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I love elephants! It’s a love I’m not ashamed to affirm.
Yes, I’m not afraid to say it…I’m in love with the pachyderm!
It’s not just because as I’ve grown older my ears and nose are larger…and it’s easier to get fat…no, my love affair with elephants is so much more than that.
I know that elephants are animals…but it’s not the animal I see…
When I look at an elephant…I see their humanity.
Elephants protect one another…they know the importance of family…they know how to work together…they’ll even baby sit…for free.
Elephants are social…and within their elephant habitat
using their trunks to communicate…elephants love to chat.
Elephants can also be vain…with human’s that’s another connection…for they’ve been known, just like us, to be enamored with their own reflection.
Elephants eat only plants…from this diet they never will cheat..and as a vegetarian…how can I not love an animal who refuses to eat meat.
And here is a priceless little known fact I’m happy to share with you…elephant babies suck their trunks…just like, with their thumbs, human babies do.
Finally elephants are not afraid to express their feelings…in their own emotional pachyderm skin they are snug…I love the way they use their trunks…to feel…to touch and to hug.
They will lend a trunk to one another…they will comfort an elephant bereaved…elephants have been overheard weeping…yes…elephants also grieve.
So there you have my reasons why in the animal kingdom I think the elephant is a gem….
In truth…It’s not because they are more like me…
it’s I wish I was more like them.
Wanna move up the ladder fast?
I'll tell you what to do;
Run to the boss's office,
And shine those dirty shoes
Are your fingers stout enough,
To massage his smelly feet?
Clip those crusted toe nails,
Make sure they're nice and neat
Hang around the time clock,
Snitch on those who's late;
Spend more time in the lunchroom,
Scrubbin' those greasy plates
Volunteer for overtime,
Never seek a penny more;
Bring up the morning papers,
Deliver 'em to his door
Walk his ugly dogs,
Drag 'em at least a mile;
Find someone to baby sit,
You'll be gone for quite a while
Show up when you're ailing,
No matter how dark or drab;
Take him out for dinner,
Be sure to pick up the tab
Drive his wife to the mall,
She's bound to get a thrill;
Make sure she's extra happy,
When you ask to pay the bill
Wash their dirty laundry,
Maintain that sculpted lawn;
Sleep is just a fairy tale;
You're workin' up 'til dawn
Take his kids to the zoo,
Let 'em drive you up a wall;
If they throw rocks at a camel,
Be sure to take the fall
Get ready for a let down,
Kissin' up won't take you far;
Bosses ain't really stupid,
But boy, they know YOU are!!
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos
And congas on mom’s pots and pans
Every time my parents would go to work
I’m, I the youngest stayed at home to baby sit
Instead of flunking me for truancy
Teacher didn’t believe me
At home with mine brother
His rhymes rhythm ways he could-have been another
Stevie Land Morris a “Wonder”
Darkness shown fell on me
His blindness was always be
Looked at him as his eyes danced
The earth darting about the horizon beats
“Does he see internally, eternally?”
The lights were already out for me
But as for him he so already sees
How can a blind person breath colors breathe
Darkness shown all on him on me
He sees what God sees
Do I envision His, their Inter Vision
If I could see for him. I couldn’t see for him
He who hasn’t seen not afraid of the dark, why, so,
So shall he sees more. . . . Many views untold
Unfold the dark I’m lost from here lit in the dark?”
“Yes.” So dark I can see.
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light
Dark dances in the light
Those the skin on my pupil tight
Opeck scales covering mine eyes
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos
And congas on mom’s pots and pans
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Special needs, disabled
Yet instilled, still alive I wonder
Is it too late to be liked a Stevie Wonder
12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
That was then,
When,
I played with a doll,
And used a pretend phone to make a call.
I had a favorite stuffed dog,
And had fun chasing a slimy, green frog.
I played dress up,
And drank from a sippy cup.
I learned how to walk,
And figured out how to talk.
I rode in a toy car,
But I couldn't go very far.
This is now,
How,
I go to work,
And cook my own pork.
I drive a car,
And drink at the bar.
I take care of my pets,
And have lots of debts.
I get dressed myself,
And reach the top shelf.
I Baby-sit my nephew and niece,
And travel to Greece.
Back then, I was a little girl,
Who loved to twirl.
Now, I am all grown,
And living on my own.
Baby sit down
Take a load off
Let's pour a glass of wine
And just talk
No telephones
No big TV
Just you and I together
And honesty
Not a single ear to hear
Except for our own
Let my words take you places
You never dreamed you'd go
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Let me go back
To the first place
I laid eyes upon an angel
And met fate
I knew at first glance
That someday we'd be
Talking bout forever
Discussing destiny
So here we finally sit
Letting inhibitions go
Expressing all our hearts
And revealing all our souls
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Yes you know I've had these feelings for a while
The road into Rotgut looked like every road,
in every town I've seen, dusty
I've traveled through so many towns
and this town is no different
I'm tired, just looking for the saloon
and a guy, a drifter, name of Zack
Sent me a wire, needs help with a bank job
They call me Ricardo, an outlaw
Been on the run since I can remember
Enough about that, I'm thirsty
The trail dust is still choking me
Well, its not much of a saloon,
but it will do
Bartender!Give me a drink!
Leave the bottle!
Hello miss, thanks but no thanks
Here on business, don't have time
Looking for a guy name is Zack
Do you know him?
At the table, thanks
You Zack? Got your wire
Ricardo? Yes the same
I'll be around, but not for long
In fact Zack, after looking at you I'll be moving on
No offense, you look like someone who runs a dry good store
And I didn't come here to baby sit
So just pay me for showing up and I'll move on
That won't be a problem will it?
Didn't think so
Thanks for the whiskey, told the bartender you'll pay for it
I'm keeping the bottle, you don't mind
Hope not, I'm tired and really don't want to kill you
Good day miss
Yep, like every town I've seen
When we look into a garden of flowers…of it’s beauty we’re aware
but we may overlook the beauty of each flower growing there.
Yesterday was a special day…from sunrise to sunset…
when got to experience the beauty of a single rose…and one solitary violet.
It began early at a bakery when a curly haired little girl
showed us she cold stand on her tippy-toes
and Mom and Dad informed us…her name was Millie Rose.
As we walked to our cars together…Millie Rose…just for fun
asked, as children do, if we wanted to watch her run.
It made us smile…this brief encounter with this family we happened to meet
and as they drove away we waved at Millie Rose…who waved from the back seat.
Later in the day…for a couple hours…at a time her parents set…
we were happy to spend some time with our great-granddaughter…Violet.
She smiled when she saw us…it was a wonderful way to start!
(It’s amazing how a simple smile can melt two people’s hearts?)
In that couple of hours together our whole day was enhanced…
as Nana, PopPop and Violet played and sang and danced…
And as we walked to our car…totally enamored by her charms
we watched Violet wave goodbye to us…while in her mother’s arms.
That evening when we had time to think…we were glad we chose
to visit that bakery after sunrise…and experience the beauty of a rose…
And equally as glad….before that same sun set…
for the first time…we had the chance
to baby-sit our great-granddaughter…Violet.
And I thought if every child is like a flower
when they emerge from out their mother’s womb….
how every encounter we have with them
helps determine how beautifully they bloom.
A thought that occurred to me…on a day we will never forget…
when, while walking in a garden of children,
we got to enjoy the beauty of a single rose and one solitary violet.
There was a loud explosion, followed by shouts of glee
The rat-a-tat-tat of gunshot, was suddenly surrounding me
It was much to my horror that my husband bought the game
And to watch my boys playing it, nearly drove me insane.
They blew things up, they shot at them, and they loved every shot
“But it will warp their minds” I said, my husband said “It will not.”
He promised he would sit with them, but that’s cos he wanted to play
And he said he could drum into them that it is just a game that day.
I peered round the doorway, I watched him guide them through
They cheered, and laughed at gruesome bits, my husband cringed a bit too
But as they grew they learned, but I know this is not true of all
Mine are both big wimps, and even husband on seeing blood will fall.
They cannot stand needles, a paper cut makes them cry
They cannot watch the news, when there is death and destruction awry
So in all honesty I don’t agree with violence in video games at all
But I think it’s up to the parents to make the final call.
Children in days of old, shot each other with a home made stick gun
They made swords out of anything, and always fought to the death in fun.
Play has changed they are safer inside, the trouble now I think this is it
Is when they are left to their own devices and the videos are used just to baby-sit.
©3/01/2013
~GG~
Contest Entry
It all works out, till it doesn't
We're cheaper by the dozen
You married your second cousin
When you thought it was true love
You're always right, till you blow it
The public records show it
And those angels proudly know it
As they rub it in your face from above
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
We drive till we run out of fuel
Committed to conquering cruel
Reading about the world's fools --
Thank God we're not them
You survive until the finale
And go off to that great green valley
Where the shepherds convene to tally
All the dreams you've forgotten
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
I used to baby-sit a lot, when I was young
I was a well sort after young miss
I get on really well with kids
And they liked the babysitters kiss.
Each small child I put to bed
A story then a quick kiss on the head
I’d settle down to watch TV
And eat the supper they left for me.
Each time they mostly came in late
But always walked me to my gate
Then one night after a fancy dress
The couple came home in a bit of a mess.
Their baby had played up as well
I’d only just settled her and I did tell
Don’t worry we know of the babysitters kiss
It’s all they want from you young miss.
I looked at him in his fancy dress costume
Not sure what flashed out in the gloom
I asked him as we reached our path
He opened his cloak and his thing did flash.
I went as a flasher, I tell you miss
Now it's time to give the babysitter a kiss…
I looked at his thing a flashing light well placed
And told him his battery need to be replaced
He drunkenly tried his hand on this young miss
He wanted to give me, his babysitter, a kiss
I reminded him his daughter would be a young miss
She may be the babysitter a drunk wants to kiss.
© ~GG~ 22/08/2012