Long 1970 Poems
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Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
CHORUS-Oh, Lady Moon;
I’ll be worshipping you soon;
Real soon
Lady Dune;
I’m in love with you, ooh—
Verse 1.= Ooh, oh I betcha don’t know just what I see in you,(in you);
I’m gonna be that you don’t know what I’ve done,(what I’ve done)
It’s hard to believe that I’m that one;
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, Lady Moon
CHORUS-Oh, Lady Moon;
I’ll be worshipping you soon;
Real soon
Lady Dune;
I’m in love with you, ooh—
Verse 2.= Beautiful are your kisses, my dear;
Strong is your faith you have no fear;
Wonderful, marvellous you’re my Gwenever;
Reframe-- Lady moon you’re a silver ball
Shining bright;
Into the evening sky light
Ever bright, my shining light
CHORUS-Oh, Lady Moon;
I’ll be worshipping you soon;
Real soon
Lady Dune;
I’m in love with you, ooh—
Verse 3.= Lady moon my darling
Surrounded, surrounded by the blackness;
Your loveliness sparkles white;
Amidst the evening night;
I will never leave her alone;
You’ll always be my home, my home;
You’re the one girl for me;
This is how it shall be, we’re free...
CHORUS-Oh, Lady Moon;
I’ll be worshipping you soon;
Real soon
Lady Dune;
I’m in love with you, ooh—
11/09/70
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1970, 2019
I was standing in an extremely slow moving line at a Spectrum office the other day…
doing my best to wait patiently…
with one older woman in front and to older men behind me.
When we realized we’d be in line for a while
which was causing the older woman some consternation
we decided to pass the time in some friendly conversation.
It turns out the two men were Vietnam vets…one spent 18 months there in 1970,
the other 13 months in 1964.
The stories they told were more about ways they distracted themselves
to take their minds off the atrocities of that war.
While they were trading stories…of a place and time that was not part of my fate…
the older lady ahead of me was constantly complaining about the wait.
I stood there mesmerized at the juxtaposition…
of a lady whining about how the line was moving so slow…
And two men so easily discussing those months
that, I’m sure, changed their lives…all those years ago.
Well, the older lady finally made it to the counter…and once she was on her way…
realizing my question would take some time…
I told the Vietnam Vets to go ahead of me…and I’ll come back another day.
As I listened to them I kept thinking to myself…I can’t imagine what it’s like in war…
then I thanked them for their stories and their service…before heading out the door.
In the parking lot I was met by that same older lady…the one complaining in the queue…
She said the battery in her Subaru was dead…and she didn’t know what to do.
She said the reason she was impatient (and now crying)…she wanted me to know…
was her 62 year old son died of cancer…just two days ago.
So I hugged this stranger in the parking lot…in the midst of her bad day…
then we found a man with jumper cables…and she was on her way.
As I stood in the parking lot after she was gone…I thought how life is so bizarre
how we’re all living different stories that forge the people who we are….
A myriad of stories…some happening today…others now long gone.
And how sometimes we’re too quick to judge another person…
when we don’t know which page their story’s on.
A revelation felt in a parking lot after standing in that Spectrum office
in a line that was moving slow….
as I listened to two Veterans tell their stories…now six decades in the past
and felt one older lady’s sadness…that began two days ago.
The college town of Evanston was where we first met.
It was the summer of 1970, when Mr. Nixon was president.
It would be two years later before we’d be married;
And we were forced to be long distance lovers.
Before the internet and wide use of cell phones, we made expensive landline calls, or otherwise wrote letters.
Yes, we did ‘the otherwise’ and wrote letters between the lakes.
My lake? Lake Michigan in Chicago. And hers? Winona Lake, Indiana.
The letters are most revealing of two people engaged to be married.
They portray simple facts, figures, people, places, and things.
One of the envelopes reveals a postal date of March 8, 1972, and a .08 postage stamp with the face of President Eisenhower.
My future wife indicated that it arrived the very next day.
This was long before Fed Ex and US Postal Next Day Express.
It seems that some things, like mail, take longer now and rises in price;
But life and love were simple and beautiful then, as we read our letters.
Between weekends; between two lakes; and between two states;
Love and romance were sweet, even though separated by some 90 miles.
Long before Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, there was love and romance.
Long before the instant gratification of email, there was long distant love.
Yes. The love was tried, but it thrived. The time and space were long.
Moreover, the love not only survived, but has lasted more than 40 years.
10122016 PS Contest, Long Distant Love, Nicola Byrne. 5P
Pete had an ordinary funeral, nothing ostentatious or showy.
Two straight backed strangers appeared in his small Iowa church.
They were dressed in Air Force uniforms.
They hugged each other for a long time.
Another soldier gone, one said.
Our brother said the other.
These three had been the only survivors of C Company.
In the middle of a jungle swamp in Viet Nam in 1970.
From his catbird seat Pete Lansford watched.
He was grinning at them so hard that Jim looked up.
Pete gave him a high five, but neither Jim or Joe could see him.
Thank you for letting me watch my funeral he told the angel.
ACRONYMS
In 1970, Philip got land phone connection with STD.
Later he bought TV set along with player DVD.
In service, Philip was posted as SDO
As social worker he was attached to an NGO.
His son John when child was vaccinated BCG.
He was particular to monitor regular ECG.
John when admitted to college joined NCC.
At that time Philip became an agent of LIC.
With Economics Honors John completed BA
Soon he took admission in MBA.
John had applied for US VISA,
as he earnestly wished to visit NASA.
John is acting in a TV serial with high TRP.
Since then, he has been treated as VIP.
Second son Jack got Degree in MBBS
Later he became an FRCS.
Third son Tom quizmaster holds lots of FAQ
and always depends on his own IQ.
He allots question asking who is WHO?
What do you mean by ‘I see you ‘ or ICU?
04/05/21
First Place
'All Yours ( May 20 ) Contest by Brian Strand
"The future of life on Earth depends on our ability to see the sacred where others see only the common."- Quote by John Denver
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on the theme of WHOSE GARDEN WAS THIS?
OCTOBER 1970, JOHN DENVER ALBUM
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This garden was once lovely
The forest had tall trees
The meadows were opulent green
The oceans were true blue
This garden was once lovely
They called it mother earth
She smelled of rain in air
Her breath soft terpene
Rivers now don’t flow freely
Soil is now not brown rich
Smoke now chases away blues
Hills now don’t stand still
This garden was once lovely
Mother Earth was once healthy
Future shall forget the past
The present is too brittle to be true
Now how can I draw the face of the love I trule found;
Someone needs to show me…
I am goining to have to take a lesson or two on how to take you down;
Someone needs to show me…
Weather arcoss the seas;
Over rough lands;
Baby, I am hoping to be, just to be your man;
Show me the way
Show me how
How to love
Show me how
To live my live with you
Show me how
To be true, and how to do
All those things you want me to
Show me how to me happy with just little
That I may know how to be more thank ful when I gain
Show me how to love even in the rain, even in the pains
Show me how, Show me how
Only one can now I’ve drawn you with the meaningly circled circles there’s none;
And girl you are, you are the only, only one;
On my canvas you are all the colors, the brillants, brillance colors that I need;
Going to the rainbow bridge wondering if how ever, how am I ever going to receive;
Only on can be in pain a scene of two togtehr but maybe will gain
Please Lord allow us too be born again
Please show us how to give, show us how to live, show us, show me the way…
Show me the way
Show me how
How to love
Show me how
To live my live with you
Show me how
To be true, and how to do
All those things you want me to
Show me how to me happy with just little
That I may know how to be more thank ful when I gain
Show me how to love even in the rain, even in the pains
Show me how, Show me how
Whether across the seas;
Over the lands
Darling, baby I am hoping just to be your man
I ‘ll show you the world
Will you be just my girl?
Show me, Show me, and Show me how
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©1970, 2019
2/24/70
I Remember You
Yes, I remember you,
the dark-skinned girl,
dressed in tight corduroy,
unzipped on the floor there.
You were my lover that night in 1970;
We were wrestling
so smoothly, so passionately,
in the old brick house on Hoover street.
Remember honey? Just you and me
alone in the darkness,
kissing like kids crazy about each other,
listening to Hendrix on the oak console,
Electric Merman on axe in 1983,
Playing like a god from beneath
the fiery pinnacles of the Styx.
Remember? We were 18 and
wild with wordless desire.
I kissed you often that night
in the grey bluesy shadows,
embracing intensely
your perfumed, unbuttoned body,
on beige thick shag
by the open screen door,
with that benign breeze blowing in
softly and silently,
like the breath of whispering ghosts,
watching there, as we groped and licked,
two kneading felines, quivering,
insecure in the darkness,
our lips, slickered and lathered
in strawberry paste and love spit,
and our reaching tongues,
seared and slithering like caught tunas,
found electric connections
in the heaving nets
of aching fleshly onslaughts,
of mad touching embraces,
with esoteric teenage sweatings
at silent midnight, in June,
when the jacarandas are in bloom.
Yes, I remember you,
The girl with the brown perfumed skin,
and those kissing smacking sucking lips
that spoke so loudly,
without ever saying a word.
the love of my life...
girl, all you
all you got to do
Is just be, be just be only you;
These trues are sure;
I'm sure that I'm yours;
Girl all you got to do is say that you love me;
that you love me...
Darling just say those words that you love me, you love me;
And that you're
The love of my life;
I do believe love;
From up above;
Chosen vessel your my darling;
I worship you love;
I can't help but to love;
I'm all out of breath;
When I think about it...
Girl all you got to do is say that you love me;
that you love me...
Darling just say those words that you love me, you love me;
And that you're
The love of my life;
And darling you are, you are, you're
the love of my life, the love of my life;
One day when we get older;
I'll embrace you by your shoulders;
Honey, dear so sweet and revere;
Loving and kindness is all I have here;
Girl all you got to do is say that you love me;
that you love me...
Darling just say those words that you love me, you love me;
And that you're
The love of my life;
And darling you are, you are, you're
the love of my life, the love of my life;
I do, I do, I do believe that you're, you are
The love of my life, the love of my life
together hand in hand we will become one day future man and wife;
But until then my love I say I do, I do believe
That you're the love of my life;
7/15/70
written words by James Edward Lee/Micheal Block©1970, 2019
Arranged music by Alton Adkins