Long E mail Poems
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To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask
I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings
Her name is FJ Thomas and her praises I’ll gladly sing
A month after I joined soup an e-mail appeared
It said I was a ‘Premium Member’ it was so weird
I contacted soup said a mistake has been made
I’m a Premium Member … but I haven’t paid
They said the donor of my gift didn’t wish to be named
But I had no way to thank them, I felt so ashamed
I wrote a thank you poem so that they would know
Someone made it a favourite – but their name didn’t show
I later learned it was FJ Thomas, but by then she’d left the site
I wanted to make her proud of me, so I tried very hard to write
I’d not written a poem for many years,not since I was at school
Began writing when my hubby got cancer – a disease so cruel
Flo’s gift to a complete stranger meant the whole world to me
Writing became my lifeline I hope I’ve used her gift wisely
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Since joining soup I began to collaborate
You really should try it - it really is great
Teamed up with a guy called Darren Watson
His sense of humour was awesome oh boy we had some fun
I was a complete beginner and Darren encouraged me
Telling me how well I wrote and he loved my creativity
We began to collaborate as Jadazzle United
Our friendship blossomed, we were simply delighted
E mails would fly and my self confidence soared
With Darren around there was no time to be bored
My world was shattered when dad was diagnosed with cancer
Darren was there to comfort me, often with a witty answer
Sadly Darren became ill and our writing came to an end
I spent many many weeks trying to trace my lovely friend
Contact was established with his family and after over a year
I got an e mail from Darren, I was overjoyed to hear
Darren’s positivity for the future gave my heart a lift
Our friendship is so precious just like a priceless gift
We’ve both had ups and downs in our lives recently
We're writing together again and we’re as happy as can be
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F J Thomas
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ANYONE GAME---
Alas! the smelly disposition your deceiving heart;
Got me mind-BOGGLE twisted as rotten meat such;
Hearing of those things those rumors in SEQUENCE;
SPEAK OUT!! against them you’ve heard you've confirm in your sleep;
Unfaithful and untrue are you, you reap;
That you’ve been unfaithful people seen and they've heard;
MAD GAB LIFE got you SORRY but I ain't gonna worry about it;
TRIVIAL PURSUIT AGGRAVATION sounds of KER PLUNK;
Moving ever vigorously like you got ANTS IN THE PANTS;
Unfaithful and untrue are you get out of here;
Guess you’ve drop your feelings on the floor;
Unfaithful Ursula, 5 Second Rule pick up them SPOONS;
For licking them lies you stirred, like wise SCRABBLE PASSWORD, BALDERDASH, you can't even look me straight in the eyes...
Unfaithful and untrue are you, sigh;
Ha! All your dotted “I”’s and crossed “T”’s
Don’t mean a thing to me;
GUESS WHO?
You not me at RISK SPOT IT all the TROUBLE ain’t TABOO;
OPERATION TICKET TO RIDE PHASE 10 I’m out, I'm gone boo;
PERFECTION not what I’m looking for but faithfulness is honored by God;
APPLES TO APPLES pears are pears you orange ain’t gonin NO where?
CATCH PHRASE catches a CLUE I’m leaving you;
Unfaithful and untrue are you;
On your Twitter, E mail and Face book page playN unfaithful games;
I see you’ve CONNECT FOUR MAD GAB CODE NAMES;
Girl, I got you like in a MOUSE TRAP;
You must have fallen on your CRANIUM or something;
Running them streets as MONOPOLY you are, two faced, deceitful crooked;
Hand-eye coordination, speed, counting them cell phone digits…
DUTCH BLITZ;
It’s over we’re through this relationship done you’re the fool to play;
Love is real it’s not to be played with you have no shame;
I’m leaving you, because I am not anyone game;
2/16/19
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Message in a bottle
Here is my greetings and message to you all, my dear ones
Who would be populating this earth again
After my generation gets wiped out on the 21st of December 2012*
But, then, what a let down, I have to fall back upon
This antiquated paper and pen and a blasted bottle to store it in
Because there is no way I could text or e mail to you,
Like I am used to, this day, that let us soar so high with computers,
Nuclear bombs and spacecrafts that whizz past celestial bodies
As if it is child’s play;
but all the same dragged us down to moral depths
Where one of us could massacre a whole class of kindergarten kids
Or plot mindless terror attacks in the name of imagined wrongs
And wrong premises or rape and then kill a five year old
Or an unsuspecting girl who walked into a wrong bus
Thank God I am still left with a little sense to share with you my friends
Whatever freedom you may happen to enjoy,
Whatever material progress you may make
Never use it or let it be used to trample on moral and ethical values
Guard and enforce those values in society with eternal vigil
For there will be none to protect and promote them,
Mark my words, except YOURSELVES, because such values
Have no commercial value.
For, politicians, preachers, prophets
And their followers, by the very nature of their preoccupations,
Would continue to divide and disrupt, despite their bluff and bluster
About universal love, brotherhood and peace, the very values
That would be suffering atrophy under their very noses.
* The Mayan calender ends on this date (21st Dec 12)giving rise to speculations by doomsday prophets that the world too is going to end on this date.
20th Dec 12
For Catie's Message in a bottle contest
HOLY CHOICES WRONG VOICES- -
I wanted to add, God made us all different with a purpose.
God reason being we’re all worthy- we are so worth it
nothing but choices
We humans have are voices
It’s either God’s way
Or our way
And guess what
after the garden we were cursed to live here,
Earth was once a second heaven
God once destroyed the lands, this planet he drown
Flooded the plains unto the mountains
Do you wanna feel better
then what is your rebuttal
And did you read the purple letter
Jesus came down for this
To free us from are sins
Now we will be blessed if we just acknowledge
We have chosen the wrong choice
We have refused to show remorse
Now repenting, now here I stand
Mercies sake, turned around been remade birth/born again
Do you wanna feel better
then what is your rebuttal
And did you read the purple letter
Jesus came down for this
To free us from are sins
Now we will be blessed if we just acknowledge
I wanted to add, God made us all different with a purpose.
God reason being we’re all worthy- we are so worth it
nothing but choices
We humans have are voices
Communists are good at making everyone equal
In exchange for robbing them of their
God given free Speak.
Review yourselves
Check yourselves
Stop turn around before you wreck yourself
For if you wait upon the instant you die
In at present tense you deny
Jesus and God
Wait. . .
EVERY KNEE WILL BOW AND EVERY TONGUE SHALL CONFESS THIS THAT JESUS IS LORD…
1/4/20
Written words by Panagiota Romios & James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A Dedicated verse to Panagiota Romios
based off words in e mail from Panagiota
MaMa Red Roses...a dedicated verse to MaMa Lindley and Son Robert Lindley
Such a beautiful woman,
MaMa
MaMa
Such a beautiful woman,
I love you
Mama I bring unto you;
From the shackles of my soul;
A beautiful vase, full
Of
Mama
Beautiful dozen Red Flowers;
Every Thanksgiving;
Cause I AM EVER SO THANKFUL THAT YOU”RE MY MUM…
She red beautiful words to me;
I am ever so thankful
MaMa
I love you
Mama I bring unto you;
Beautiful dozen roses to thee…
Every Thanksgiving day Mum I would buy you a dozen
Mama Red Roses
Beautiful red, red roses-
With eternal petals
Mum just wanted to show you I cherish
Such a beautiful woman,
MaMa
I just want to give you
Eternal beautiful red forever red roses
From God
I am ever so thankful
Beautiful dozen roses to thee…
That you God and Father co-created me
Hallelujah
MaMa
You’re beautiful
Beautiful dozen red roses for you
You are Mum my beautiful red roses you are
a few moments ago
posted triple sonnets from my soul
each one hundred words
think I was just thinkin bout Mother
on the beauty and majesty of the red
Those dozen red roses I would buy
heartfelt poetic dedication for my mother
Every Thanksgiving those 12 dozen red rose flowers
I am ever so thankful
For my Mother, hallelujah
MaMa Red Roses
Dedicated verse to: Robert Lindley and Mother Lindley
11/28/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I shall call her MaMa Red Roses
based on some words from an email from Robert Lindley to me, Bless you my friend
Read your E mail and verses and felt lead to write this
HUSBAND WALKING DOWN THE COURSE, GOD ALMIGHTY
PLOTTING THE COURSE LEADING THE WAY STRAIGHT UP TO HEAVEN
HOLY GHOST LEADING THE WAY
JESUS WALKING ALONG SIDE JUST IN CASE, HE STUMBLE SO HE WON’T
FALL
STAY THE COURSE
WIFE WALKING DOWN THE COURSE, GOD ALMIGHTY
PLOTTING THE COURSE, LEADING THE WAY STRAIGHT UP TO HEAVEN
HOLY GHOST LEADING THE WAY
JESUS WALKING ALONG SIDE JUST IN CASE HE STUMBLE SO SHE WON’T
FALL
STAY THE COURSE
STAY THE COURSE DAUGHTER WALKING DOWN THE COURSE GOD
ALMIGHTY
PLOTTING THE COURSE LEADING THE WAY STRAIGHT UP TO HEAVEN
HOLY GHOST LEADING THE WAY
JESUS WALKING ALONG SIDE JUST IN CASE HE STUMBLE SO SHE WON’T
FALL
STAY THE COURSE
GOD ALMIGHTY PLOTTING THE COURSE
SATAN TURNING THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN, AGAINST THEM
BUT THE BATTLE ALREADY WON
GOD ALMIGHTY PLOTTING THE COURSE
STAY THE COURSE
HUSBAND, WIFE, DAUGHTER WALKING DOWN THE COURSE GOD ALMIGHTY
PLOTTING THE COURSE LEADING THE WAY STRAIGHT UP TO HEAVEN
HOLY GHOST LEADING THE WAY
JESUS WALKING ALONG SIDE JUST IN CASE THEY STUMBLE SO HE WON’T
FALL
STAY THE COURSE
GOD ALMIGHTY PLOTTING THE COURSE SATAN TURNING THE WORLD UP
SIDE DOWN, AGAINST THEM
BUT THE BATTLE ALREADY WON, BECAUSE SATAN ALREADY LOST, GOD
ALMIGHTY PLOTTING THE COURSE.
STAY THE COURSE
WRITTEN BY: HAROLD CHRISTIAN E -mail : hcc1949va75@hotmail.com
Sweet satin dreams prempts peeks of sun
Through white slant eyed and dusty blinds
Sending furnance like blasts of heat at times
Yet cooled by an overhead fan.
The patter of cat paws upon my turquoise sheets
Alerts me every morning for wet food eats.
She meows and turns her head from side to side
As if to say,"Daddy its time, its time".
At first I am bothered but I give her a smile
Then cradle her in my arms, for she's my loving child.
So off to the fridge I go, without any curses or gab
While she stares at me , I know I must, quickly go wash my hands.
After that I grab a cigarette and micro wave my coffee,
Dear Rosey my sweet little female cat ,I feel is much too bossy.
Outside I go with cup in hand then search for a second lighter
Then look up at the clear blue skies, the mountains that I admire.
As I hang out and sip and smoke without any plans
Its another day in paradise and I'm a sober man.
Amongst the brush piles and leaves the handyman didn't remove.
Once inside I put down my cup then crank up my computer,
And no e mail is found.
Its another day in paradise and I wouldn't change a thing,
If I were rich or even poorer I'd stay exactly the same.
I've been going through old love letters of how we used to be.
The silly, inconsequential things you used to write to me
about nothing in particular, the mundane, the everyday, the norm.
But that Basildon Bond decorated with Quink used to give a form
to the feelings inside as your fountain pen cried, words rambling over the page.
To tear at my heart because we were apart imprisoned in our cage
of distance, and the persistence of melancholia's hurting
the only respite in spite of all, your banality and girlish flirting.
But now we've come to the here and now to emoticons and text speak.
To the short, terse text that can leave us vexed and the torment that they wreak.
Our language debased to contracted words, mis-spelled and appalling grammar.
Misconstrued meanings, tech speak and gleanings from Twitter, Face Book and Spammer.
Anticipating the postman, the sound of the letterbox, the excitement of opening your letter.
Now all we have is the e.mail wav., much quicker I grant you, but better?
Call me old fashioned, a Luddite if you must, or even a pen and paper fanatic.
But for all my ranting, there's something enchanting about finding old letters in the attic.
I received an exciting soup mail
I’m minted, with wealth off the scale
But I know it’s a fraud
By some bloke from abroad
These fraudster’s should be put in jail
Got a call from a ‘Microsoft’ guy*
His fake story I did not buy
Said he’d turn off my ‘puter
And re-route my router
He told me just lie after lie
These scammers just want a quick buck
They try to find a sitting duck
They’re after our money
It sure isn’t funny
Their unscrupulous actions just suck
We have had several calls from 'Microsoft' saying our computer is at risk and they can help protect us ... I just put the phone down on them. Unfortunately an elderly friend of ours got taken in by their persistence and when it got to the you need to give us your bank account details part he realised it was a scam and wouldn't give his details but he had inadvertently given them access to remote control his PC and they put a password on it so he couldn't get into his files. It took my hubby several hours to sort out, remove the software programme they were using to control the PC and get the computer back to him so he could use it.
7/7/18
I’ve got a secret to tell you, so gather round to hear
I had afternoon tea with the Queen in May this year
Her majesty was wearing a dress of bright emerald green
When she walked in the room she looked so serene
A corgi puppy bounded in and sat down on her knee
The Queen was perfectly poised whilst she sipped her tea
We nibbled cucumber sandwiches with the crusts removed
I didn’t drop a crumb on the red carpet, I hope her Majesty approved!
We talked at length about my poetry
Her majesty asked ‘could you recite one for me’
I smiled and recited an old limerick or two
The Queen then asked for a poem that was new
How could I refuse a request from the Queen like that
So I made up a poem about the corgi chasing the cat
Oh how the Queen laughed and smiled with glee
She decreed me to be the writer of royal poetry
So now I e mail her majesty every single day
My poems are read to the Queen by her valet
I’m an official royal poet and I am so excited
I hope it won’t be too long before I get knighted
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