Long Drum Poems
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My dad wasn't a tall dad
He was a loud dad to me
When he spoke
Up to Heaven struck
He was a loud dad to me
My dad the Earthly one
I had
Was a short short man
He was only five foot five
Oh, but what he lacked in statue
His voice climbed up to the rafters
My dad had a voice like thunder
People would duck their heads and wonder
He was a proud man
He was yet a humble man
Never ever would he mumble and
You'd understood every word
He would say and
When he spoke children stopped
He was a giant with his mouth
If you want order
Then you call on my father
He speaks with a voice like thunder
Children stop and ponder
Birds would go in their nest of the trees
Afraid of the wave of Mister Lee
What storms strong hypnotic eyes
With stern hypnotic eyes
Wasn't very tall nor wise
Had only a sixth grade education
In his teens he join the Navy
Thunderous voice of a just littleman
We so now thank you for your service
If you were his child, you're
Going to be in the house before the street light shine
Oh, you hear the voice
the Roar of thunder
Sound like a bass drum or guitar
He would make you wonder
When you turn around and see him
His voice was firm and strong, loud
my dad wasn't a tall man
He was a strong disciplinarian
A loud voicetress man
He wasn't with a tall dad
He was a loud dad to me
HUSBAND IN HOT SOUP
For twenty years of nearly happy married life
He heard the harping voice of high decibel wife
And in the process lost half of his hearing sense
The other half now gets tense in wife’s presence.
He would not start any conversation never
Over the years the ears have become clever
They have learnt to save the strained drums
From the cracking sound of wife’s vocal drum.
She once asked him to buy a kilo of tiny potato
He rushed to shop bought a bag of ripe tomato
When he found himself in a bowl of hot soup
The failed ears silently fanned his head nonstop.
February 26, 2018
WIZARD
Me being the host arranged party
in haunted log house.
Crystal -eyed crooked cat
chased macro mouse.
On wooden window wandering
whining wizard lizard
Me worried, scared in
chaos, hassle hazard.
On charcoal turquoise sullen night
vicious vampire to whimper
Crocodile screamed with tears,
venomous viper wished to whisper.
From stinky lantana flower
drowsy dinosaur sucking honey.
Halloween queen witty witch
playing tricks with money.
Dreadful Octopus displaying
tentacles twisting slight
Black widow started spinning
holding octopus tight.
New born unicorn washing horn
with unique mud soap.
Dragons playing tug of war
taking python as rope.
Ringing jingle bells came
owls and hawks in flocks.
Vultures ate drumsticks
beating drum sitting on rocks.
Weird kids of ghost busy in carving
and blood-coloring pumpkin.
All became quiet silent as
howling wolf yelled and jumped in.
11/09/18
War is this prism of hell
You remove the gray and the gold
The soldier that learn how to kill
You remind us of the sublime and the surreal
War is the smell of maggots and flies
Flesh and blood in front of your eyes
This battle mirrors between power and greed
War painted faces and scorched battlefields
War, you steady beat your drum
This shadow of peace and fear
War shall never ask to die
War increase your doubts and fears
Imagine a world without the ancient sun
War is that poison, we all drink from this well
Lay down your weapons and bring peace inside
War shall survive or war shall never ask to die
The trees, the holly
the pine scent and folly?
What’s this season all about? Is it joy?
the sales, gifts or newest toy?
What is this anger all about?
causing folks to curse, stress, shout
When one excludes the name of names,
you say their different causing shame?
What is our culture all about,
religious people scream, shout?
Sane people all are going mad,
this event should make us glad!
When did our fellow man decide
other people should go, run, hide?
We have forgot, left meaning there
we threaten, fight, hate, don’t share!
How is it we have come
so far from the little drummers drum?
To offer peace on earth, good will
t’ward men, we fight, scold, and kill!
How did we get so far away
from where that precious baby lay?
Where the magi once brought their gifts
from the point where angelic voices lifts?
From lowly sheperds humble pleas
to see the king of kings once please
To give them hope and lo once more
tell all people shore to shore!
We now have hope, love, grace,
among us in a dark and lonely place!
Love came upon the earth that day
sad it now seems so very far away
But we can reclaim, get it back!
Our Lord was put upon that rack
to save us from ourselves you see
to walk the shores of Galilee
He knew someday we would try to kill
the loving-kindness only he instills
he walked intently up the hill
to show his love for us is still.
In a dark and lonely place
He gave to us his saving grace!
So when we tread shopping malls,
we get mad at traffic stalls
Remember why we All are here
'twas him who gave us lasting cheer
Don’t try to force his love you see
He shares that gift with you and me
Think about the manger and the hay
think about this holy day
and why he was born in Bethlehem
and why he is coming back again!
Sitting on the porch, a chill breeze caresses my face
as storm birds fly, seeking the shelter of a dry place.
Along the lake shore, trees sway to Nature's tune
the music she arranged for Ra, the sun and Luna Moon.
Threatening clouds grow weary of hovering in the sky.
Needing to spill their rain, they start racing swiftly by.
Now, the day is dreary and nearly as dark as night,
but gloomy weather repletes my heart with delight.
Autumn's rain soothes my soul with gentle showers.
Silver pearls fall to quench the thirst of petaled flowers.
It's the nurturing they need to bloom and survive.
Rainy days energize my spirit and make me feel alive.
I hear a symphony playing, dueling against the wind.
Loud percussion instruments but I'm not chagrined.
Lightning bolts are batons, waved in rhythmic time.
Thunder plays a snare drum, and the impact is sublime.
A chorus of crickets chirp and ribbits bellow from a frog.
In baritone voice he croaks while sitting perched on a log.
In the drizzle there's a melodic concert, and I sing along
to rain pattering on the roof in a perfect rainy-day song.
November 10, 2022
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Samuel Woodruff was a very old man, who once drummed for the army;
That marched to his rhythmic music, along with all fifers, playing hearty.
That was a lifetime ago, in dawn days so pink, golden, and richly green;
Like petal strewn time moving backward, to the premiere, pivotal scene.
Samuel never stopped playing drums, like mulberry heartbeats of sunset,
And played them after his daily walks; like the love you will never forget.
His fast friend, Comet, followed him, through fields of fascination flowers;
As he made up ditties to match the beat, of the flaming, futuristic hours.
Of faithful family, Sam had none, but for his fond, faddish sister, Pauline;
Who felt every fandangle pulse of summer, like allure on the silver screen.
Sam lived in the house of memories, of past and present changing places;
Where often rolling thunder was noted, like apricot roses, in cream vases.
Starlight snuck in windows, on a street that never seemed to say goodbye;
As sophisticated moon adored supper music, of redbirds, next to ebon sky.
Neighbor children noticed Sam's ditties, and often trailed behind to listen,
To each verse of nostalgia, featuring him. They loved all the fun repetition!
'Mad dog skullcaps' were running amok, when black-eyed Susans, sparkled;
And bright daffodils recalled Narcissus, when magenta butterflies, startled.
'Cupid's dart' flowers were hitting the mark, working magic in love potions;
While chrysanthemums spread the 'truth,' in vivid colors, of every emotion.
Samuel was heading home, one weekend day, and a huge crowd followed;
Comprised of both children and adults, like pretty colors, sunset swallowed.
The people sang along and clapped with Sam, to the song so easy to learn,
As Sam played his drum to the march, elated with sweet memory's return!
Many years have gone since then, and though Samuel's no longer around,
Folks still march while singing his song; as violets spring from the ground.
'This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb,
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.'
Time.. goes drifting by.
Dazed I wonder why.
I started my trip so long ago.
Nothing left to show.
What do you know
Got lost along the way.
What my words failed to say.
What my actions failed to show.
I know.
My heart.... Beats like a broken drum.
Has an out of beat strum.
Sounds kinda dumb.
I don't know why.
I don't remember how to cry.
Like raindrops falling from the sky.
Sometimes drowning in a sea of pain.
I show disdain.
To what is bringing me down.
I won't drown
In a river of tears.
All my fears.
Wrap me form head to toe.
I know.
Only one way to go.
To proud to cry.
Don't know why.
I refuse to bow.
I don't know how.
My life passes me by.
I won't cry.
I stand for all I believe.
Don't grieve.
Long after I'm gone.
Life will go on.
My words will live.
Some hope they may give.
To someone else lost along the way.
The strength to stay
Some courage to face the day.
Go all the way.
MUSIC IN MY EYES
I can feel the music in my eyes
Lord God create in me the fire
So that I can rise
I can feel a dance coming on
Feel the beats, as a drum
From my feet up to my thighs
Oh! homage give unto me
A sweet, sweet melody
Oh! Father instill in me, please
Your mercies and hospitalities
Your grace I'm on bended knees
The beauty of your voice
Lord my choice...
To feel the music in my eyes
For God you Lord give me fire
Now I am pure in praise
Lord love you always
I can fell the music in my eyes
Lord God create in me the fire
So that I can rise
I can feel a dance coming on
Feel the beats as a drum
Lord give me the words you want me to share
So that I may tell your people to come
Let them listen and hear the music in my eyes
1/18/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding,
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge.
Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair
death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor
totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant
unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,
lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer
for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear
war, (I doubt Trump would
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.
Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,
nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook
brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes,
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...
albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding
challenge, I vilify.