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BABU NI SHUJAA WANGU GRAND PA MY HERO- -
Grandpa’s hands were withered, they did shake;
But he held me anyway;
Grandpa’s voice crackle and breaks, but he calls me every day;
>Grandpa’s arthritic knees hurt, but he got down on them to pray
And I say
Did I say
el abuelo es mi héroe;
Grand pa’s e is my hero;
el abuelo es mi héroe;
Grand pa’s e is my hero;
And I say a yo a na na..
Na na a b aba
babu ni shujaa wangu
babu ni shujaa wangu
Grandpa’s skin was all dried out;
Grandpa’s was all so tired;
But yet he’d always made time to play with me;
Grandpa’s still has his car a 1967 Cougar;
He’d roll down his windows while driving shoutin “All ya need to praise the Lord”
Alleluia
>Grandpa’s arthritic knees hurt, but he got down on them to pray
And I say
Did I say
el abuelo es mi héroe;
Grand pa’s e is my hero;
el abuelo es mi héroe;
Grand pa’s e is my hero;
And I say a yo a na na..
Na na a b aba
babu ni shujaa wangu
babu ni shujaa wangu
Grand pa got sick, his greatest wish
Was to be buried by Grand ma
Before he died he said don’t cried
I’m going back home to be by God’s side
>Grandpa’s arthritic knees hurt, but he got down on them to pray
And I say
Did I say
el abuelo es mi héroe;
Grand pa’s e is my hero;
el abuelo es mi héroe;
Grand pa’s e is my hero;
And I say a yo a na na..
Na na a b aba
babu ni shujaa wangu
babu ni shujaa wangu Halleluiah, Halleluiah oh! glory have mercy
Hallelujah
4/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
There are no butterflies as yesterday at eve, no birds that sing only quiet ease
Is it too early? Have I arisen before they? Where are the feeders, on the nest far away?
Have they left for a far country to spend the short winter's day?
Where are the ones that entertain me? I am distrubed today...
Maybe I should explore more carefully to see what has happened in the yard..
Is there a cougar or a bobcat? Or housecat that fear arouse....
How can I make it without my lovely friends?
I will have to buy some storebought and try to fence them in..
Maybe they will come later or what if not at all...
I will be sad and lonely with no friends at my call...
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The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my ten, please read and rejoice
In alphabetical order, these ten you may have heard
If you know the tunes, please sing along to the words
If I ever win the lottery, I shall book the Carnegie Hall
And invite all the Soupers to sing and have a ball
AC/DC, from the album "Let There Be Rock"
"Whole Lotta Rosie" with whom Bon Scott defrocked
Black Sabbath, from the album of the same name
Black Sabbath being the track, tolling bells in the falling rain
Deep Purple, with "Made in Japan" from the year 1972
"Smoke on the Water" resonates, Montreaux through and through
Ferry, Bryan, a Geordie, "Another Time, Another Place"
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" his voice in wonderful grace
Mellencamp, John Cougar, awesome with "The Golden Jubilee"
"Hot Dogs And Hamburgers" taking an Indian girls liberty
Pink Floyd, with their always inspirational "The Dark Side Of the Moon"
"Time" simply out of this world, eventually where we all go soon
Queen, Rock's Royalty, Queen II is the album for me
"Father to Son" to my father, I have grown up to be like he
Rush, the Canadian three piece, "Moving Pictures" from Toronto they are
"Red Barchetta" of Italian design, a gorgeous sleek sports car
Thin Lizzy, with their 1978 "Live and Dangerous" tour
"Emerald" with Gorham and Robertson, twin guitarists so pure
UFO - with their classic "Strangers in the Night"
"Love To Love" what a ballad, the Rock bands just get them so right
Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar;
big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor;
father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger
that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer
straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher;
butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her;
slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to a blurred
flying fur on shriek tour that dog crashed with claws bore;
clawed dog wailed and bailed, dragging tail out wee dog
door where he ran to distance pain until a looper
stopped his scooter – close by was one giant cougar;
too pooped to care, tired dog flopped right then and
right there; dog closed eyes, cougar cleared throat, then
croaked, ‘Hey, Lassie, are you insanely blind to cougar
claw lugers?’; dog moaned, ‘A quick cougar corker beats
home murder.’
animal control in the form of two men were shutting down the beach
There was a cougar watching from a giant rock, they wanted people safe
Many of the beachcombers ran toward the rock with cell phones
Wanting to take a “selfie” with the cougar
Did they think there was safety in numbers?
If one jumped out of an airplane without a chute would they have all done it?
The game wardens looked at each other, wondering what was happening/
Had common sense been replaced by mob mentality?
The cougar showed his teeth, and growled.
Delighting the idiotic crowd of onlookers.
Some were dumb enough to clap.
Incensing him.
As my lovers screams my heart always shatter.
Eye's turned red holding back crystal's of a spatter.
As she is willing to never listen to reason.
Always defensive thinking of a treason.
As the full moon rise then the gravity pulls.
Crashing waves of high tide the hatefulness unfolds.
The Illumination of the moonlight sparks do shine.
As lovers greed we eventually start grinding.
Like the magic cougar when I stalk my pray.
Soon there will be nothing for me to love away.
Confusion in my head always needing to be free.
The only way out is my personal poetry.
Sex and fantasy has always been overrated.
When fantasy comes it is always has been forsaken.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Yes, he thought – her body shaped
Just like he’d dreamed in his wildest fantasies,
The shape of love, the shape so graceful,
Silhouette flowing over the mind,
Erasing the doubts he’d had when he chased her –
Eager to know the thoughts behind
Such a pretty, pretty girl – one who’d become
His heart’s aim, the end to all his games,
The feeling so alive, like a shadow in his mind
Burning away all the darkness with light
Reflecting the beauty that she was, truly
Beautiful – inside and out, he believed her to be
The girl of his dreams, his future wife –
Yes, he thought – but then he married the beauty,
Attracted by how she looked in her bikini,
He reckoned her to be the love of his best dreams,
The one who’d last, the piece of forever –
Still beside him, still together long after the years
Had given them their worst fears, feelings
Alive with tears – silencing their younger dreams,
Making a way for them to see past the earlier times
Into the music that played so they’d find…
A future full of inspiration, insight and imagination,
A future filled with grace and hope, love that goes
On forever, always inviting, always deciding…
This is the way it is meant to be, this is beyond heart
Felt reasoning – this is the meaning of victory,
But…
She left him when he turned fifty – for the lively
And energetic fella who first gave her a second look,
From his body of twenty five, his promise to survive
Beyond her doubts and dreams, beyond the music
That played, revealing to the husband she’d left behind
This is the cougar who redefines the meaning of mid life
Crisis – the meaning of reevaluating life to find…
Her bikini has made it through the marriage
But her heart has never changed its mind…
She is still the child inside, never maturing so she might
Love someone who is older than fifty – sigh….
He loved her so, but she had to go – the cougar inside
Decided it was time!
Canaigre a leafy buckwheat
right here in the high desert!
Drive an hour, hike an hour,
find some shade, sit in dirt.
Identify plants, photograph rocks.
Raven and scrub jay.
Coleogyne and cercocarpus,
single-leaf ash and squawbush.
What else have I seen?
Juniper, the source of all penumbra.
The rift that took the river eons to carve,
caves for cougar and Anasazi.
The sand and soil are Mars red,
iron oxides deposited by ocean
200 to 20 million years ago.
That’s nuthin compared to the wind in my head!
Meanwhile it’s Spring back east,
geopolitical and existential dramas
perdure without surcease,
our quince has blossomed and slumbered.
Joint-fir, ephedra, arid
sagebrush and rabbitbrush.
But juniper berries stay
nuclear blue-green!
when she left her house she was running
not as fast as a cougar, but swift for a two-legged
she wanted to get away and think
in order to do that, she had to leave the electronics behind
her husband’s television sets were on twenty-four, seven.
There were eight of them.
prairie had an amazing wind today; you knew you were in Kansas.
she knew she needed to change her life
where would she go? when would she leave?
no time like today, right now, her heart said.
she felt refreshed, cleansed, appreciated by the wind.
she sat; her hair whipping around her like a weak spider’s legs.
she began to plot
to plan
to scheme
to imagine
to visualize
but then she heard her baby’s cry
so she wandered back, into the land of the non-thinking.
There came into town a gun deadly and frightening,
a gun quicker than lightening,
fastest gun you've seen.
It was the gun in the hand of Steel-Eyed Kid Shelleen.
Just one look at him would confirm every rumor.
Kid was wild as a cougar,
proud and fierce and mean.
There was no man who was tougher than Steel-Eyed Kid Shelleen.
He had the eyes of a killer
and looks like the devil.
The look of a killer.
The look of the devil.
The face of a killer.
That man was the devil,
just wild and ornery and mean.
Kid Shelleen, the fastest gun you've ever seen.
Kid Shelleen died in Poughkeepsie
from an overdose of whiskey.