The evening party
The day of party is quite delicious
In a way munching and swallowing
Ladies with embellished apparels roaming
Making the polished laurels highly jealous
We reached the place thriving and throbing
Inside the tummy feels sounding
The head found dizzy and revolving
At last we have reached the peak of savouring
The smell of delicacies reached our nostrils
I am in a delleima of choosing plans or animals
The house of fever controlled food and uncontrolled restrictions
Uncontrolled emotions and uncontrolled emotions
Small girl,cute and mute crying
The eyes vast with tears flooding
Her spirit was enjoyed with sobbing
Someone's called her ugly, so she was weeping
I called the girl, wiped her tears and hugged her tight
Buddha said, You are not, what others think you are..
It's only him,
It's only her
It's only a word
It's only a world
Mind this till your life ends
Lest,you will be the target
A girl's mind full of dreams, flowering
Many evil minds fond of torturing
Beware,beware you will be paying
In future for the 'curse' rendered!
Litty Lokanath
Twas the day after Thanksgiving,
And I weigh a Buck Fitty.
Ain't NO regrets,
Because my Bread Pudding
was litty.
I ate ALL the treats,
and I enjoyed ALL the snacks,
So I'm not surprised that
my Hot Cakes are Stacked.
But, it's time to reign it in,
No more getting
"Carb~Lit"
Because "Sucking It Up"
feels different,
When my size 4s FIT fit.
So, I'm back on my grind,
with Keto that &
Macros this,
Because popping it,
without trying too,
Truly ain't it.
Pop Pop Pop Pop it!!!!!!
I'm Stopping That Shiiii.
kute and kuttlely
anty and so kuttery
Little Litty Lilly
Loty Lolly likes too
Likes to chew
The dawg bones
When I come home from the office
Kitty Pearl drinkin' at the kitchen faucet
kute and kuttely
Yellow and buttery
Little Litty Lilly
Loty Lolly likes too
Likes to untie and nipple shoelaces on our shoes
Here kitty, kitty
No~ wait to stop that
Scat cat for heaven sake Kat sitting on my hathat
the condescending, contented cat sat on my hideous, hilarious hat
While Little Litty Lilly Loty Lolly still pawing and gnawing my shoe latches
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Behold, the Valiant Spirit! housed in a young vibrant body;
A litty like a titty;
Endowed with telepathy;
In this age of complexity.
I marvel at your smile that makes the day bright;
Your soft words that infuse strength;
And your words so refined.
Indeed, you're one of a kind.
Oh Valor!
Uphold thy honor
That those who seek for thy favor
May have a new experience to savor.
Folks, listen when he speaks.
Friends, feel the dimples on his cheeks;
For he smiles like a dove
And his heart like the blue sky above.
Dedicated to myself -Ejire Michael (Mikky-Prince)
In my thoughts, I need to go back,
To enjoy the warmth of friendship,
To enjoy the cold of nervousness,
To enjoy the 'naughtiness' of teachers,
To enjoy the pain of hot cane,
To enjoy the 'good' in hand writing,
To enjoy the dimness of that bulb,
To enjoy the scolding of sleepy heads,
To enjoy the fear of questions' ahead '
To enjoy the darkness of the room,
To enjoy the memories of moths,
To enjoy the mist of Christmas,
To enjoy the taste of Onam,
To enjoy the mystery of Bakrid
To enjoy the role of knowledge,
I got from inside the walls!
Litty Lokanath
His nails are curled like snails
Beard, wet as a net failed to bail
Eyes looked sad as a fish
Having nothing in front to wish.
He murmured something to do bushes
Feeling was awkward to the rumors
Muttering meanings to the gushes
Sweating salts to the toes.
Waving hands to the 'odds'
Weeping eyes smiled to the rocks
Was in chains of iron
Free of bounds of bitter strain.
Sane, he was a judge in jury,
Destined to be chained in 'fury'.
Litty Lokanath
It must be the breast milk,
When I am a child of silk.
It must be my mother,
If I need care and affection.
It must be my father,
To protect me from dangers.
It must be my teacher,
To protect me from evils.
It must soothe my mind,
If I am in trouble.
It must be a remainder,
If I am overjoyed.
It must be a comforter,
If I am uncomfortable.
It must be a boxer,
To knock out my weakness.
It must be a fish swimmer,
Swims with me to the treasure.
It must be my supporter,
If my legs begin to fall.
It must be a beginner,
If something strikes my mind.
It must be a consoler,
If I was hurt by someone more.
It must be a partner,
In all my failures to share.
It must be my enemy,
Make me ready to share my 'Ego'.
Finally, it must be a Tsunami,
To take me to the pool of death.
It must be here with others,
To enjoy the greatness of thoughts!
Litty Lokanath
My mother said "it's ok,
When I got less marks in the exam.
She said it's ok,
When I was in trouble.
She said it's ok,
When I did some mischief.
She said it's ok,
When I regretted for something.
She said it's ok,
When I forgot her for some time.
She is my best friend 'amma',
For she will say the same ever.
But I fail to say it's ok
To my son and fear
He'll select another as best!
Litty Lokanath