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Robert's cause of death will probably be:
Corona Virus, at age 20
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death
20
Probably cause of death
COVID 19
Other likely causes
Heart Disease
Diabetes
Liver condition
Noteworthy funeral attendees
Trisha Patsy Vau, aged 19 -girlfriend
Virgil James Cull, aged 81 -friend
Basic Information
Name:
Robert Micheal Best
Nicknames:
Bobbie / Tall Robert
Reason for nicknames:
Derived from Robert / Descriptive
Date of birth:
Thursday, 6th Jan 2020 (Age 20)
Star sign:
Capricorn
Nationality:
British
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Social class:
Middle class
Religion:
Atheist
Sexuality:
Straight
Education:
Some college
Course:
Sports science
Political views:
Far-left
Relationship status:
In a relationship with Trisha Patsy Vaughan
Career path:
Athletic/Profession Poet
a fiction write
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide
did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater
unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which kickstarted, syncopated,
oft times espying Bobbie Riggs
who years gone back whiz Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff Fanny doth zags and zigs.
Come with me to nineteen sixty three
The year Pope John died and so did Kennedy
We saw Lawrence of Arabia with Peter O’Toole
Listened to It’s My Party and She’s a Fool
Last year for the Studebaker
Martin Luther King had a dream
Great train robbery in Buckinghamshire
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane made us scream
Skeeter thought it was The End of The World
Liberty Valance starred Stewart and Wayne
They were The Days of Wine and Roses
Cascades sang Rhythm of the Rain
Dion had Ruby Baby and Bobbie sang Blue on Blue
Dale and Grace were Leaving It All Up To You
Little Town Flirt and My Boyfriend’s Back
In My Little Deuce Coupe, we’ll go to the Sugar Shack
Ben Casey and Kildare were two television shows
Remember the Dixiebelle’s Down at Papa Joe’s
Two Faces Have I was sung by a guy named Lou
Roy said In Dreams he missed Blue Bayou
The USS Thresher sank and all were lost
Poets mourned the death of Robert Frost
Elvis said his girl was the Devil in Disguise
Bobby thought the Night had a Thousand Eyes
The Dodgers beat the Yankees four games to none
The Essex said It Was Easier Said Than Done
Da Doo Ron Ron and Then He Kissed Me were sweet
Ray Charles was Busted down on South Street
Mockingbird and Surfer Joe
Memories from long ago.
In the late 60s, I heard the song,
'Ode To Billy Joe' by Bobbie Gentry.
Some time later, I heard the song,
'Take Me Home' by John Denver.
Bobbie Gentry's song reminds me
of my Southern roots not far from
the song's theme location in the
Mississippi Delta.
John Denver's song clearly paints the
picture of a place to which I would like
to return, if only it still existed. The name
lives on, but the people are gone. The fields
of corn and cotton remain but not the homes.
John's tone is magical, and I am mesmerized
by that country road. although my surroundings
were not mountainous but near sea level, John
still takes me home with his matchless lyrics.
"In fragments they come to me now". Andrea Dietrich 2020*
I have never been a fan of table puzzles, especially the large ones.
I am threaten by their complexity, and I am not gifted with lots of patience.
I have never been diagnosed with ADS, but for big puzzles, my attention sinks fast. Recently, I read a poem about pieces of a life displaying 10 persons the
poet once knew while growing up, and most of whose whereabouts she no longer knows. They were a part of her life during a season that ended, and
they were parted like the wind.
We all can identify with such people and seasons, often thinking and wondering about them. Pieces like Bob, Dennis, Johnnie, John, Yank, Bobbie, Peter, Robert; just to name a few. These are pieces that generated love and laughter, fun and games, and little if any pain. But there were other pieces that shall remain nameless whom I would much rather forget, because their contribution to my life brought hurt and pain.
However, I am certain that without them, my life's puzzle would be incomplete with missing parts, leaving holes and questions. Such pieces I could have
easily set aside and grabbed an entirely different puzzle box simply because
I grew weary or impatient with them.
On the contrary, if I am to be wedded to the will of God, I do not have the luxury of picking and choosing only things that make me smile and refusing everything that brings grief, sorrow, and tears. And although those adverse experiences, people, and places may have pained me greatly, I must seek to be comforted and reassured by the words of the Master, "Shall I not drink the cup that my Father has given me?"**
91820PS; *Inspired by poem, Youth's Sweet Friendship Fragments by Andrea Dietrich. **John 18:11
Racing down the stairs
ready for the day's adventures
in a hurry to get outside
mother making me eat first
I bolt my food as fast as possible
then flee outside and down the road
stopping at Bobby's on the way
his mother telling us behave
Together we head for the woods
right deep into its heart
there a large tree stood
with branches hanging low
We climbed up to our tree house
checked around, then settled down
would today be the day we thought
eyes fixed fast on a falcon's nest
They should be due to hatch now
a cluster of three eggs in nest
look says Bobbie there is a crack
sure enough he was right
Fascinated we watched the chick hatch
struggling to break free of its shell
wet and sticky looking very bedraggled
to us lads it was the most beautiful sight
Sometimes an old song or an old movie can revive memories
If only we were able to reach back
Recapture the feelings, the simple joys, the dreams
To reach back and touch the moments
That first ice cream soda from the corner drug store
Peeling open a pack of baseball cards and
Trading with a friend for a favorite rookie
Frankenstein on the Late Show on Friday night
Dance in the auditorium, Hey! She’s wearing culottes
Sponge ball at the five and ten, up against the house
A small nail and electrical tape to fix the bat
The balcony on a Saturday night, keep dreaming
Chase tag, hide and seek in the street
King of the mountain in the old park
To reach back and have those feelings again
Pack of Luckies in the shirt sleeve
Hustling a game in the pool hall
Sunday ride to Grandma’s house
Free movie in the playground on a summer night
Keeping stats for a wiffle ball league
Wrap around skirts and pedal pushers
Bobbie socks and Bobbie pins
White bucks and Butch wax
Juke box hits six for a quarter
Slow dance, save the last one for me
If only we were able to reach back
Sara married Charlie, and instantly became caught up in his web.
He was a Catholic, so she converted. He was a Democrat, so now she was too.
They were both serious now, even though she had been a party girl before.
His opinions were her opinions. Charlie says. Charlie thinks. Charlie, Charlie.
But that got boring, so she married Bobbie. They were exactly the same
After she converted and became Southern Baptist. She learned the guitar too.
They played the guitar for two years all over West Kentucky. Joined at the hip.
His opinions were her opinions. Bobbie says. Bobbie thinks. Bobbie, Bobbie.
Sara is on husband number nine. His name is Chet.
She is now an independent, not believing in any politics, a New Age convert.
They go to psychic fairs, showing gemstones. They both read Tarot cards.
His opinions are her opinions. Chet says. Chet thinks. Chet, Chet, Chet.
Sara is still trying to find herself, but going about it in a very strange way…
STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement,
specially that of common domestic
farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering
~
Excrement, especially that of common domestic
Droppings, stepping in and on that stuff
muck droppings dung compost
guano ordure excrement
cowpats cow chips cowplop maul mulch
horse apples, buffalo chips, meadow muffins, dressing humus
Peat top-dressing enricher potash marl nourishment
~
ooH! toad juice, bone meal,
peat moss bonemeal fishmeal blood, fish, and bone
La dung ordure
Excreta scat poop dropping waste slops
Odor soil poo dirt turd guano feculence
Egesta doo doody log ejecta ejectamenta doo-doo
Night soil faecal matter, boo-boo, droppings, muck stool
~
Defecation excretion stools fecal matter mess turds waste matter discharge
That jusz ain't cool
Caca body waste secretion, cack motion whoopsies, filth kak
Cowpats sewage doings jobbies evacuation number two
Urined cowplop, black water fertiliser, cow chips, meadow muffin cow pies horse apples go to the bathroom
~
BM flux, jobbie pooh, whoopsie jakes bowel movement, chips perspiration Creatinine sullage sweat big jobs bodily waste
Deuce compost slurry gobar animal excrement pigeon droppings poo-poo
Protective covering mulch bark compost covering insulation leaves
Organic matter peat plastic sheeting protection litter straw
Babies dirty diapers mommie Bobbie made a poo-poo
9/7/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
This christmas you’ll know how great I am
Ya I’m the man.
You want diamonds and a car? I’ll do better by far!
Porsche extravagance and a solitaire
brighter than the North Star.
The present I want to unwrap is you
laying seductively under my wife’s tree
My christmas colour is pink mystery
together we joyfully can rewrite history
cause baby cakes you do things to me
that make me not care
about her misery
This christmas is hismas
so let’s fill it with ecstasy
As we laid there intertwined
I felt shock waves
going through my mind
I couldn’t see or feel you, I’d gone sense blind!
In the darkness
my blissfulness unravelEd
“PLEASE let me hit Rewind”
But it was just liquid black I could find
They came and removed
my wrinkled soul
and l was forced to leave you behind
Christmas morning
I was placed into a pretty box of pine
Family and friends didn’t show, not a sign
You who I thought was mine
drove your new Porsche
down Rodeo Drive
Later some caviar and wine
No worries you felt better than fine
After all you have plenty of rich fellows
waiting in line.
“Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to you.”
Across the Abyss
I watch the Angels celebrate Christmas
as on my chest I pound my fists
Why wasn’t Jesus there on my Christmas list?
My knee is bowed, I now confess
but no one can get me out of my mess
The more I lusted for turned out to be less
Now my soul is burning and I can find no rest
I felt powerful like a god
believing that was why I was blessed
By trusting in myself
I failed the ultimate test.
For Bobbie Burns, “Beyond The Niceties of Christmas Poetry Contest”.