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TESTIMONY OF A TEEN COURTSHIP TURNED TO AN ADULT MARRIED COUPLE
You came into my life some years ago
We were teens mustn't lust but there it was;
But love and trust witness;
You held your own, said you'd be mine,
if I just attend church praise the Lord with you as a couple;
Was the first time we met;
Puppylove it wasn't;
I came to pick up my cousin from your job, you both work there;
I sat in front of you in a office chair, I just stared;
Yeah!! that's odd, being goo-goo eyed on your job;
Was the week of June 8th;
You were 18 I was 17
I said that's all you want, that's it then: AMEN;
I had low self-esteem though no one would love me;
I thought every girl want someone more handsome,worldly powerful;
I'm average looking, stained yellow teeth, short in stature bunion feet;
All I could promise you is faithful;
All I can do is try;
I'm not that strong, handsome muscular guy;
Just I faithful;
And two years later we were engaged;
A total of three years we got married;
I won't share my body with no other one;
Don't like pain and shots or diseases,yet more spiritually;
I want to live on and long;
Intercoarse NOT that good to burn in hell for eternity;
So let's do it right;
Wed in Holy Matrimony;
Yes, sew is good but it's great, greatest with God's standards;
All I could promise you is faithful;
All I can do is try;
I'm not that strong, handsome muscular guy;
Just I faithful;
Yes I AM a sinner, yet I'm saved by grace;
Please allow me to reverence this;
Just know that I am...
Believe in me for I am faithful;
10/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
the back of burke lived mick dundee
the story went he was bitten by a croc and became an amputee
they took him all the way to the big smoke
but the folks there could never understand him when he spoke
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mulga bill
said "i can ride a bike from here to brazil"
the folks from eaglehawk laughed at the sight
when into the water bill and bike took flight
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once a aussie yobbo named pete
who only wore thongs on his feet
a bunion grew on his toes
and a red wart on his nose
over were his days at the beach
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there once was a jackaroo
who went by the name of blue
work all day in the sun
at night he`d have much fun
when his brain got too much CO2
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*mulga bill-based on poem muga bills bicycle by banjo patterson
*eaglehawk was a town outside of bendigo, victoria-australia, but now a suburb of bendigo
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*aussie slang interpretations:
yobbo-unruly young person
jackaroo-a young man working on a sheep or cattle station
thongs-flip-flops
back of burke-remote area/outback
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Jan 26 is Australia Day-to all Aussies, happy Oz day
Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two heavenly bodies most exotic phases of union.
On those, mesmerizing venerated nights, the new moon and the wolf moon in juxtaposition,
supercede the perceived notion of eclipses; when the earth's shadow devours the pearly moon, its unparalleled companion!
Contrary to the credence, they recline and mingle, into one in secret paranormal amalgamation!
At that spectacular moment, the blood of the luna oozes, turns scarlet,
and the venerated Full Moon turns into Blood Moon in unison:
when the earth's umbra covers the moon in its arms, passionately to hide pains of her bunion!
They have clandestine agreement, beyond the mortal comprehension to fathom their cabalistic union!
Although, once in a blue moon, even the cynical corporals,
turn fortunate to witness the epochal communion!
Deluded and hypnotised, they come out with their finite, shallow persuasions!
Even waning, the luna in all her immaculate purity, maneuvers the blue planet, her matchless companion
in various alluring phases, in exuberant magnificent manifestations!
Those rarest phases in rotation connotes their cryptic indulgences in culmination!
The momentum of the earth-moon collision forms curious rarefied condensation,
causes in its beloved's bosom, the tidal ridges, the ebb and flow, a unique phenomenon!
When the luna grows from New Moon to Waxing Crescent, whispering the earth to cast its beams for illumination
in diverse evolving phases from Crescent, First Quarter Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, Waning Crescent to the New Moon,
both the celestial- bodies embrace each other
in variant robes of orientations!
Their hide and seek, merging enigma, provokes the lunatics for musing bardic explorations;
as once in a blue moon merges the peerless pens to extol,
the unfathomed metamorphosis of earth-luna's metaphysical communion!
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They do the swing and sling dance someone said
About my friend Charlotte and her buddy Ted
It is the Lindy Hop, and it is looks rather wild
They asked me to try it, but I am a non-dancing child
I used to love to dance and kick and twist and shout
But a torn ACL and injured leg bone had struck me out
Now I barely skip, never hop, and sometimes limp along
After becoming my age, my body has yelled “this is wrong!”
I have arthritis in my ankles, so how could I swirl?
A bunion on my foot would not help me in a whirl.
Here is my advice, young woman, and young man too.
Do all the living you can while your body keeps up with you.
Of WHAT USE ARE FINGERS TO HANDS THAT ONLY UNDERSTAND MITTENS
I have a bunion and an ingrown toe nail;
I’m a blind man wearing glasses and I can’t find them;
My hair is so short that I am bald;
My spine so straight I am tall;
I have a four year old who keeps shaking his fist at his sister;
And it’s cold and snowing my question is;
Of what use are fingers to hands that only understand mittens;
And what’s the use in cooking dinner in the kitchen;
When we don’t know how to fry chicken livers;
12/17/22 2022©
For Of What Use Are Gloves to Fingers That Only Understand Mittens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Reflection - The Fragrance of Grace
Mail order catalogs seem to have the ability to procreate in my mailbox. Just when I think I have rendered them infertile they give birth to multiple sets of quintuplets right under my nose as if by magic fertilization! And, of course, I have to examine these newborn opportunities to raid my bank account just to make sure I haven’t missed some article of clothing or thing I can’t possibly live without for the survival of sanity and my eternal happiness. They are like new spring leaves!
spring sprouts in new leaves
boughs sport jackets of light green ~
chartreuse convention
A new arrival from a New England country store pictured a garden of stately purple iris that immediately grabbed my hand and took me on a ride back into my grandmother’s iris garden with delicate, yet eloquent, perfume wafting from silky petaled garden royalty.
Each page was an adventurous journey through my childhood reminiscing about miracle wrinkle erasing creams, magic bunion healers and kitchen gadgets long declared useless by technology. But, one page made me stop, drop and drool - perfumes. No nascent scents but old friends looking at me from glossy pages bringing to mind the women who gave my life definition – the Royal Secret of my grandmother; Bellodgia and Gardenia of my favorite aunts; Tigress of my tigress mother and Blue Grass, a Kentucky meadow perfume of my teens.
These remarkable women straddled fleeing decades, crushing depressions, cataclysmic world wars often suffering the unthinkable loss of infants, children, husbands, siblings and miscarriages. Yet, through their signature scents, they taught me about thanksgiving in tragedy, faith in grieving and the irrepressible iron will to live in the fragrance of grace.
harlequin bouquets
fragrance of flower’s essence ~
sunlight washed gardens
4-21-21
Contest: Moments of Reflections
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Got wrinkles on my hands
Been there then that
Got nowhere else to go
And nothing less to show
Got bunion on my feet
Been walking them there streets
Corns rubbing gainst my shoes
I've done paid my dues
Went from Selma to Washington
Mr. Man got me on the run
My soul cries out for freedom
Got old feet, crows feet
Got toe nails like a knife
Just short of being rip up and sliced
My socks are worn holey and torn
And nothing less to sow, been walkin fer miles
Done already raised my child
Is married and just me and my wife on the road
Walkin them there streets
Holes burning in my shoes
Got plenty to eat
Toe jam tween my toes
Nothing good as those
Gonna walk it off walk a mile
I've done paid my dues
Make 38 cents and hour cleaning Mr. Cheney's toilets
Been down so long been prayed up and on
I've don there paid my dues
Got nothing more to lose got old feet
Got old feet
07/06/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology 2015 UNO Poetry to Bridge Generations"
B C 25 ooo FLATFOOT ROADSTER 700 Sold by Solid ROCK MOTORS
Took 77 years to get this technology;
A brillant automotive prodigy;
Floored imparted, technical passages;
Thrown in free extra peticures and foot massages;
Two foot-ten toed manned-powered...
Hard callis bunion brakes stops ya;
Hundered year waranty;
Across roads shoes not needed guarantee;
On the streets goes from “0” to “30”;
Don't look up, close your mouth, watch out for the birdies;
Easy on gas! Just flatulence if when coasting down hills gets dirty;
Priced just right! 4 holes in the floor;
Framed animal skins for doors;
To stop, N break putting on breaks place your feet so;
Drag you must;
Stop you shall, running in place have you'll go;
Racing, leaving others around you in dust;
1,000,000 BC Fred owned original still no rust;
The very first Fred Flintstone's auto a 25,ooo B C FLATFOOT ROADSTER 700
Sold by Solid ROCK MOTORS car runs like poetry in motion;
YABA DADBA DO!!!
FOR CONTEST: Poetry In Motion
SPONCERED BY:
3/1/18,
2018©
Poison onion rings;
Bunion on a sling;
Rustic carriage bolts;
Shoe string eating, antelopes;
what's the matter
what's the matter
whose ya mad at, son;
what's the matter;
what's the matter;
whose ya mad at, son;
when it all settles, when the feet hit the dust;(this ole earth)
and the horizon falls from the skies. . .
it's on, it's on it's all a matter of
it's all a matter of dawn;
the Matters of dawn
Cankered bison crying;
While dancing under the heated son;
My cousin from Missouri says he's only seen black squirrels in Nebraska;
No one comes this town in the dawn;
Catch phrase of the 1970's was, What's going on, going on;
and the horizon falls from the skies...
it's on, it's on it's all the matter of
it's on, it's on it's all a matter of
it's all the matter of dawn;
the Matters of dawn
what's the matter;
whose the matter;
what's the matter;
whose ya mad at son;
what's the matter;
don't be a hater;
lift up your arms, your hands, your head up to the skies;
rejoice in the creator, for He made ya;
and for this ya need to be grateful;'
it's all
yes! YA
it's all matters of the dawn
AMERICA AND MY CHILDREN ARE DISPLACING ME---
must I die
said the elderly man
must I cry
says the elder woman
what wrongs have I done
to be treated as such
America treats me like an unwanted shoe
Like a bunion that needs to be cut off, shaved
Pluck me out of surroundings ship me off
No time for me because your job and your own children
mistreated
unappreciated
misguided
subsided
abused and recused
unaccepted neglected
make check myself
sell my home, my house
basically telling me to git lost
place me a nursing home
haaa!! been grown be 4 U was born
now your torn lock me up throw the key away
Come visit me every other holiday
Life savings, home car sold just enough money
To pay the nursing home bill for about 2 months and 3 years
Now falling down
Taking my car keys
Cloddish veins, headaches, hypertension, diabetes
Are not my greatest fears
My greatest fear is America and my Children have just locked me up
America you've thrown me away
Help me Lord
your servant Mr. and Mrs. Elderly
America treats me like an unwanted shoe
Like a bunion that needs to cut off, shave
Pluck me out of surroundings ship me off
No time for me because your job and your own children
Living NO dying in America
what wrongs have I done
to be treated as such
must I die
said the elderly man
must I cry
says the elder woman
Pluck me out of surroundings ship me off
No time for me because your job and your own children
mistreated
unappreciated
misguided
subsided
abused and rescued
unaccepted neglected
make check myself
sell my home, my house
basically telling me to git lost
America you've thrown me away
Help me Lord
your servant Mr. and Mrs. Elderly
America and my children placing me a nursing home
12/9/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018