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I'm heading home after five
humming to myself quietly;
I've missed the December' sunset by an hour,
Christmas lights sparkle, folks greet each other:
hear the joy in their voices!
Jesus will end their worries:
they will thrive, not strive!
Naughty boys laugh at Bozo, he has
red hair and long feet;
he marched in the Halloween Parade
and played his drum with a fast beat!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
Show them you are in a happy mood,
don't be afraid of being booed and hissed!
Carols take the dullness away,
and they replace it with cheerfulness:
take your trumpet, your guitar,
or just hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly...
feel inside serenity,
listen to golden bells
ringing joyfully!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
Peter is the new Santa with a white beard,
his favorite visitor is Reed;
look around the corner: there goes funny Elf!
Scrooge grins, he's all for himself:
stay away, don't laugh;
Greedy Scrooge is afraid of Christmas ghosts!
Dickens knew him well:
a guilty conscience won't let
won't let anybody sleep;
everyone expressed ingratitude
to someone who was cheap and rude,
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly,
and despite all: be very merry;
oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly:
see snowflakes falling,
and festive kids running!
The frosty evening holds a magical spell,
the whole universe praises Jesus!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
David understood
the mysteries of the Heavens,
faith is the only stronghold of the weak;
songs are the humble gifts of the meek!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly...
walk around: who happy, who's sad?
Ah, many don't have
the strength that faith gives,
walk with the Good Shepherd
and make him your friend:
glory will be yours
of you proclaim Him
your King and shield!
Hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
I'm heading home
humming to myself quietly,
decorations are pretty;
snow and silence charm
and together
with the Christmas music,
we'll disarm
each woeful feeling inside:
let the Jule season bring us more joy!
Carols are played everywhere:
will they warm up all the cold hearts
in the crowded square?
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
P.S. The track of my song is posted on CloudSound.com
You look at me so uninviting;
I may have some missing teeth, stumble when I walk, bout' to FALL!!!
Stutter when I talk, but yet I'll still call;
Might smell like ole mothballs or mint or maybe even Old Spice;
You see me and you stare, you're looking at the patches of my skin YES! it's different (maybe diseased ) different;
different colors and wrinkled on my face, the gray in my hair;
Yes you still stand there and stare. . .
I may talk bout RCA, Philco record players you say "what's that;
I might talk bout Annie Oakley, BoZo the Clown, Captain Midnight, you say Whose that;
Well child let me tell you all...
Don't throw me away;
Cause I'm just like you;
Don't put me out cause I'm too slow;
You think I'm in the way and I can no longer grow;
Don't throw me away, place me in a rest/nursing home;
Don't put me away because you think I'm in the way;
I', senior don't talk bout me in front of me I don't understand a word you say;
I'm alive, I have more brain cells and I got all my memory, well;
That's more than I can, say for you huh-hey!
Imagine if I'd treated you such;
But I wouldn't cause I've got God's love in me so much. . .
Love you see
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So I just suck it up turn the other cheek;
I may tumble but I won't fall;
I may forget something's but not all;
And yes I still eat meat;
Cause I got all my teeth;
Remember your just trying to get where I am at now;
I'm a senior don't throw me away;
I'm telling you I'm history and I'm a part of God's glory wanna hear, come here;
Come here and sit down, I sit in a chair can hardly rise or go anywhere;
You see me and you stare I drive slow you begin to cuss and swear;
I won't do you ill;
I won't act like you will;
I'll take you today......
But I won't, I will NOT THROW YOU AWAY
Dedicated to all Gods people's 60 years of age to 100 years
Thank you for your wisdom, thank you for your life. . .
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. July 6 2015©
For the book Poetry to Bridge Generations University Of Nebraska at Omaha 2015©
This poem also found in 2020 POETRY SOUP BOOK:." PS: IT'S POETRY A BRILLIANT POETRY ANTHOLOGY"
Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty warms up our heart.
TV’s Bonanza, Rawhide, Twilight Zone,
and The Untouchables all get their start.
That F104C flies higher still,
the show ‘Rocky and his Friends’ is unveiled.
Marx Brother’s are no longer on TV,
the first ‘Barbie’ dolls are ready for sale.
Vince Lombardi takes over the Packers,
the Cardinals trade just one player for nine.
Tom Landry starts to coach for the Cowboys,
in about 30 years he will resign.
Boston Celtics score one seventy three,
Candlestick Park is now Bayview’s new name.
One-forty-eight straight then Yogi errors,
Boston Red Sox last race barrier team.
Food stamps help to fill our hungry bellies,
a new design for the pennies tail end.
The Dalai Lama has to leave China,
Al Ginsberg’s “Lyseric Acid” is penned.
Hawaii becomes state number fifty,
Japanese Americans freed once more.
Russia shows us the far side of the moon,
America wants to even the score.
No one knows why they played two All Star games,
least they sent someone to the Hall of Fame.
The AFL is the new football league,
Eddie Lubanski bowls two perfect games.
Oklahoma’s prohibition is done,
Soviets to invade Afghanistan.
Able and Baker leave orbit and back,
and NASA announces their moon trip plan.
SR.N1 is the first flying ship,
Lady Chatterley’s Lover is now banned.
Planet 9 from Outer Space aptly named,
as the world’s ‘worst film’ and then it gets canned.
The discovery of Zinj means humans,
had lived at least two million years ago.
Ike bounces his message off of the moon,
we hear that Kookie can lend us his comb.
Hendrix buys his first electric guitar,
he only plays one gig and then gets fired.
Bob Dylan graduates from his high school,
and he is beginning to be inspired.
There’s a growing sense that things are changing,
people can’t quite put their finger on it.
In Wakenda I’m clinging to my mom,
and my diapers keep filling with ‘not spit’.
I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago
(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering these skinny legs.
The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside at five below
so without further here I go
rattling off gibberish as common Joe
King cole, a merry old soul...
dirt poor, hence without any dough
to embellish endeavor as literary pro,
who also sought to catch eye of Mister Perdue
(yea him of agribusiness fame)
to sacrifice self for New Year's barbecue.
Yours truly repurposed courtesy rigged
easy to assemble cannibalistic spit
with large fig leaf covering puny naughty bit
meekly (née willingly) surrendered
matter of fact, I paid with bitcoin chit
recognized latest currency
ever since legal tender easily susceptible
and oftimes confused as counterfeit
money forged, smelted, and hammered
linkedin with pendulum that swung within pit.
Thus analogous to
Five Chinese brothers immune
yours truly constituted more'n one secret boon
such fiery flames (hot enough
to melt like molten rock)
could harm not a hair
of one *****sapien baboon
matter fact simian in question could become swell
think hot air balloon
allowing, enabling and providing me quick escape
national anthem playing as most popular tune,
a capella, I simultaneous croon
as hot embers snap, pop, and crackle
token human crisply cooking
taking place at high noon
despite the most ferocious typhoon,
no worry, I defy being drowned
survival skills inherited sophisticated protozoan
symbiotic eukaryotes since time immemorial
livingsocial within tight quarters
with not mushroom
to maneuver - oh... hold on,
cuz I will be done lame
reasonable rhyme really soon
ah... just about done
getting cooked the color maroon.
We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow
lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief
ill gotten gain abuse of power narrating our very
existence we knew full well death would follow
going into hostage situations my wearing wires
on my womb was the fetus alive had there been
prenatal care non existence actually being a
confidential human source for the federal bureau
of investigations in America a family of six a daunting
task to be erased aborted soon after the currency
arrived saving only the habitual murderers it seems
witness protection for the arson murderers assasins
hitmen hired to end life the Sammy the bulls
the Calabrese willing to rat out the mere crime
bosses of bosses where women infants
and children vanishes at the Metra trains all aboard
Kenilworth my mind focused on Bozo the clown
The Ray Raynor show WGN broadcasting from Kenilworth
Illinois who are we when the conductor screams
watch your step my thoughts were can you hear my fetus
heart beat can you tell the difference between my heart beat
and the fetus heart beat do you have kids do you think
the sound from the wires is harming my baby amazing
going deep inside hostage situations twenty two cities
from Chicago to north Chicago stopping briefly in lake bluff
train station to install the wires I'm broken I'm scared
I have to swallow fear I have to go on and finish this
retched job bringing corruption organized crime to justice
funny today no it never really ends these bullies lie in
waiting to extort even your American poetry your mental
health journal for gain while you double up on your
survival skills while Klonopin is a safe haven a sanctuary
between therapy sessions prayer is a constant reminder
in many languages last stop poetry central station
keep writing dear we will get through this
31Fabels
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Charlexes Fabels
Androidone
This poem is about me the JesusFreak Charlaxandroidoneseven.
Homeless scrounge a little better than a thief my legacy is poetry as eye leave
this world behind to go on to JESUS Heaven eye write and leave behind some
thoughtful insights of this life. Snail mail was nice. She afforded me the bus ride
that makes the life so much better than the walking endless walking always late
no one is talking anymore of sending me my latter day relief. All my websites is
always free my poetry is added in the hopes that gentile readers everywhere can
see the JESUS freak in mee.
As eye ride the bus eye see into the futyre it is bleak there is nothing saved no
money towers castles laundered pines nothing will outlast the fire.
Money is not god only in this lifetime did the eye even afford to use some eye
cannot repay my source it all comes to me from GOD. You and yew and ewe and
even eue too cannot repay the LORD. Bread and corn and silver too no he did not
ever promise all of that to you but Abraham my father had some GOLD and so
does the Charlax told a heart is given me in love she knoes just how much eye
try to endeavor in my eye to give her love. Food Reported just TODAY there is
some popped corn in a bag and eye am wearing brand new jeans again that
makes THREE pants for layers but BOZO iz not jealous eye look just okay and
very nice today I'm eating bread no wine sober is the man in love iff she is
reading this one see her smile it is enought for love to win the time to return to
heart to make her remember love. We have the same heart in the same place in
the same body and when she smiles at me the world turns right side up and
upside down. Nothing is perfect and nothing is without problems but ewe she is
perfectly in mine.
eye am cutting all my fabels in the halve this is part one
Zoomanity
Ponderous pretense
blindsiding any ability to cope, to hope, the
fabric of reality gropes, worn
Torn, promises shredding like swilly alibis
Hoovers and fakers
backing into their mangled apocalypse,
can only stammer and stare
Movers and shakers denying the twofers mindset, all those
simulated regrets getting the glares
The fear beneath the surface acting out
All about doubling down on doubt
Broken blather can only whine retractions and balk,
gasp and gawk
Ignorance dumpstering its future for lack of strictures
Not a pretty picture
Hard to know what’s going on behind those diverted eyes
Easy to see what’s not shown, it’s what they deny
An oil-disaster mindset weaseling the obvious proof
A top-stories attitude optioning the truth
What the…attacking the ethnic other
What the…an extreme economy that will not recover
What the…going with all those conflicted druthers
Bankster logic bloats and swells, smirks “That’s tough.”
Yea, that’s the stuff—duck and dive, staying alive, rim the ride
Why won’t these wings glide?
Racists winking at the camera and stammering alibis
Second Amendmenters rationalizing the right
of under-privileged children to die
Politicians and their Bozo-moves never thinking they should be accused
Marriages turning on each other—feeling used—not on each other’s side
Denial as pride
And the next boyband is out there selling the hook to their next happening hit
Happy TV people hustling the newest perfect It
Rightwing media smears jonesing all the well-rehearsed lies
Wondering why they draw flies
Immigration sorrows finding no shelter as the cartels fill mass graves
Who will be saved?
If all is vanity, is
still believing in Justice a sort of insanity?
Moving on to the next calamity
Not a clue,
Zoomanity
Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming
Despite brisk temperatures today lo
mein October fifth
two thousand nineteen y'know,
where exhalation generates
puff 'o air to flow
after taking analogous
drag on fiery cigarette slow -
Autumn weather
brought coveted respite
to torpid hazy, hot, humid conditions
just... like... a mere
four days ago,
ye best not be wary nay -
and put figurative guard down no
including y'all fellow Earthlings -
don't get smug
though morning hath bro
kin quite chilly, ah refreshing
moost definitely worth crow
wing about, I supp prose
"FAKE" king poe
wit like... yours
truly haps tubby up pro
believe me you,
suffocating heat did slow
ability to conjure e'en feeble attempt
to craft higglety pigglety
measly, satisfactory flow
'o words - yea right haint
gonna get no dough
tis exhilarating regarding average Joe
cur biden his time at least
till 20/20 election - whoa
thirteen months from now
hoop fully trumpeting bozo
will be defeated, cuz he ain't
dune planet earth any good
actually his dynastic aspirations
undermine biological cargo,
and affect mooch mo'
harm as he blithely axes
environmental protections with his so
so who cares attitude
will inevitably spell grow
task compromising future
courtesy boomerang yoyo
effect told me by dodo
bird chimney sweeper sallow
faced bummer resembling Frodo
overwhelmed with
deplorable wretched status quo
hither and yon to and fro
he doth frantically go
across terrestrial firmament, in toto
sacrilegious, malicious, egregious...
abominable primate shady hue
man oh man now tis time I cue
somber tune from oboe
entirely constructed and linkedin
with a little help courtesy lego
set now at poe wits end
this soon tubby extinct bonobo
doth bid thee adieu.
Stormzy you aint the dogs Boris
you're just a rapper with a forest
and I promise honest son
the strongest grow an amazon
you're just a woodchuck not Norris
a man should woodchuck Boris
shouting chuck the government
undoubtedly just another chump
and it may seem very drastic
the geriatric made you plastic
because your stature factors
obtainable manufactured
that's factual
you ain't urban raw
more corporate tool.
why are you so frustrated
you made it now tagged to politics
marketing tricks get you rich
from hits you pitch to poor kids
urban representative unscented
do mentally subtracted
hoodie youths attract to this
political track diss
war the Tories with your poor peeps
they buy more your beats
talk about honesty
obvious marketing
tagged on to politics
masses see you exist
hear your hits and make you rich
you're like Tories
growing pockets fill
play poor need more
logics ill.
powerless to a long diss
like Austin Powers piss
grow your roughage
of awful I'm audacious
got pages to go all day Cuz
on your low brow go at BoJo
without mojo what a bozo
then label makers at the Guardian
the Labour paper for retarded men
report our nations a place
where racism takes place
I'll confront you straight to the face
you are racist mate works both ways
stupidity you're chatting
shouting victim
but the cause it happens
don't rally crews through false pretence
they harm and face sentence
justification accepts consequence
make sense bruv,
you gotta stage
you talk to these people
inciting them evil,
you're an idiot with it,
don't group and bigot
powers yours use it there will be unity,
I diss insult but end usefully
I write it down you do too
no race just paper me and you
*Cuz - cousin
BoJo - Boris Johnson
Bring out the red balloons
and the dancing baboons
get that water slide ready
‘n’ where’s Tim’s old teddy
someone turn the music up
who pissed in my tea cup!
put those gifts right here
thank you Mary, my dear
****!, look at the spaghetti
it’s all covered in confetti
it’s ok we have plenty more
Billy get of the dirty floor
um, have you got the lollies
‘n’ the cars and the dollies
someone change her nappy
think it’s getting a bit crappy
Jimmy don’t pull her hair
now go and sit over there!
time to get out the bar-b-que
go ‘n’ get the meat will you?
Maureen please don’t cry
you just got to give it a try
hooray! here comes grandpa
in his brand new motorcar
blow your nose please Joey
go and play with little Zoe
ah! here is the pack of steak
did Aunty Jean bring the cake?
wow! many have come today
lots of happy little faces, i say
where’s all the plastic cutlery
oh yes, over there i can see
arrrgh! a mean rubber snake!
you’d scared me master Jake
better go and turn of that tap
whew! already wanting a nap
get me a orange soft drink
there’s Betty, pretty in pink
oh dear, got a bit of a mess
upon my brand new dress
did Larry chain up the dog
hey kid, get of that dirty log!
who’s lost their purple shoe
and who left out this glue?
He’s not deaf, Jenny Peal
he’s a gnome, he’s not real
got to have eyes everywhere
over here, here and over there
now that was not very nice
you say sorry to Sally, Bryce
let all those streamers down
mm, where’s that Bozo clown?
i see arriving now some others
Wendy and her three brothers
time to get on with excitement
all the kids are full of enjoyment
c’mon let’s get on with the fun
being happy under the warm sun
YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!