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Oh my gosh where is the sun
It’s cold as North Pole today
My nose runs this is no fun
They’re calling for sleet they say
I drank myself a peach hot tea
It was warm traveling down
My throat so cold with chilly feet
Abandoning my errands in town
Was gonna go grocery shop
But cancel that today buddy
Venture outside I will not
Slow cooker beans in the cubby
Days like this I feel for kids
Walking to school even if delayed
For Old Man Winter has a trick
Throwing frozen fog in the way
Please watch out for the buses
School kids will be crossing the street
Jack Frost talks and he cusses
If you ever had frost bitten feet
I’m a North Carolina native lady
Deep in the Bible Belt
Hoping that all stay warm and maybe
You can visit after the melt
Worldly or other worldly medical possessive pronouns
Dance fire glow orange on white but darkened ceilings.
Frozen water per-cusses and abuses shaped glass structures.
Hand to mouth is how the birds eat.
Hand to foot disease spreads like children’s nursery rhymes
In the fresh cut school lawns sandy and littered
With hate speech and disproportioned waxed figures.
The future seems so neat and well groomed
Until the elastic wears thin and fragile from the old man’s knee socks.
Try and you will succeed if all is said and done.
Children that smell like children in hot bowls
With silver monkey spoons and did I mention all of that wax?
Forever forgive.
For with each pressure applied to muscle memory.
I spill life on life on life and it confuses to eat my life until all is devoured and useless.
Grip soft and sure so baby birds purr and prose
All of the variable positions a nest has to hope and offer.
Much for the price you unpaid in full.
Eagle feathers tickle but only in a different and unusual sort of fashion accessory.
Go ahead and let the accusations fly or soar above mountains high,
Snowy and white with cookie dough.
The breeze catches me urging me backwards into you.
The scribbles resemble the renaissance of old
And bushy stars that glimmer cold in the night time dinner plate.
The wax melts. Then what?
Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups.
Booze-hounds doze
over imaginary throbbing bikes,
their noses tucked into studded chests.
A thick thighed woman whoops
and cusses for no apparent reason,
adjusts her rocking bar-stool,
squirms while cajoling with a low-cut.
“Give her a long slow screw”,
mumbles a gray bearded angel with a leery wink.
Beside him, edged into oily leather, his wing man
strategizes some hasty unzipping.
Later, hid in the dirty light — he just might
if she waits for him outside by a wall
one leg lifted.
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FYI
“A long slow comfortable screw against a wall,” is a cocktail:
ice
1 part vodka
1 part sloe gin
1 part Southern Comfort
orange juice, as needed
1 part Galliano.
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He was a lyricist
Who wrote his words down on toilet paper, paper towels, or torn up cardboard boxes
Just jotting down writing on anything that’s lying around
Always had/has pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
While working a job making $ 9.85 an hour
All his friends said you should try out on American Idol
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
Never frowning, never sad
I never seen or saw my uncle mad
Always writning something down
A poem a songwriter..
Hee’s my uncle Ja maz’ a poet few knew it(nobody knows it)
Has tools hardly uses it, uses them
Neither rhyme nor reason oft times self-indulgence
Never reluctant to share his verses
Never cusses nor curses
Writes in print while riding horses
Is a lyricist most often poetic
Dreams in color while shopping at the mall
Always a pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting down somethin just inspired
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
While working a job making $ 9.85 an hour
All his friends said you should try out on American Idol
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
Never frowning, never sad
I never seen or saw my uncle mad
He’s my Unckle Ja’maz
Written words & arranged music by JaMaz Rseel Drawde Semaj 2015, 2019©
From anthology “Unckle Ja’maz a deadication to Jamela Jenkins”
I saw him standing there acting as if he doesn't care
I saw him standing there with eyes open wide and
a countenance that is filled with pride, I wasn't sure
what to do whether to wait or to go through the gate
But his venom was spreading in the square
long before the multitude got there
Anger start bursting from your lips
And he was getting into a fit, and when
He learns that I was leading his heart suddenly
start bleeding and he got into a temper tantrum,
luckily the doctor was around to give him a valium
to calm his nerves, he cusses and swore and storm off the
air, with a microphone in his hand and anger starts engulfing
the land, but I was just in time to subdue him
And bind up the evil spirit that was raging in him
Anger has burst through his soul and there was
nothing pleasant to behold, I gave him a glass of water
and the music starts to play and something
came over him and he starts to sing, he was falling in love
again, and the color of his eyes suddenly changed
his knees start to get weak, and he was breathing very deep
Someone came from backstage and dance with him as the music play, He
took that person by the hand and walk upstage and glance at the
crowd for the last time and said, "I am going away" and the sound of the
ambulance start bellowing in the background
The sentiment of the heart was with him from the start
but anger consume him and sucks it all away.