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Old Annie has been lying for years
I think it has earned her a degree
She’s so expert at crocodile tears
which will gain her attention you see ...
then her sham illness just disappears!
She’ll google a topical disease
to convince medics that she’s got it
Keyhole surgery on both her knees
faking symptoms, she's not one to quit -
it’s Covid with just one single sneeze!
I can’t understand people who lie
seeking compassion for their fake ills
Then claim state benefits on the sly
faux tablets, mere sugar coated pills
I have just one question to ask - why
Quintain-Sicilian Poetry Contest
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11/10/20
Mama's kitchen;
somethin missin,
daddy used to bring home;
dead rabbits and squirrels,
cut up their carcass;
pull off the fur,
blood all over the table and floor;
the green oven in the corner,
has a smell up crimson burning;
whole peeled potatoes boiling,
skillet of frying liquid homemade gravy;
my daddy was a chef,
cooks any and everything from scratch;
grandma Rudell in the living room she'd walks into the kitchen.
~She says son, "cook on well done"~
you see mama could cook too, but she married my dad a navy chef
Who learn how to cook from scratch from his aunts and grand ma
man O man everybody comin in runnin into "Mother’s Kitchen"
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)assignment
Dedicated to my Father Joseph Lee
Grandmother Rudell Robinson
Great-Aunt Susie
Mother Annie Bell Ross Lee yes all those tasty blessings happen in my mama's kitchen
at 3933 North23rd street, yum
Today as I sauntered 'mongst the relics in the antique store,
My gaze was directed to an old Philco radio standing on the floor.
As I caressed its somewhat scratched and dappled finish,
Pleasant memories flooded my soul that I pray will never diminish!
'Twas like the one we had on the Hoosier farm when I was a boy.
'Twas our sole source of entertainment that brought us so much joy!
Gazing upon that long-silent token, I could not help but ponder,
Whose parlor it might have graced away back yonder.
Like me, did kids sprawl upon the floor rapt with attentive ear,
Listening to adventures we could only imagine in yesteryear?
Supper waited 'til we heard The Lone Ranger or Orphan Annie,
The antics of Fibber McGee and Molly or Rochester and Jack Benny!
Like me, did teenagers listen dreamy-eyed to The Hit Parade,
As Sinatra, Crosby or Como crooned a romantic serenade?
Did they dance with a broom to music of the Dorsey brothers,
Much to the bewilderment of their long-suffering mothers?
Did it air Morrison's account of the Hindenburg's disintegration,
Or Orson Welle's "War of the Worlds" that panicked the nation?
What joy there must've been as it aired the end of World War Two.
I lingered for a time, recalling vivid memories passing in review!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
There was a girl, her name was Ann,
She was a crazy soccer fan.
To her all players were the same
Until one team would lose the game.
For losers Annie kept her cheers,
For them she cried her biggest tears.
There was a boy, his name was Sam,
He loved to dip his hands in jam.
He'd stick his fingers in a jar
All the way deep, all the way far.
By the time he licked them all
He didn’t feel like jam at all.
There was a boy, his name was Shawn,
All he did at school was yarn.
He'd give the class a funny look,
Then put his head right on his book,
And thinking very, very deep
Shawn would fall very fast asleep.
There was a boy, his name was Nick,
He knew the world’s most magic trick.
Let’s say you saw him in a store,
And then he’s standing at your door.
He looks the same and you look puzzled -
The trick is that is Nick's twin brother.
There was a boy, his name was Josh,
He loved to squish, he loved to squash.
He went outside right after storm
To squeeze a wriggly jiggly worm.
There was one thing he wouldn’t squish -
That is a jolly jellyfish.
There was a boy, his name was Taylor,
He dreamed to be a fearless sailor.
He dreamed to find a treasure island,
And bring his mom a lot of diamonds.
There was one problem to this dream -
The Taylor-Sailor couldn’t swim.
There was a boy, his name was Steve,
Nothing and no one he believed.
He thought that no one told the truth,
Including mom and TV news.
Not what he saw, not what he heard,
He didn’t trust his own word.
There was a girl, her name was Kate,
She always had been very late.
Late for her school, late for karate,
Even for her birthday party.
There was one thing she liked, she said -
She always made it late to bed.
There was a girl, her name was Mary,
She dreamt to be a magic fairy.
She wished for things that she could do,
She wished for wishes to come true,
She got a wand with sparkly flowers,
One thing was missing - MAGIC POWERS!!
April 19, 2021
A person uses about 57 sheets of toilet paper a day!
Holy crap! That sure is a lotta trees
There are 58 million dogs living in the U.S. they say
But NONE are cuter than our Annie, I believe
Men are struck by lightning more times than women
Our pointy heads act as a grounding device
The original name for the butterfly was 'flutterby'
Methinks flutterby was much more nice
Smelling green apples can help you lose weight
As long as your honker is working well
They say smelling bananas can also lose weight
But do it in private, people may think you're unwell
Slugs have 4 noses, nosey little buggars are they
A sneeze travels out at over 100 miles an hour
Imagine the big mess when these dirty slugs let go
Surely we'd need to take a shower
The elephant is one of the few mammals that can't jump
Imagine if the could, buildings would crumble
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache
But he certainly has remained quite humble
Lipstick contains fish scales, holy cacka and eeeewww
Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!
You probably haven't heard of these very strange facts
You need to know them to help you survive
It's true, the electric chair was invented by a dentist
Now isn't that what we usually think
Sitting there while the dentist inflicts much pain
Wishing for death as I spit in his sink
I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.
She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.
She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too interesting
and I stand there dripping blood
until she magically replaces it.
We go to a lake,
recline on a mattress of meadow daisies
while she relates her life story,
I already know it
and just want to make out.
Annie sings a lullaby
a crow taught her in the Ohio wilderness.
"Would you rather have a 1960's
Coup Deville Cadillac
or me?" She says suddenly.
My hesitant silence speaks volumes.
I ask: What color?
The feisty gal
kisses me with her Kathrin Hepburn lips,
then shoots my ear off again.
Quote by Krishnamurti: In obedience there is always fear, and fear darkens the mind.
Fear has a way of diluting emotions and making us in-active.If we learn to un-
Earth our fears and take an honest look at them , we can redress false illusions
And build our reality with re-directive actions towards life, regardless of our Fear
Rest easy in the knowledge that fear is only False Evidence Appearing Real,
Trust in Universal Providence, it has your best interest at heart. Take time,
Review the information given. Place the palm of your hand on your stomach
Allow yourself to breathe with ease. Speak to the soulful warrior in you.
Narrow minded thoughts can constrict your creativity and render you hopeless.
Sing your song, and never silence the warrior. See clearly through the eyes of compassion, it will never hold you in quarantine.
Enlist in the hot springs of optimism and close the door to the cold spells of fear
No greater time then now to take a step into the future and brave the inner storms
Decide to be part of the brave ones. Be obedient onto thyself and watch as the
Echoes of fear lose their speed, as your red corvette of courage races you down a
Neon street filled with green lights. Let me quote in closing the movie Annie, a
Child without courage, is like a night without stars. Shine your light bright for
Everyone to see. Fear is nothing else but False, Evidence, Appearing, Real
August 25, 2021
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In loving memory, she's gone not dead grandma Rudell left first;
It was the very first time I have seen my daddy cry;
It was at birth she, my mom, dad God gave me breath;
I miss her she left when she was thirty-nine in loving memory
I was nineteen I did survive
Twelve years later my dad also left, and yes I cried
A short, strong man disciplined Navy chef his World War II mission
How I miss him
in loving memory
Truth be told there's to MY knowledge only one who was interested in me
To be my only, girlfriend turn wife and the mother of our three children
She's gone, left four years ago, she too went home to be with the Lord
in loving memory
No one truly dies they've just gone back home
Those tears we shed those we cry
Our loved one is only on loan to us
So this I do decree in loving memory this dedicated verse
~to Rudell Robinson, Annie Bell Lee, Joseph Lee, Carmen Lee Brown Lee~
How I miss them, in loving memory paternal grandmother, Mother, Father, Wife
7/5/20
In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Curio cabinet full of
Memories; a small dent from a wild child
All hopped up on penny candy, running on
Giggle energy, because of the excitement
Of the Little Orphan Annie radio program,
Stopped in her tracks, and stopped in her breath.
Scraped on the lion paw spindle leg,
From when nervous grandson watched
One small man shoot 3 small bullets into one small skull,
Like a whole book depository landed on point.
A stain mimicking the Grecian coastline,
On the drum top, from the spill
From the redwine from the news of pa-pa's death,
A slip and fall when reaching for the remote.
The drawer can't close correctly because
Daddy's head landed sideways after the bullet
Pierced his temple; how many times can you be laid off
On December 24th?
Curious cabinet guarded loosely
With skips in posture and hiccoughs in time.
Maker o maker,
Here is my resume.
My grandma was a steeple jack,
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near,
To see her swing and pirouette,
Doff her hat and wave.
And gasped and cheered each time she feigned
A slip and then a save.
Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips,
Tight rope walkers screamed.
Treetop loggers looked away
At the daring they were seeing.
Women gasped and children shrieked,
Fearful she would fall,
But at full ascent a massive roar
As she stood upon the ball!
She blew a kiss to the those below
As she turned around with ease,
Then there atop removed her scarf
And cast it to the breeze
But the crowd went wild as before their eyes
They viewed her final feat…
Into a handstand Grandma rose,
Then she waved and kicked her feet!
Whether flag pole, steeple, TV tower…
My grandma climbed them all.
For the freedom felt there in the clouds,
She was at their beck and call.
That grand old gal inspired me
Her legacy I've retraced.
Now I too dance upon a pole
At a club called Mary’s Place.