Long Barbecue Poems
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LizPiggo began gobbling up the bodies of the four Cartel members. "What"! Her newly aware look at her comrades, questioned in a somewhat hurt and astonished manner, their judgmental attitudes. "We have to get rid of the evidence!" She whipped out a bottle of Uncle Ray's barbecue sauce and a salt and pepper combo shaker,
some Country Crock (churn style),
a napkin wrapped utensil set, a kids pool plastic makeshift toilet, (which she was going to hand to Shroomer, because he was full of hot air, but remembered he was now an assailant/fugitive in their circle), instead she french kissed Rosie Odonut and said, "if you blow up this beach and get your lips warmed up I will split the last two with you", while winking. When she fashioned her table cloth bib in place (so she wouldn't stain her beautiful Sunday dress) she was rock em sock em-and ready to go.
Gus shook his head and began pairing everyone up in teams...Then, WailersWitch walked in...
Form:
I never stopped
Loving you father
I did everything
You asked me to
Every single day
You name it
I washed your people's foot
I fished together with you
On Lake Ontario
We got some fish
To feed you hungry people
It was a hard to clean the wish
Now we are going to barbecue the fish
My Father's people arrived
At the Lake Ontario
At noon
We gave their meal with a dinner roll
And some red wine to drink
We had finished eating at 2:00 pm
At 2:00 PM it started to rain
Very hard
We got caught in the rain
Also we got all wet
It was terrible
We never expect that we would had rain today
Yes it caught us by surprise
"Red Invitation"
Crocheted a whole story
in golden twine of soft angora
She said no purple
I don’t want purple Agapanthas
the whole barbecue thing
is a party thing
unattended.
This was the most recent
conversation.
Lavender Street, She said,
the Church sits in, how apt.
Lavender.
Well oiled. Calmly receptive.
Ashes to ashes.
Crocheted a whole story
in golden twine of soft angora.
Cocooned
safely tied, catscradled in lace.
The invitation red -
So not vanilla.
Lavender Street
the Church sits in, how apt.
The invitation red.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“You know what they always say:
you can’t spell ‘funeral’ without ‘fun’ ..."
I Lovingly Remember Summer
I remember the golden as tea, warmth from the
tangerine sun, on my young, tanned back.
I remember swimming in the cool lake and the
delightful waves, drenching my young skin.
I remember my going fishing and was so glad
when the fish got away and swam to freedom.
I remember the smell of outdoor barbecue pork
and beef, coleslaw and the closeness of family.
I remember jumping off the white, wood pier, into welcoming waves.
Despite being so terrified but overjoyed that I could do it.
I remember neighborhoods in Chicago and we rarely
locked doors, as there was an absence of fear.
I remember playing on the sidewalk with my childhood
friends, under the summer moon that came to smile at us.
I remember the freedom of no seat belt laws and we stood
in the back of Daddy’s car, played games and house.
I remember when cars were not made the size of coffee cans,
and were stunning, with huge,whitewall tires .
I rememcer the sane and beautiful music of the 1940’s like Cole Porter
and George Gershwin, playing in the car under full monlit summer’s eves.
I remember how we were so very proud to be Americans, whose theme
was whispered by the trees!!
Even though I am older~all these, are the paintings on my soul.
I remember the laughter and joys of my carefree days.
But ~ my best memory is a surprise, and is yet to come!
7/3/2024
Revving Up Life
Half asleep by my window
watching swirling snow
outside - memories drift
like a slide show, pictures
of my youth so long ago,
almost as real to me today
as the events were then.
Snippets of childhood –
I am three, stung by a bee,
James plastering mud on
my arm, soothing the pain,
happy smiles again.
At nine, a fall from monkey
bars – oof! – on my stomach.
Can’t breathe. Will I die?
Love hits me at thirteen,
racing pulse when he’s near,
breathless as he walks me home
from school. I am delirious.
But we break up, and
I am broken-hearted.
Life is over - my stomach knots.
I hide in my room and weep.
Seventeen, a picnic planned
with a new boyfriend. It pours!
We spread a blanket under a
bridge - damp, silly, and happy.
College years and a formal dance,
satin gown, disco ball, big band,
our bodies pulse with youth
as we hold each other close.
In my twenties I marry.
Problems. Was it a mistake?
Romance has cheated me.
Is everything my fault?
I feel wrong and resent it.
Counseling for both of us.
We struggle through and
find love we thought was lost.
Years pass, children, then
grandchildren spilling joy
and sometimes angst into
our lives as they grow
and become individuals.
I am old now. Life, like me,
slower – am I sad or happy?
I choose to be joyful.
I smell scents of the seasons,
autumn bonfires, roast turkey,
Christmas greens, mince pies,
spring flowers, summer barbecue.
Bitter winter winds chap my lips,
spring breeze gentles my face.
Memories swarm like fireflies,
rev up my recalcitrant self!
It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my old friend Dane,
who spends his days riding
across the Texas plains,
working for a big ranch,
he cuts, lassos, and herds,
brings them in at round-up,
brands them all in turn.
Works out in the sunshine,
rides hard for his pay,
heads on down to Randy’s
for a drink at close of day.
the bartender there always
shows his picture to cowgirls,
Dane’s a local legend,
on raging bulls he’s twirled.
Some women try to tame him,
one day one might succeed,
but right now he’s just happy
giving them what they need.
It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my buddy Bill,
he grew up loving westerns,
I guess he always will.
He loves the boots and hats,
even owns a bolo tie,
if it weren’t for those old movies
he’d have never learned to ride.
Takes trail-rides with his children
out in the country air,
keeps them from their cell-phones,
builds memories to spare.
Takes them to wild west shows,
where old time ballads ring,
doesn’t take much prodding
before the kids start to sing.
It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask our sheriff Max,
even when out on the job
he still wears a white hate.
Some say that his dark skin
makes the cowboy-look strange,
forgetting all those freed slaves
that once rode the range.
But Max doesn’t give a whit,
he’s an honest, weathered soul,
and every year he dresses up
for the town police festival.
He puts on all his cowboy duds,
plays the old west lawman,
the kids all run up to him
making finger-guns with hand,
But those buckaroos are quick,
he’s never outdrawn a one,
but it’s enough for the sheriff
to see the tykes having fun.
It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask ol’ Jimmy-Ray,
living down in sunny Georgia,
his feet in the red clay.
he’s never even rode a horse,
but the don't bothered him,
the cowboy code is his bible,
you can see it in his grin.
He’s quite the man of honor,
and will always treat your fair
in his hometown barbecue
if you ever do eat there.
He’s polite to the ladies,
looks each man in the eye,
on days off in his straw hat
his ATV he rides.
He stays loyal to one woman,
his great pride and his joy,
to her he’ll always tip his hat,
it’s good to be a cowboy.
I throw my hands up in the air
And wonder what was going on over there
The ship has just dock at sea
And the coast guards were running after thee
And tugs boats were standing by
To send an urgent message to the mischievous sky
The sea crew had gathered around
To put the pieces together that had gotten burn
The ship was attacked and the petrified crew had to evacuate
but the mission arrived just in time
To rescue the divine, the damage was not great
And in seconds the ship was already on its way
The attacker was shot dead with a pillow over his head
And so the traffic at sea rolled on
And the birds are singing a merry little song
They are flying around in droves
Piloting the ship at seas as it
embark on another mystical journey
There is no drama at seas when
you have freedom and liberty
there is no drama at sea
when you up hold your dignity
they have been living on the ocean for years,
Traveling here and there
Learning about the mysteries of the world
And making friends with great sage of the mountains
They visit some exotic town and join the party all around
They had Peru roast pig straight from the ground
And German beer coming straight from the fountain
Chinese and Japanese food was in the mix and Indian cuisine
Spice up the scene, they had some British casserole
And American barbecue ribs with onion and salad dip
the experience is sobering
so book your ticket for the next
world wind journey
They have cabin for two
and one reserve specifically for you
There is one for hot grand mothers and
Cabins for promiscuous grand fathers
And if you are a busy writer
There are cabins with a view
To create your masterpiece for the evening news
There is something to suit everyone
So book your ticket and come along
We will travel all the continents
With courage in our hands
As we travel along
The traffic at sea is thick
And the boxes are full of gifts
Reserve your tickets
And get ready to sail with me.
Based on my consulting this year’s almanac
June 30th being the best possible day for a BBQ out back
I sent out invitations to everyone, I didn’t hold back
There was the lumberjack, the nymphomaniac
The humpback, the hunchback and the hypochondriac
The kleptomaniac, the hemophiliac and the insomniac
No reason to leave out the egomaniac and the pyromaniac
Ooops and how could I almost forget our local amnesiac
I proposed a neighbourly exchange of paperback
I asked them all to contribute, call back or at least provide feedback
Eve of June 30th, gotta prepare my shack
Start to clean vigorously with ammoniac
Wash my floors and dust that miscellaneous bric-a-brac
To make room for guests, park my hatchback in the cul-de-sac
Find bowls for every possible sweet and snack
Think of various games including kayak and piggyback
Think I might serve some type of aphrodisiac
Put together a musical playlist of 60’s to 70’s flashback
Get all set for a promising night of banter and wisecrack
I think I’ve thought of everything and I’m right on track
O gotta go… I think I hear the doorbell- must be Jack
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
WENT BY THE CHURCH AND THE SIGN DID SAY GOD SAID
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
Keep using my name in vain, and I'll make rush hour longer;
And I will make it rain, make it rain
God said..
There are some questions than can't be answered by google;
And you may party in hell, but you will be the barbecue;
Oh no, no, no Oh Lord
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
Honk if you love Jesus text while driving if you wanna meet Him
God said...
To be almost saved is to be totally lost..
It's no a joke really Jesus died on the cross
God says..
How do we make Holy water, God said we boil the HELL out of it;
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
When driving by a church and you park, just stop by
Church parking trespassers will be automatically baptized
God said...
You are not too bad to come in, your not too good to stay out
And what is missing from CH__CH...........U R
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
Keep using my name in vain, and I'll make rush hour longer;
And I will make it rain, make it rain
God said..
There are some questions than can't be answered by google;
And you may party in hell, but you will be the barbecue;
Oh no, no, no Oh Lord
WENT BY THE CHURCH AND THE SIGN DID SAY GOD SAID
9/21/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
As I find myself eating some of Deborah’s fresh bakes chocolate chip cookies….
(please, don’t ask me the amount)
because warm chocolate chip cookies is one snack you need not keep a count!
As I was saying as I was eating a few of her cookies…
(and in their deliciousness as I write this…I continue to partake)
I began thinking about the oven…specifically the fire in which they all were baked.
About how fire has been around since our planets birth…
and how important fire has been to our survival on this Earth.
How fire plays a part in our lives each and every day…
It helps to protect us, keep us warm, cooks our food and light our way…
Beside these everyday fundamentals…something else that I admire…
Is how there is an intimacy a togetherness we feel when gathered round any fire
Whenever we gather ‘round a fire…it doesn’t matter where…
In front of the oven, at the barbecue or seated around a campfire
there’s magic in the air.
Seated around a fire….talking, sharing…laughing, reminiscing
time seems to move a little slow
and the smiles on the faces of the people around you…have a special glow.
And who hasn’t seen entire crowds of people point, ooh and aww and sigh
when standing together on the ground watching fireworks light the sky.
I like that we did not invent fire…in fact I feel elated…
That fire, like the trees, the animals the clouds, the mountains
is a gift nature has created.
It’s nice every now to think about things like fire…and everything about it…
to give thanks there is fire in our life…and to wonder where we’d be without it.
Fire and all of nature are things I like to think about…
trying in my humble way…to understand.
And I can’t there of a better way to think about them
than with a chocolate chip cookie in each hand.