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The goblins were getting the house ready for Halloween night
They had placed their creaks and crevices with sounds of fright.
The jack-o-lanterns were lit, glowing with eerie all-knowing smiles.
The trick-or-treaters would be coming to the porch with big smiles.
The witches had made a potion that would give them a scare.
The gargoyles were in their places, puffing up in the night air.
October thirty-first had never been more compellingly eerie.
This house especially was deemed spookiest by Mrs. McLeery.
She had brought her children last year and left decidedly fast.
After a poltergeist hit her with a Dracula bite and a blast.
Our house was haunted by much worse than mere ghosts.
To many spiritual entities and demons we were the hosts.
You never knew when you stepped foot on our creaky old porch
Whether you would get a face of kerosene or merely a blouse scorch.
We did not know either, we were mere goblins and such.
But we do know a lost girl has been twenty years alive in our hutch.
There are weird things happening on this night of all devilish nights.
We see so many frights, and treacherously weird sights upon sights.
It is Halloween, so sit back and relax and stay home if you are scared.
Because this is the night for children to be quartered and pared.
neat!
so long
so bouncy
so active
so bouncy
so kind
begin
long!
so kind
big, dynamic, keen
big, dynamic, agile
big, tenacious, large
big, tenacious, large
big, light, tenacious
big, humble, perennial
big, tenacious, minute
big, tenacious, minute
big, dynamic, perennial
long all generous long
hands all generous long
legs all generous about
a leg ever so active still
a legs ever so active cause
a begin decidedly active hands-on
very active big, light, mean long! the
dynamical forks waddling, smoothly quite white
nimble legs, straight workforce, benevolent policies
long, agile legs, keen workforce, benevolent policies
dynamic legs, cool men, prodigal policies
ever so lively pegs waddling, smoothly
energetic pegs waddling, smoothly
dynamic, humble, resilient
A man with a mission in land afar
To take his faith, become a star
And show the Afrikan the straight and narrow
Highlight slavery and end its sorrow
From Scottish gray town he did hail
And joined the child force in the mill
To work long hours and even school
Learn religion and science, that was cool
The paternal impact was very strong
Religious roots and sense of wrong
To reflect his own childhood labor
And equate it with that in Africa
Impelled to seek trade routes there
And rid slave trade ones, that was fair
To map the Nile, new places to search
And quit mission ties with the kirk
Missing for six years, his absence felt
To find lost Dave, Stanley’s intent
Robbed, humiliated and four years sick
Livingston’s adventure was not quite so slick
Stanley found him by a lake
It was the doctor, no mistake
The only white for miles around
There was David safe and sound
No need for Stanley’s assumption
Nor the teeniest bit of presumption
Stanley’s request for him to return
Was refused and decidedly spurned
Africa was his lifetime’s vision
Conversion and discovery, his mission
Africa’s greatest missionary remained
With only one convert to his name
His convert Sechel was taught to read
Then translate the Bible for his tribe
But continued with polygamy
Completely rejecting monogamy
Livingstone succumbed to malaria
As well as a bad dose of dysentry
He died of African agues, that’s all
His heart removed interred in soil
His remains transferred to English land
A hero’s welcome and burial grand
But heart affirmed in African ground
His name forever there renowned
Jake was trying not to think of kittens, or fluffy tailed cats.
He’d been dreaming of them since he’d seen one in the salt flats.
His wife wanted a dog, but cats were the creatures for him.
He knew their chances for an agreement were decidedly slim.
Not cats, not cats, not cats, he chanted, as he walked to work.
Someone in a luxury car nearly ran him down. The big jerk!
He saw them on stoops, behind garbage cans, and one near a tree.
Altogether that morning he counted six hundred and three.
One who understood omens and clear signs from Alaska, Gnome,
Jake wondered what would happen if one followed him home.
He was whistling big now, singing “Cat Baby Don’t You Cry”
When he happened to hear a loud sorry meow way up in the sky.
What to his wandering blue non-looking-cat-eyes should appear?
But a fluffy beautiful minx cat whose brown eyes were full of fear.
He told her to jump, but she was way too fearful to comply.
So he bought a ladder that reached nearly up to the sky.
He got up there and got that cat, saving its life.
It did not appreciate it nor want to go home to his wife.
Then he tried to take the ladder back to get his money.
But they refused to take it, so he took that home to his honey.
In my Dreams
I dreamed in my dreams that I could sing
That folk would find it worth listening
I saw myself standing on a stage
Below bright spotlighting glistening.
With diamanté mike in my hand
And fans all wildly, madly cheering
I was in splendour of happiness
And hoping that the world was hearing.
Sadly when my song came to an end
I found a silence was descending
I believed I’d receive loud applause
Truth was brutally condescending.
I asked the Lord above what went wrong
He said that I wasn’t meant for singing
Tears slid down alike a mountain stream
And my poor tortured heart was stinging.
So I never sang a song again
But in my dreams I was still wishing
That I would be on the stage again
But then, the wistful voice was missing.
Though I had always dreamt I could sing
Singing decidedly isn’t my thing.
*+*+*+*
2nd June 2023
Lo, falls
bouncy leaves very tall
autumn waving, rapidly
rather dirty soaring waving mighty time
for fall tree blue, gray, black
gay winged, color rapidly
vivid wind waving,color rapidly
its rich waving, rapidly
its brawn waving, rapidly offset
reds hue, dynamic, dull time soaring
blue, great, light orange contraband
decidedly pale falls a runner
contraband !
yellow, gray, orange
red, brown dynamic, dull
beautiful base runner
dungarees beautiful
base runner soaring
quite grey my people
the night my friend
bouncy quite big
so active so active
bouncy a runner
dirty offset
time dirty
for for
we time
we we
run fall now winter
12/22/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Standing in a garden on the edge of a ridge
Pissing out of the wine of the night
The sea below looks to be grumbling
But the party is still louder than that
The Heavens above may be burning
Yet she's back there holding my hat
If she saw me here in my manhood
There would be two dances more to be had
But she's too busy with a mild maiden
Judging my shadow, my words, and this song
I wish I had a memory to cling onto
Instead of my wit which is decidedly gone
There's a roundabout of gentlemen wild
Drinking all in sight that's left to be sunk
My lady stands glimmering below light-bulbs
Strung lower than my standards tonight
Though luck has made me a winner
Tonight I can't bare to get into this fight
It would be me, myself and an umpire
Judging my swings against my blows
Now I'd usually have myself done for
But her skin has arrested my fists
And opened they hold out my heaviness
Like schoolboys caught, or tramps to the blind
I could shoot myself here by the bandstand
And sit dying in a pool of my piss and blood
I ain't ready for love and its yelling
Its burning sensations and welcoming arms
No give me a chance at the brutal
Give me another go at the dolls
Don't hold out this angel and torture
Don't make me a martyr tonight
My reputable repertoire of near misses
Is staked though the fix in the game
She dealt me a night of clean aces
But I've been fishing and soon lose it all
She eyes me like land from open sea
But this old crow want to nest and forget
My black feathers they aught to be stretching
Flying east to dawn with a dove
That I could steal from her beak some olives
And make a crown of peace to depart
My last drink I drink has me spilling
All my needs the length of a woman
Let this fool be wrapped in her wiles
My glass shatters to diamonds and shards
Best cut your feet in this garden of Eden
And step hard to forget her somehow
Redding Poem 2
"Sacramento River WordScape"
These descendent waters swim like mad lagoon fish,
Heading decidedly south with a fiery mindless turn,
Their cool liquid urgencies reaching to all sides enticing
The bosomy turning earth and its pectoral indecencies,
With an impotent power unknown to anyone alive now,
As watery signatures knife their way into the crestfallen sand bars,
Adrift in an ambiguous undertow of death-marked reticences;
Swimming and floating lazily as a red lily floats downstream,
Enveloped cooly in blue clarity, absorbed by diamond sureness,
These arching trees lapping inward the reeking salmon atoms,
As rippling currents of heaving hands and wild bone sneezes,
Salvage the unsalvageable, and a solitary blue bird
Jiggling a crimson ring, as it bobs upon its ascended perch.
[Written as a sort of sea shanty style thing-a-me-Bob. Tin Fish = Torpedo]
When the tin fish hit me starboard I was thrown into the sea
I sank down to the ocean bed for all eternity
I met a man called Davy Jones who handed me a key
I opened up his locker just to see what I might see
But then I sensed my captain who came drifting up to me
He gazed upon the locker with some curiosity
I looked into the locker and was quite surprised to see
A brandy for my captain and another one for me
We drank the brandy down and then my captain looked at me
He said do you feel squiffy and I said, ‘Decidedly’
I sprouted extra legs and then I hollered frantically
It seems that Davy Jones has made an octopus of me
But then I saw a mermaid and she winked suggestively
Strangely she was right there where the captain used to be
And then it dawned upon me that the mermaid once was he
The captain sure was pretty now, but too much man for me
He still had all his ‘tackle’ which was pointing straight at me
I quickly crossed my legs - all eight - but then I couldn’t flee
The captains mast was raised and he intended it for me
I tried to swim for freedom as I screamed hysterically
And then I felt my shoulder being shaken frantically
The naval doctor said I wasn't drowning in the sea
The medic blamed my diet and he made me this decree
Don’t have cheese for supper or much later than your tea
Baseball player, a childhood dream;
Clearly seen was the chosen team.
Accounting , decidedly a plan "B".
A journalist was acceptable plan "C".
It's vague sometimes what we will be.
May we never be left hanging up a tree
Without a plan, a stand, or even a desire.
May there reside in each of us a God given fire
To love HIM, becoming like Him, belonging to Him.
Between God and us, pursuing such is a sacred bond.
With Him, we can execute the assigned mission.
Whether the call is preaching, teaching, or administration,
There is fulfillment when we make the decision
To surrender to the call and receive the consecration.