Long Children Poems
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self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle,
or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath
juiced whiling away
the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february
twenty second, nah scared to take a bath.
The Process (is a Process All Its Own)
eye up ply applies
to brain storming with zest to whit
barn storming across das plains of google
to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee
with smart poetic dip pose zit
tool loom hen ate interior darkness
where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido
otherwise known as perdition,
especially Native American
linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter
pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine,
The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win
Pork Pie Hat predicated on FengShui yang and yin
force fields property aligned creates A Special Place
predominantly filled with A Dark Matter
only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark
and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories
helpful to down with a chaser
viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories
Ideally red (red) in The Night Room,
where an unsuspected parvenu
absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl
housing Magic Terror, but interestingly
one must ask - Isn't It Romantic?
Via the perspective Looking Back
feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or
and Mrs. God innocent looking people
yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club
burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose
fragrance or melancholy Ghosts
resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon
invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation
Where spirits flit to and fro
throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors
and games without frontiers
this...a millennial Mystery
unlike the generic Ghost Story,
the main anti protagonist and/or
pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko
who calls The Juniper Tree home
especially eerie Under Venus
provoking Wild Animals
to run berserk at lightspeed
en masse Black Sabbath
bestirs cries and whispers
proto, pseudo psychedelic
quint essence ova thermocouple
holo graphic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland
explicit formula generating happy interacial Marriages
nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe
especially, If You Could See Me Now!
Not own dream, weak bones and falling fleash.
Leaving my younghood to a place of weakness and spinelessness.
It was like yesterday i became a man,today
an old man leaving a lot of competitions and risks Now i have become an experience narrator of past glory.
Now i sleep and dream on how to narrate my past glory to children
This handsome skin falling like a bull dog saliva.
Hair running backward afraid to face challenges.
Teeth falling down like walls of Jericho.
Sickness attacking the old skin like Legion.
Old age is the beginning of death.
So i did catch a lot of fun in my youthful days,
which makes me professor of past glory.
The comming out of gray hair is like the wheat planted with the tears.
The unpleasant voice is as loud as an ant while speaking.
The weaken eyes is an esclipe of the big star to the earth.
Is there any glory in getting old?
One day this body will become a debt
to the maggot that will suck into it.
The fly that will follow it into the darkhall,
will regreat and shed tears.
It's gonna be a good day
Cause God has made it
It's gonna be a grand ole day
Jesus has said it, God has created bliss
The birds a praising and singing
tweeting-tweets and chirping halleluiah's
The birds a praising and singing
It's gonna be a grand ole day
Jesus has said it, God has created bliss
Cause God has made it
It's gonna be a good day
Children dancing playing and prancing
With one moment of obedient
God also created these little darlings
All the children dancing and singing
It's gonna be a good day
4/26/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
America care about your children, your family, your land, your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America has cared for many, has lost many, continues to care for many, yet has failed to take care of its own.
America is like a business, like a clan, like a passed-down vine that has grown and learned, and continues to grow with each new season.
America care for your children, your family, your land your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America care for your freedom, freedom to grow, freedom to learn, freedom to be free and many more ways that make us proud to be American.
End the genocide of America and care about your American family, send the others that hate America to the place that makes them happy.
God gave us freedom, God is freedom and love and many other positive things that we love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In the village that where my life burrow
In the fields, I roam and play
In Catholic School, my knowledge grow
Through experience, I mature in bay
Coconut trees adorns the house
Luscious grasses floods in clause
Flowers of white, pink & red invites
To anyone who passes, it entice
Familiar persons halts and talk
A wink, a wave or a little distance walk
Shared by youth, couple and folks
Freely caring, not effacing a hulk
Children roam and run
Everyone seem having fun
Under the warmth of the sun
As if a goddess span her wand
Turning a regular day to a special one
Everyone will try to welcome
It must be! It must be!
This should be a wonderful realm
By: olive_eloi
5:44pm
01/08/2014
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"... Hush, a gentle sound Silently sings of the moon
Tender, calming night."
~ From the web
Hush! The baby is sleeping
Hush! The shadows are creeping
Hush! See all the light has fled
Hush! It's time to go to bed
Hush! The stars are in the skies
Hush! It's time to rest your eyes
Hush! Let dreams come comfort you
Hush! My child, don't peekaboo
Hush! My children are sleeping
Hush! The night wind is sweeping
Hush! The moonlamp is glowing
Hush! To dreamland I'm going
Hush! This pause of rest is sweet
Hush! Hear the owls hoot and greet
Hush! Hush! Silvery moonlight
Hush! Hush! Kiss me now good night
25th February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - H words" contest
Topic: Hush
And were brutally murdered,
Why would my name be in no newspaper?
No picture of me, on TV, no none at all.
Unless, I were a horrid criminal, only then
Would it be …for sure, wall to wall.
Over six hundred of us in Chicago this year,
Met the Grim Reaper.
From infants, to grandparents, why are we
all invisible to your peepers?
Nobody from DC ever comes flying for photo-ops,
We just keep voting them in office, for hundreds
of years?
But let a human die, not of my color?
Pictures all over the media and newspaper
covers!
Our skin may be dark, but we eat, talk
walk and have families, too.
We are Americans just like you.
Our hearts beat the same as yours, my sister and brother.
We are God’s children too, and are the same color inside
As yours, not any other!
I thought we we were an equal part of humanity.
To dismiss us, is sheer depravity!
The great liberal media is outspoken for us.
Except~when we are killed, we are ignored…
Like a piece of meaningless dust!
7-5-2022
~4~
Oak hill park, we love your beauty you bestow to us,
Your tall strong oak trees give us shelter in the sun,
And provide endless beautiful color in the fall.
Oak hill park, you give us a healthy, safe, picturesque, endless area of mother natures yard in which we can play with our children, splash pad to cool us in the hot days of summer, the sounds of children laughing, smiles all around, do you hear their carefree voices?
Oak Hill Park, we appreciate your bounty of nature, your beauty in the fall, the sight of snow on your tall trees in the winter, is breathtaking for sure. You promote healthy living, with lush green grass, we love your smells, your trees blowing in the wind.
Mother Natures beauty is all around us, we are so proud of all our parks.
("Blue Egg In Red Sea", 2020, original oil)
Person Non-Grata
Call me old-fashioned,
but I’m glad my mother was a woman.
I’m glad about a lot of things actually,
the little things in life
like a stable marriage, well adjusted children
a good education and something tenuous
yet pervasive enough to take for granted;
the Rule of Law.
So many things to be grateful for
(as I write this on a laptop, in a warm, well lit
comfortably secure home).
And yet, the reality is
if I say these things
all but a few frown, or nervously look away
wondering who might overhear
the heretic ranting on his soap-box
tainting by association
all the pleasures of a modern life
better left taken for granted
and appreciated in private
as the world continues to turn
looking for the next
person non-grata to burn.
(1/19/24)
Africa is the extreme nirvana of the world
She gives us beauty in the form of beasts
And joyful children whom we see on no other continents
Lions, giraffes and hippopotamus to name a few
Africa is a proud woman. She lives her truth.
She makes no apologies for her wildness,
Because it is her strength and her fortitude.
She is a survivor, of typhoid, AIDS and other things
Africa is the ultimate gift to the world.
We cannot go anywhere else and experience this many dialects
This many smiles, this many hands of friendship.
The African nations are unique, and golden; a reflection of love.