
No matter how much she thought,
I wouldn't make any sense.
Why was it her?
Why did she have to fight them all?
What if she lost?
What would it be like to fall?
But then something clicked,
After all the time spent.
The message to her brain,
Was finally sent.
It wouldn't matter if she fell,
She would do her best.
And maybe one day,
Somebody would finish off the rest.
im thh littlest in charge cha , cha , cha charge
a good girls a smart girl
growing up in the world
patiently awaitin forr the princess to be heard
see i always had the urge
anny up the nerves
check check out my melody as my rhyme emerge
im like a humming bird , hmmm.. fly away
swingin on monkey bars , kick ballin you know childs play
and there i lay ,
pulled a muscle tether ballin as i lay side ways
its just another day in my kiddy , kiddy world
such a itsy bitsy girl
in this great big world
educationally explorring
im so excited to explore
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