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I APPRECIATE YOU
You are so swift
Across my life you always want to drift
Each time I try to up my game,
You showed the bottom and left me with no option that to apportion blame
You make my tears wet my smiles
When I go through my memory's files
For as I page through , I embrace joy as I bump into your enemy
Alas, as I flick further, I find you consistently
I appreciate you though
For you help me mature and grow
You strengthen my bone and give me wings of confidence
And I soar and rise above you with resilience
You irk when you knock on my door
But you can come and wage war
For without you I have no will to cross a barrier
You make me bitter but I appreciate you Failure.
Would we be intelligent if we didn't wear clothes,
could intelligence evolve if we were exposed,
would it be our brain or another organ that grows,
good eyesight no sense and instinctively drove
all animals are naked
why do we fake it
concentrate longer
and more is created
God gave us fur
now we wax it off
that creates pervs
but isn't skin soft
we put on our clothes as if it's our nature
evolving intelligence to be the top creature
but walk through the wild and bump into a lion,
our intelligence looks stupid, there is no denying
You can't fight, you can't climb, you can't run,
that lion will get you and yummy yum yum
but we evolved thinking and get one last thought,
"I wish I was clever enough not to get caught"
I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!
It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!
I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!
" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey,
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "
I used to dwell on
The past,
A lot,
As if it was cast
In stone,
I had fallen in love at first sight,
As had he.
That wonderous night,
I had found Mr. Right,
We danced and danced
Till late,
To be together was
Our fate,
We exchanged numbers,
The disco was closing down,
We were the last to leave,
He knew how I felt,
I wore my heart on my sleeve,
The next day I knew how he felt
Two dozen red roses with a card,
I love you.
We were involved in a whirlwind
Romance
Per chance,
We would get married.
No not yet, it was not our time
At this point in this rhyme.
I got married to someone else,
So did he,
I gave birth to a wonderful
Little boy
As did he and his wife
I had heard,
But would have preferred
To not have been told this news,
It made me sad
It sounded so final
That he was a dad,
But truthfully, for him
I was glad.
I will never forget the beard,
He sported,
His vivid, good- looking face
Never felt blurred.
I did bump into him one day,
We went for coffee, right or wrong,
He felt the same as me,
This was the present, we had to face,
Our folly that we did not get married
Many years ago.
There we were,
Sitting eye to eye,
My tummy in knots
I cannot tell a lie.
Four more long years went by,
I was by now divorced
2 years later A friend
Who always gave me the news
Told me He was also divorced,
Oh golly gee,
What pray tell me,
Happens now.
Three years later, from the
Love of my life, I get a call,
He asked me out
Enthusiastically I agreed
No doubt.
It took him three weeks to propose,
We got married 6 months later.
I did say at the beginning,
That it was our fate,
However long it took, although
Things did happen in time, a little late.
So, two adults hopelessly in love
And two teenage boys,
Started a new family,
I love to hear
Happily, together forever
And ever.
THE END.
You know I'm just a lonely man
Walking down this here loney road
Lonely Street and as I walked past many fine women
Many fine foxes all walking in line
Straightened around I turn the corner
Dodging brothers, them militant brothers blazing about time Looking for a woman to put on the streets
Then it hit me thinking about you darling
You and I passed love affair
Sonic heartedly and blinded by the memories
Of you and I bump into this wonderful woman
This lady who's the matched curves vents and wrapped Around her body like the oceans waves
Her beauty that of a nightingale
What you are
Lord have mercy I pray this woman
I keep at bale
Couldn't match your ways
Right then darling I thought of you over the pain
And the grief right and I remember just where I was just where I am
I remember our last love affair
I remember it as if you were still there
Two people making love
Do you remember
The kissing booth and holding of hands
The melting and collaborating about minds
The taste of sweet honey from your lips
The warm and tender children we had plans two after marriage
Your now
And always be mine
You're an angel
She's an angel my, my, my girl
My world she is my angel
Girl you brought joy to my heart
Security a loving home
And family never no, no, no misery
A private phone
For when you want to be alone
Queen size bed
For you sleeping with all the tapestry and trappings
All this love and affection
Is just to give you protection
The man who will trade you in
Love your friend, came home all the time late
And you're asking him
Where he's been
Well I know it's not my mother
I know it's not my mother
And I know it's not my sister
And I know it's not my sister
She's not his lady no not that his woman
A white streak from the sky
A question to your lover why
If you left her would she cry
She's not a magician nor a clown or miracle worker
She's not some kind of backstabber
He's trying to put you down
Nevertheless I found she's an angel
She's an angel
She's an angel, yeah she's an angel
6/17/70
Written words by James Edward Lee 1970. 2020
I suppose since time immemorial - Dads have provided tutorial,
Doing their best to strive - To teach their kids how to drive.
Though Dads were never all that keen - Kids pestered him once a teen,
To drive the old family sedan - To get a license as soon as they can!
Noah no doubt taught son Ham - To steer the Ark for his driver's exam.
Even with practice in this and that - He managed to bump into Mount Ararat!
Roman lads were shown how to steer - By Papa the fearless charioteer.
How Papa cried, "Oh, mama mia!" - As son raced up and down the via!
When the horse and buggy became the rage - Junior was quick to engage,
Pa into showing him all the glitches - To avoid upsetting in the ditches!
Then along came the Model-T Ford - With all the latest gadgets aboard.
Son crowed that he could drive - He hit a sturdy oak - he's lucky to be alive!
Today with more stringent rules - Driver's education is offered in schools.
But to ensure they're taught the rudiments - And other basic elements,
Dads with tight jaws drive around town - Trying to get their kid to slow down,
Dads suffer through driving sessions - Trying to stifle their kid's agressions!
Pa looses lots of colorful speech - As Junior brakes to a smoking screech.
His head meets the windshield - Thinking his fate is surely sealed!
Dad tries to regain his composure - He's had enough of this exposure!
But he recalls with a grim smile - "As a kid neither was I all that versatile!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 4 in Debbie Guzzi's "The Rhyme Inside" Contest - March 2011
This room does not remember me.
Even when I pull the drapes
the bright sky
seems surprised by my alien eyes.
Some overlong nights
can unhinge you from time and place.
I have been ill,
the nightstand rattles with medications
and the bed is in recovery mode.
This walled-in dwelling
dwells apart from me,
it reluctantly makes way
for my substance
offering only a partial reality.
Who walks now
into my awakening space
as if they owned the place?
My familiarity is missing.
I am reflecting;
my thoughts flutter over a glass mind
as I piece together a history.
Perhaps I will explain myself later,
or by chance bump into my life,
meeting it again after lost years
astonished by how much this 'me'
has changed.
The tentative steps you take
is that of a baby learning to walk
you feel your way around
bumping into things
half swearing,
when you bump into a chair
you can’t remember that chair
being in that particular place
the sounds you hear paint a
vivid picture in your head
but since that day everything
is shrouded in black
you call to mind those pink roses
and the purple petals you use to smell,
it brings a smile to your face
you still dream in color even though
your sight has been taken away
you paint your day in every color
that’s on offer on your palette
you draw your strength from the fact that
you are still alive and
the fact that others were not so lucky…
The panda bear is cute but also shy.
So have you ever stopped to wonder why?
It goes back to that time in history
when all God’s creatures sailed upon the sea!
Old Noah built an Ark, which two by two
each kind of animal was led into.
A pair of pandas got put in the middle
of that boat! But pandas are not little!
The pandas, since they could not move about,
would sometimes bump into some creature’s snout.
Poor Mrs. Panda had no privacy
and felt too flustered when she had to pee!
Poor Mr. Panda, lost his wife’s affection,
and sadly afterwards, lost his ********.
The pandas, once they got off of the Ark,
were somehow able to regain their spark.
They ended up in China, learning to
“get it on again” and eat bamboo!
But now they face extinction once again,
thanks this time to crimes of modern men.
Everything is now against the norm.
Forced together, pandas can’t perform.
Such failure, like it was in Noah’s day,
must just be part of Panda’s DNA.
Let’s hope that we’ll be hearing very soon
the pandas being told to ‘get a room!”
This was originally meant for some Noah's Ark contest
that never got judged. So here it is now for YOU, PD!!
No one understands you, not even you yourself.
Trapped in a cage that only you can see
The combination lock rusted shut since
You gambled away the secret numbers for some fairy dust . . . and a handful of beans.
I can't hate you for it, it is your cancer
You didn't ask for it, never wanted it, but it's yours, and so it is mine.
You can't escape those invisible bars and I can't avoid them!
I bump into them at every turn, until I am exhausted, bruised and defeated.
Sometimes you tell me that you are getting better.
You know this because you have more room to move within the boundaries of your cage.
At those times I am sad, because you cannot see the truth.
You have more room because you are shrinking -- the cage is as confiningly sturdy as ever.
You are sick, but we all suffer the consequences of your disease.
None of us can live until you choose to show your cage to those who can help.
You claim you hate your disease and its shackles,
But we are in the straight jackets wishing for release -- even death.
I love you. I hate your disease.
I love seeing the real you, but that is fading away.
I long for you to have a quality life, one without that cursed cage of fear
But until you open the door, neither of us will be free.
Written 2/24/2016
Edited for contest 11/28/2018