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Everytime I begin to start to write
A single line
I so too also hear
A deep intake of breath sigh and sneer
Which fills me full of dread and fear
As I also in tern then see your eyes roll
And you begin to lear at me
With derision and dissatisfaction in
equal measure of displeasure
As nothing will i ever do will be
met without a howl or scowl
For if 1 single mistake I make
You will surely point it out in infinite
great detail
So I am unable to live it down lest
it forget
So why I even bother writing anything
after all
Is quite a mystery to even me unless
i do it for the sole purpose of being
critiqued and criticized
Especially just for the amusement of
you and you alone
Or in the eternal hope that just maybe
that my day in the sun cometh
I may be granted the final most endearing
laugh of the ages
I am actually enabled to write with such
an abandoned freedom
I am fearful of not looking over my
shoulder or having to place my hands
over my ears
And God willing if it was to even be
or nominated or win some kind of award
Oh boy then have to face the indignity
of beginning to turn my attention to
Penning a somehow carefully crafted
apologetic non controversial acceptance
speech
That doesn't upset or offend anyone
or evey single living human being
Who didn't actually but most of all
never wanted me to
So best say nothing or write anything
at all then hey
“Weeping is a door out of grief. Walking along the path behind the door brings relief.”
-Quote by Poet
Nothing else mattered,
She was torn and battered,
Life had shown her its awry side,
She wondered in whose embrace she would abide.
She lay on her sofa all day,
She wished time had paused yesterday,
She wished it had hidden her mother in its room,
She wished it had hidden her from the walking gloom.
Tears streamed down her eyes,
She became cold as ice,
She saw an emerging shadow,
It was walking through a shrivelled meadow.
Suddenly the shadow was haloed with a bright light
It pierced through the stygian night,
The shadow transformed into her mother,
She smiled at her and told her not to bother.
Weep not, my child, for grieving is for the hopeless,
Though I’m away from you, I’m not homeless,
Be strong for hope will lead you,
Soon you will be out of the blue.
Those were her mother’s parting words,
They were like piercing swords,
She sat up and smiled as tears flowed,
Her face brightened and glowed.
This is my command—
God says be strong and courageous!
God says just do it, do it, do it
You are blessed and not curse
Just think it could be worse…
This is my command the Lord says do not be afraid or discouraged. For the LORD says your God is with you, with you, with you always
Wherever you go.
This I believe I know because it’s true
This is my command—
God says be strong and courageous!
Be strong, be strong, be strong
And be courageous
God won’t let nothing more than you can handle bother you
For He’s true and He’s, He is and will fight your battles for you.
In sickness, in health He’s got yo back. Be courageous and strong for you can’t go wrong wit God
This is my command—
God says be strong and courageous!
God says just do it, do it, do it
You are blessed and not curse
Just think it could be worse…
This is my command the Lord says do not be afraid or discouraged. For the LORD says your God is with you, with you, with you always
Wherever you go.
This I believe I know cause it’s true
Joshua 1:9 (NLT)
1/31/20
Written word James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
7/11/21
Never been the smoothest talker
Got to make the best of it before I need a walker
Had a lot or nothing to offer
Wasn't always worth the bother
4 days a week I work with and help doctors
Occasionally seeing Boxers
She got some knockers
Too many peeps are squawkers
I'm flying sky high inside a saucer
Above waters
With otters
Never been an imposter
Thought I had a chance and how quick I lost her
It's all been testing my dignity and honor
Never been a prince, always been a pauper
An endless battle to prosper
In the end it was or wasn't a shocker
The truth locked behind a locker
Or bouncing around like a ball in soccer
People being respectful or a stalker
In a world full of good intentions and slaughter
Some folks heroes and others monsters
Objects of value and sentiment behind a glass case
A giant rat race
Traveling slow or at a fast pace
Winding up in first or last place
Oh in that case
No wonder the sad face
This all left a bad taste
Good and bad days
Glass crutches in the ashtrays
While going in and out of a vast maze
It's much more than kind of
A big deal if you can't make your mind up
Before time's up
That's why the past and history is there to remind us
Sit around or get out and try stuff
That's for you to decide what
Find out you might hate or like much
I romance you, but you romance the sparkling stone
I love you with my heart, but your heart is in the phone
I talk to you lovingly, you talk to our little pet Tommy
I ask you to cook for me, you turn to call your mommy
I question, what ever happened to our undying love?
You look fixedly at me, and wonder why I’m asking now?
Roses were red, violets were blue when we used to date
Now, rubies are red, sapphires are blue as I curse my fate
Marriage, before it, I had my liberty and was independent
Since you entered my life, my neck has a collar with a pendant
You never cease talking to your friends, and your mother
Over phone, when I make an urgent call you don’t bother
I know you love me, but it is for your own self-interest
Which actually means you love what is good for your rest
I know you love me but you know it is, also, for your own good
Like the goose that laid the golden eggs, I’d worry about your mood
You wish to be one of high society and take part in kitty party
To be at home and manage the house instead of being nasty
Not worrying about cooking, children, and their school
From work I return, to do your chores, again to be a fool
mbfarookh
IN THE BACKSTREETS OF MY MIND
Loud crowd of feeling
in the black streets of my mind
failing to revolt
jumbled, bewildered, confused
random, but in plenitude.
Some ask to aggress,
some advice just to forget,
better to ignore.
Some insist to take bold step,
not to indulge or endure.
When I myself fail
to tackle wicked liar,
nasty betrayer,
if the being gets suffering,
I rejoice, ‘Rightly served’!
Strong emotive urge
sometimes don’t bother at all,
ready to confront.
Yet compulsive helplessness
expect revenge by Nature.
09/26/19
'In The Back Streets Of My Mind' Contest by Silent One.
Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done?
Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone.
I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone.
The horror of a dying man reverberates in my bones..
That look sinks into my soul with his plea of, WHY!
His pleas of why, I cannot live, why must I die?
As his eyes of his soul fade away into lifelessness.
I feel the authority gently pull my arms and cuff both my wrists.
I wanted no representation at my hearing the following day.
The Judge took pity on me for I was trying to keep my crying at bay.
He sentenced me to five years for DUI and 10 for vehicle manslaughter.
Now I sit in solitude, withering away and not living, why bother.
I usually keep my cell door closed, I want no company
But in my melancholy of self-pity, I left it open this day.
A joyful youth of red hair came bounding in with a beautiful smile.
His noble intentions startled me for a while.
He offered me his ration of delicious smelling bread.
I was distraught over this death with deep sorrow and dread.
I gently refused his kind offer and told him I want no life.
He warmly smiled at me which put a pause in my strife.
You have me transfixed and wanting to know more.
“I see the pain in your eyes, do you want release?” he implore.
I told him that it hurts so much that I do not want to Live.
He said, “Have you considered an alternative that I am willing to give?”
What is it? I stated, what do you have for I know I am condemned.
Let me tell you about our brother that he wants you to mend.
I am an only child and I have no brother, you speak of him, who’s he?
He is Jesus, our brother who extends a welcoming hand and want you to see.
See what? I asked as my heart started to warm as if he’s there.
Suddenly our brother appeared in radiant light and sat in a chair.
I fell to my knees and bowed to him crying, why me brother?
I feel your pain of a contrite heart for you are my child like no other.
Please listen to me for I and one who has died forgive you for what you have done.
Now, child, please forgive yourself, when you do your life will shine like the sun.
Still kneeling at my brother's feet and I forgave myself over and over again.
Thanks to my redheaded friend and brother, my new life began.
To the tune of "Shoo Fly"
Chorus:
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
I don't care to share your company
Chorus:
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
I don't want to be your next meal to eat.
Chorus:
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
I'm letting all bears know I'm in their vicinity.
Chorus:
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
Shoo Bear, don't bother me.
One More Time With Harmony!
The above is a hiking song I created and sing,
either alone or with others, whenever I find myself hiking.
If you let bears know that you're in their vicinity,
the bears will ignore you instinctively .
It is only when one is hiking silently
and happens to startle a bear surprisingly
is when the situation will most likely end in tragedy.
You will become the bear's next meal most probably
and the bear will be hunted and killed afterward unfortunately.
"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring" ~ myself, today, as SoCal gets its first rain of the season, and Anonymous, to give credit where it is due
Little tyke,
hold on, before you ride off on your bike.
If you'd like,
I will explain something insane.
It's called rain.
You are young and I am old,
and so, you must do what you are told.
Yes, that's what I say.
You think it's the other way?
It's just that you were born right here,
in Los Angeles or very near,
in Southern California.
That is why I warn ya,
there's something you've not yet seen,
a liquid like what's in the washing machine,
something that should make you think,
something a kid like you would never drink.
We covered that already - I'm not insane.
You can Google it. It's called rain.
It falls from the sky in a vertical path.
Gravity's involved. There's lots of math,
and often when the wind is blowing,
and along a slanted path it's going,
you must ditch your bike and then start rowing,
as rivulets of water flowing,
send you sailing. There's no way of knowing,
which way the current may be going,
due in part to reasons owing
to nature's special gift bestowing,
which plants use to do their growing,
unless it freezes. Then it's snowing.
But in L.A. we don't believe in snow.
It's just a myth - just so you know.
It's something they use in corny Christmas tales.
So, don't bother with those details.
Back to rainwater, which disappears, like magic, into the earth,
that ball we live on of massive girth...
When rain rises up and puddles,
it invariably befuddles
little creatures known to squirm.
Of course, by that, I mean worms,
which come floating up in sorrow,
because they'll be dry and dead tomorrow.
One good thing about rain - it sloshes.
As your mother advises, wear your galoshes.
I'd like to thank you for your attention, son.
My lecture on precipitation is quite done.
Now, go out and have some fun.
When my Mother introduced you to me,
My life changed in ways I had not expected,
It was always a pleasure to take you out with me,
You got me invited to places I never expected.
You stimulated conversation at any and every table,
And always made sure I got due attention,
My life had never been so stable,
I made sure you got a good write up in a magazine of distinction,
You please me in ways no other would be able.
I will always delight in the the first sight of you,
In a different guise each day,
I can never get enough of you,
You bring such wonderful flavour to each and every day,
I have lots of friends thanks to you.
So here's to you Mother,
For giving me such a good start in life,
I will always be grateful to you Mother,
For sharing your secret to a successful life,
And for entrusting me with a recipe book like no other,
That set me up for decadent life,
Producing a range of pastries to make without any bother,
That led me to a wife,
Like no other.
I also took your advice to go easy on the cream,
And not to talk with my mouth full,
As I don't want a doctor to shatter my dream,
And tell me I have had my fill,
That it is time to live a life that is tame,
And switch to taking a daily pill.