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Oh! Sweet darling don't look
Don't look away, don't look away
So my, my darling don't, don't look away
If I stand here hurt before you
In front of your face so tenderly your lips
Blump and is red as a juicy apple
Come here unto the here and after
And I know in your mind your hurting
By now your love I am not deserving
My darling I love you so please don't go away
Oh! Oh! Darling turn around here don't go away
What's this attraction that we have
What is the action that we delay
I love you so, so oh sweet darling don't go away
Oh sweetheart don't look away
I'm sorry for those negative things I did say
Don't walk anymore, my honey baby I love you so
And Oh, Please come back to me
I'm down on my knees
I so, so sorry dear, don't go away
And this is our differences that we saw we sought survival
Yet all now is left is revival
I was not only broken hearted
I am crushed girl I'm so, so sorry I love you much
so darling please, please, please don't go don't
My darling I love you so please don't go away.
9/24/74
Written words by Alton Adkins & James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Alton Adkins 1974, 2021©
Things ain't that good
mankind tells me just
where is the Brotherhood
I know that your policies your politics are not anything like the Republic
It's all about understood not bet your ways
are not to be subjected not caught running away
ain't going to help me no
Things ain't that good
keeping it to yourself just won't work out yo
we all know that shoveling once a day won't get rid of the snow oh no
things ain't that good
what we need brother is National Brotherhood I know
that things ain't that good
it's not quite what it should
and seems to be in the ghetto
things ain't that good
and they're not going to get any better
I know that things ain't that good for you or me brother
tell me people why all the wars
pimps out on the corners of the streets at night
why all the whores
I know at your policies are not and that you rather not be subjected or caught running away ain't going to help none of us
know keeping it to yourself just won't work out no
we all know that somebody wants to hate
you won't get rid of the snow oh
things ain't that good brother what do we need is National Brotherhood Universal love I know
that things ain't that good
Deep depression
detention
Things ain't that good
hatred
not to mention poverty
Things ain't that good
Dispension
contention
Things ain't that good
unemployment
War deployment
Things ain't that good
it's not quite what it seems to be
in the ghetto
things ain't that good
I know that for you and
for me brother
things ain't that good
3/27/74
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Alton Adkins
Swoosh !!
Hey Bruce ;
What's that ray of light ;
Yo, man out of sight;
Come here baby let me hold you tight;
I don't know what it is;
But I'm Sho Nuff scared;
and them kids on Campus College the new fad
The kids call it getting down rad;
I don't know what's happeniN
But I think it's spreadin
There in the park
Looming in the dark
making dogs bark
it's a nightmare
I 'm in shock streakin
baby baby
Maybe
streakin
runnin
in these sneakers
look over there look over there in the bleachers
streaking
everyone's freakin
over streakin look over there
you boys and girls naked running Under the Sun
U Cee
faculty
teachers
And policemen tryin
To catch him them
Bunch of lepers
streaking baby baby look over there look over here
I got to keep my eye on them
They're streakin
a flashlight
I can't believe my eyes
Them their guys
It's such a shocking sight
as they just streak on just wear socks;
streak gone streaking home by streakiN
WoW!!!
Swoosh...
8/21/74
Written by James Edward Lee and Alton Adkins
When I awaken, when I’m awakening;
I get ready for school
And in the hallway at my arrival;
There you are girl, you…
You’re so beautiful
You’re so marvelous
You’re so cute and kind
Girl want ya ta be mine
Its love
Love
Was love at first sight, this is love at first sight
You’re such a pretty, pretty girl;
And I just wanna be in your world;
Oh! I find you lovely, won’t you please
Come and walk
Come on and talk
To me, to me
Girl cause I love you
It’s true, I believe I love you
Just because I’ve seen you with my eyes;
And I must realize its love, love
Love at first sight, love its love
Love at first sight
Seeing you in this morning was... For me
Love at first sight
8/1/71
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by The Corinthian™© & Alton Adkins ©1971, 2019
IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME
What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;
Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high up in the trees;
“this it’ll never happen to me”
I’m a displaced child;
In a misplaced guild;
Won’t you give me a ride?
I’m an unused clone;
Strip of my shoes;
No place to walk to;
On your hopeless horse;
Don’t let me die in inquest;
Dreams are far to worst;
Riding right on course;
It won’t be my turn to cry;
Won’t be my turn to lie;
Won’t be hard to try;
It won’t be my turn to die;
What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;
Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high up in the trees;
“this it’ll never happen to me”
Where can I direct the truth?
Inside my mind is bruised;
Can I peer through brick covered windowed walls?
Eating rainbows devouring sweet adoring mud pies;
Blinded by the light of the sun’s rays;
I’m a displaced child;
In a misplaced guild;
Won’t you com b my hair;
Come taste the poison leaf;
Dying filled with grief;
It won’t be my turn to cry;
Won’t be my turn to lie;
Won’t be hard to try;
It won’t be my turn to die;
It’ll never happen to me…
7/09/70
Written words by James Edward Lee & arranged music by Alton Adkins ©1970, 2019
FROM THE SHORT STORY PLAY
“It’ll Never Happen to Me”
We commemorate the death of our love ones
We don't celebrate the death of our love ones
Today is not a great day
Today is a very sad day
We don't care about wealth, avarice, money and cupidity
We abhor hate, greed, hatred, racism, and police brutality
Today, we don't care about the economy
Today, we want to eradicate greed, bigotry
Racism, division, lies, deceit and hypocrisy
We care tremendously about our health
Not about wealth. We care about over 100,000 deaths
We commemorate the death of George Floyd, Tamir Rice, Jamar Clark
Jeremy McDole, Breonna Taylor, Sean Bell, David MacAtee, Stephon Clark
Adam Atraore, William Josma, Steve Biko, Kalief Browder, William Chapman
Sean Reed, Sean Monterrosa, Antwon Rose Alton Sterling, Michael Ferguson
Philando Castile, Amadou Diallo, De'von Bailey, Samuel DuBose, Redel Jones
Mike Brown, Eric Garner, Michelle Shirley, Tony McDade, Deb Danner, Ken Watkins
Laquan McDonald, Ahmaud Arbery, Terence Crutcher, Manuel Ellis, Korryn Gaines
Many Native Americans and many other brothers and sisters. We are out of breath
We have been suffering, hurting, in pain and crying too much. Enough is enough
We can't breathe. Get off our necks. Black lives matter. No justice, no peace
We celebrate life and love. Black lives matter. We want to live a long life
We commemorate death. We can't breathe. No justice, no peace.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
My life is in such a mess;
Somehow now, I don’t feel it;
Could you come here a while;
Will you be my guide..
Can you help me survive now…
And I am such a emotional mess;
Can’t even transgress will I survive;
How can I survive?
You tell me to….
And if you want I’ll do
Say…
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
Busted and doom
No one to love me as I am
But you say, you say time and time again
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
And if you want I’ll do
Say…
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
Busted and doom
No one to love me as I am
But you say, you say time and time again
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
06/21/74
written words by James Edward Lee 1974, 2019©
Arranged music by Alton Adkins 1974, 2019©
From the anthology "The World Will End Tomorrow"
…as well as demo/cassette & Single from American Gramaphone /Sound
Recorders/ BlackAmoor Records
CHRONICLES OF 3 DEAD BLACK MEN & ALTON
Louisiana: Alton Sterling shot dead.
Crime: selling CDs outside a grocery shop?
Outcome: "No charges for police over death",
says The Department of JUSTICE. Yes, 'justice'.
Methinks the last word above is misspelt.
They said: "No sufficient evidence",
Yet, video footage spread everywhere.
And so, death strikes. . .
three (3) black birds,
Six (6) years apart;
A thousand tears in New York,
hundreds of wailing, Georgia sobs,
a whole race & souls mourn in Minnesota
as we recount the tale of a white lion & curb
out on an hunting spree,
Gregory, former police officer (64)
and son Travis McMichael (34) in a truck
pursued a 25years old black lamb,
gunned down the lamb like it's a game,
Ahmaud Arbery was to be the sacrifice
to the gods above the law
and so...his vibrating breath seized,
his flesh mutter to his departing spirit soul:
"I can't breathe"
just like 2015, we reminisce
Eric Garner's last words:
"I can't breathe"
and now,
George Floyd's swansong:
"I can't breathe".
Garner growled 11 times
after being throat cooked by men in black,
Floyd muttered in 15 times
after being strangled by Derek's cursed knee,
Arbery jogged then ran the race of his life
till he got holes in him straight to death,
Devil had the smoking gun of a white dad
and son all to thank.
One simple question needing answer:
Is the game of Numbers being played against us?
In loving memory of late Alton Sterling, Ahmaud Arbery, Eric Garner & George Floyd.
VickWizzy.
Form: Narrative.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 28th, 2020
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We were young
just having fun... together playing
We got older and a little bolder we were swinging (I pushed you on the swing)
We were just two love birds flying in the wind
We went to Sunday school together, thanking God
For all He is...
Sunday school lovers,
Sister and brother
Promises of Hope Grace abundance
Our Soul dance
We were friends just until we got older (older)
Then once again those urges prompted me to say would you be my girlfriend
And we were then more than just mere friends, even then I held you by your shoulders
Future tense future tense, I really feel I believe we are, we are soul mates
We are just two lovebirds doves flying in the wind
Oh! and how our hearts do tug from the joy of love we bring
As children we went to Sunday school together praising God and singing hymns
And now that we are older girl we are now exchanging vows
Sunday school lovers (Sunday school lovers)
Sisters and brother
Promises of Hope Grace
Evermore fulfilling this space
Ooh! you're my soulmate, you're my soul mate this I can relate
You are sweeter than my favorite cake
Ooh la la you're my soulmate, soul mate this can say I won't hesitate
You're my soulmate you're my soulmate this I can this I say, I can see
There's nobody else in this world I want to be with
Oh! woo oh a oh oh
Sunday school lover
Sister and brother
Hallelujah
9/24/76
Written words by The Corinthian ™ & James Edward Lee © 1976, 2021
Arranged music by Alton Adkins James Edward Lee & The Corinthian ™
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine
M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.21.2015
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
(Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944)
Years active 1923-1944
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!