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I have a darling kitten I call Mozart
We cannot stand to be apart
We play games similar to go fish and lawn dart
Then I paint canvases with colourful kitty art
Every so often I manage to tiptoe and depart
Sometimes slipping away for a coffee and a tart
But for my kitty I’ll order tuna à la carte
And when I return with a bag from the mart
Mozart, you know what’s coming you’re so smart
Mozart, you hide and seek in my laundry cart
Leave paw prints when I spread out any chart
You are fluffy and cuddly and love to play the part
You have the cutest whiskers and the biggest lionheart
You’ll forever be my adorable little Sweetheart
But please tell me, wherever did you learn to fart?
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Hey, brother what’s goin on, like man wha’t happin, it’s what it is man;
Nothin, much Joe. Man it’s the world today man;
It’s what not happenin in this cruel cold cut world man…
What is it, what it is the problems of the peoples today;
It it to much talkin (it’s to much talkin) and not enough walkin;
But there is one man who knows where it’s at;
One man, brother now lay down your guns, your hat;
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda;
This man over there with his gray flannel suit;
He’s over there with hiz mouth talkN trash laughN jivin thinkN he’s real cute;
And take that sister over there, yeah man I mean yea she’s cute and fine;
But she’s always wastin up some brothers money and talkin nothN all the time
Little dark beloved African Love Child
Talkin bout, talkin bout you know what
Ahunda
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda;
But hey, Bobby take that dude standing around;
While everybody’s talkin bout Ahunda he’s just doesn’t hear a sound;
Bad action, shy talkin dark handsome man;
He’s got a better plan Peace and save the Land…
He’s the cutest of them all and he’s very, very tall;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
Now run tell that he knows where it’s at;
Born in America his mama was an African;
Talkin bout Ahunda, talkin bout Ahunda;
Talkin bout Ahunda, talkin bout Ahunda;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
Soon to be a Chieftain of his native tribe when he becomes a man
Talkin bout, talkin bout Ahunda
Say now brothers watch this cat’s sure is clean;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
He walks like talks like an inhuman cat;
He’s the badest Mother I’ve ever seen;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©1971, 2019
12/27/71
She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown.
In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores,
She galloped and gleamed like grated brass.
Time’s grim cankers fell on the rarefied feast
Of the cutest eye ever cast on envious glass.
If as a reincarnated phoenix's her gone grin
Could twirl and morph into its erstwhile arc,
She’d anon repulse her timing nemesis’ sin,
And give her faded glories an eternal spark.
Bereft of that fairy fowl's sheen-saving magic,
She’d to inevitably brave decay's stoic scythe.
Merry rhyme sung her sweet charms to mimic
Faded to ethers wherein dead beauties writhe.
No looker who her earth-blemished visage espies,
Can know she was the fairest star in kindlier skies.
It was a very strange scene and
First experience in this world
Eyes were tight close at the time
I was Zero
To feel and enjoy nothing.
What could I do
The enemy of happiness (doctor) patted
To wake up from deep sleep
Made an innocent baby cry to say something.
Why should I see?
What should I see?
Whom should I look for?
Even before thinking about it
People took baby in their laps
Neither is it in my heart
Nor according my mind
They named me
To make their own.
Observed strange world
Strange people in same coat
I was thirsty for knowledge
So didn't say anything for a year
Merciless fate taught
To make and break
Friendship, relationship
Mud houses , mud carts etcetera
With the cutest dolls.
Years passed
Now baby became young
To watch the World's Fair
As strange as born
Among mean people
To search for loved ones.
Examination was going on
To find a same shape in
Natural or artificial beauty
All in his mind carefully.
What should I buy?
Why should I buy?
Who should I buy for?
I came here empty handed
To go empty handed
Absent minded I roamed their
Like the moon in the stary sky
Without knowing the reality of destination
To achieve, to live and to go along.
Cutest prattles of children I adore
Are now the loudest cries I bear
Oh, No! The grieves of these abandoned souls
The worst sounds I have ever heard
Mesmerizing songs of endemic birds I carried
have become a threatening alarm now
Migratory birds missed the way to their hometown
Endemic ones sense no way at all to escape
Minerals accumulated river
is now of blood spilling over
Obnoxious odour it is,
I couldn't carry further...
Daily prayers and chants I hear
have turned into laments with fear
Thrumming thunder drums I bring
turned out to be the horrible skirmishes
Two military factions strictly crafting their plans
Echoing the sounds of huge bombs and gunfires
Reigned over their people by creating boundaries
Unfortunately, this unbiased breeze is same for all
Amidst this tormenting situation, I still try to thrive
to be a solacing breath to the struggling souls out there
If not, I would have become a windstorm
and ruined the entire place certainly
21-Oct -2023
I met you all of a sudden,
At a time when I had no one.
No one who could feel the inner me,
No one who could comprehend the outer me.
It was your ribbon that grabbed my attention,
Your innocent eyes spoke more that anything you could mention,
The cutest sweet smile that you always wore,
Is that one thing about you that I will always adore.
We shared the same bench,
The same way back from school,
Sometimes indulged in endless talks,
Not willing to take steps back for home walks.
A night lover met a day dreamer,
A Karate blue belt met a dancer,
An introvert met an ambivert,
But at the end you met an exceptionally crazy creature.
I was at times wrong with you,
And at an instance you needed me too.
I even grew self-centred perhaps,
But you were there for me always.
The best and most loyal friend,
Was the one I was searching for,
And since I am blessed with you here,
I'll cherish you in my life forever.
Three adorable kittens sleeping in my room,
Glistening like diamonds by the rays of the moon,
The cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life,
I really like to hold them in my arms tonight.
So quite that they lay on the rug peacefully,
Even the night celebrating its moments magically,
The gust of wind blowing at the beautiful creatures,
They are moving softly to share each other’s fur
The colors of the night like a lovely spotlight,
Pouring them with love for my own delight,
My sweet little kittens in a soft golden rug,
You are a blessing to me by our Almighty God.
February 26, 2013
For Leonora’s Contest
3rd Place Winner
Walking downtown streets of Asheville
I could hear drums in the white wind
Despite being deserted I feel a thrill
Of creative energy hoping to thrive again
The shops full of unique crafts and goods
With store workers seemingly bored
Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood
But evidence of roots still in stores
Helene had come through full steam
Wiping away many quaint little places
Despite that people here still dream
Need for hurricane relief etched in faces
I picked up the cutest jewelry at Noir
Was impressed by the design and symbol
The artist had breast cancer, a star
Who designs shine in times not simple
And the drumming was the shop above
That sold music coffee and specialty gifts
Three men playing drums with love
Giving ambiance and silver souls a lift
I can say I survived Hurricane Hugo
And I have some sense of their loss
But we had more support than they do
If you can shop online or visit help their cause
Can you please teach Josie how to crochet?
I was surprised, and scared.
I have not crocheted for over fifty years.
But I remembered how to do it.
So I brought crochet hooks, and my daughter bought yarn
I figured my eleven-year-old granddaughter would tire of it fast.
She got on U-tube, and crocheted herself the cutest white cap
in one single day!
So today, a day later, I decided to show her how to knit.
I was not able to remember how.
Watched some videos, but was confused with circular knitting needles.
So my daughter bought some old-fashioned straight needles.
The second I saw them I remembered how to knit.
She is knitting herself a blanket while I type this.
Amazing! I am thrilled to say she may learn embroidery tomorrow.
Embroidering is my favorite craft.
OUR HOUSE OUR HOME
All my years I have been a sensitive soul,
But life throws curved balls- things take their toll,
However, if I’m handled with a touch of magic
And kindness,
I look upon this approach as being priceless!
I’m having a hard time adjusting,
I need you to be bursting
With understanding,
For my re-adjusting!
A huge house, built on almost
An acre,
My garden which I tenderly landscaped,
To be left behind, is a true shaker,
To my very core, I prayed to Our Maker
To guide me and hold both my hands,
He always supports me and by me stands,
I hear Him whispering to me,
Be brave, soon it will all come to be!
I suddenly see a vision of my wonderful Dad,
Who has always been my guardian angel,
In life,
During happy times and strife,
And with his dying breath,
Moments before his death,
Said, I could face anything that crossed
My path,
Handle challenges thoughtfully, carefully,
He quietly said, with a token of mirth.
He knew that I would always try my best,
And that God would help me with the rest!
Now settled in the cosiest, cutest of homes,
With A small fairy like garden, brought my
Favorite pots and even our garden gnomes!