Long Ear Poems
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bassoons & oboes
they rehearsed in the atrium
to the on lookers delight
the sounds of the oboes were soothing
they were like the sun setting into night
the chefs were amazing
and the sounds of the bands,
I asked my lover for favor
I was brave and took the chance!
6 pork tongues
1& 1/4 cup of cocnac
1 gallon of grape juice
2 cups of pomegranate juice
1/4 cup of minced garlic
2 cup of chopped onions
1 cup of green bell pepper
1/4 cup of gingerroot minced
1 cup of soy sauce
1 tablespoon of turmeric
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
cook for two to three hours until tongues are done and tender
drain broth/stock: remove excess fat
measure 5 cups
add 3 1/2 cups of rice
cook rice until done...
add..
2 cups of crabmeat
2 cups of yogurt
1/2 cup of minced green onion
2 cups of asparagus
1 cup of parmesan cheese
3 crushed garlic cloves,
warm over heat until cheese melts
a little love some thymes goes a long whey!
To those who have ears, you must be listening, to hear,
sound the alarm's, without God be in awe with fear.
A change, a new breath, a second wind, for you,
a new strength, new stamina, and a fresh mind to.
God's children should fill their lamps with oil,
trim their wick's preparing without the toil.
Watching, waiting, patiencly for our Lord to arrive,
for only in Him shall, and with Him shall any survive.
Know the truth, speak the truth walk in the truth till you be,
a royal priesthood a Holy nation, a peculiar people, see.
Show forth your faithfulness, being loyal, honest and true,
let His Spirit be alive and well inside of you.
praying always, knowing this, "a mirrored reality is true.
The image's casted are backwards, just take a look,
the bible casts image's forward, we're to be that book.
If you have an ear and these word's you hear and feel,
the trueness in God's word's make them alive and real.
Children of God fill your lamps with oil,
trim your wick's with out toil.
The Groom is preparing for the travel to receive His Bride,
to take Her away and forevermore be at His side.
Watch without fainting preparing with each step you take,
walking, talking, casting you're image's of God you make.
Shining the way for God's children, as your vows you surly keep,
always each night, earnestly in His Spirit pray before you sleep.
Forgiving and forgetting those thing's that bring forth death,
pampering, grooming, tending to those things which gives you breath.
4EVER AS I LIVE LET ME BE HIS LIGHT--HIS COMFORT IN TIME OF NEED--
AS I LIVE EACH DAY I WILL SPEAK HIS WORD, THE HEART'S PLANTED SEED.
Moon in the Ear
My shoulders blinked an orgy of eyelids dancing in strange rhythm,
women remain unmoved before the hurricane that howls wildly,
with the metallic taste of the hurricane burning on the tongue like living fire,
with the hurricane's shape that strangely resembles a part of my blood.
With the hurricane's blood on hands dripping like melted red wax,
with the hurricane's skeleton on my head like a crown of white bones,
these women more beautiful than waterfalls of crystalline water,
the women who cross the street for a lost cause or for nothing.
With sticky darkness on fingers like a black velvet glove,
with heavy silence on breasts pressing like a marble stone,
trampling the soft shadow of trees that tremble slightly,
which shudder caressing the sleeping passersby on cold night sidewalks.
Or inhaling the thick fog like a bouquet of silver carnations,
we will still wonder about the cause but the cause always hides,
this time the cause will be the effect of the last cause forgotten long ago,
it will be the white bone I carry in my eye like an ancient amulet.
It will be the tired clock that got bored and beats backwards through time,
from midnight toward noon passing through the violet evening,
it will be your hand that you bring from time to time to your warm forehead,
to see if the lamps still burn in the city asleep under fog.
Boredom silent as a wet leaf falling soundlessly down,
the comforting drink of night flowing like a velvet river,
the moon that enters the ear whispering secrets from distant worlds,
carrying liquid dreams and memories floating like petals on water.
And I carry on my shoulders eyelids that blink watching in the long night,
looking at the woman who comes with the tamed hurricane in her hands,
with blood transformed into melodies and bone melted into fluid poetry,
in the hourglass measuring the unhurried time of the disappearing cause.
Dear Santa, I hope you’ll bring us white snow
Waffles and pancakes on Christmas morning
I already have tons of toys you know
I’d love a kitten more than anything
I must confess I was not good all year
Please forgive my many indiscretions
I often made my sister shed a tear
Promise to keep new year resolutions
I wish to cash my card “get of jail free”
This year so many things got in the way
Was not my fault, won’t you please believe me
That’s in the past, check out my cookie tray
Just remember I asked for a kitten
Dear Santa, you know I’d be so smitten
AP: Honorable Meniton 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
I've been collecting ear wax
Since the belly button lint dust fire went bad
I lost all my dignity in that fiasco
So ear wax is all that I have left
Believe you me, it's not easy
Coming up with another scheme
After burning the whole town down to the ground
To get a single soul to look or even listen to me
But that fateful day that I dug deep
And pulled a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of my ear
I knew that fame and fortune lay before me
My time had arrived, my time was here
Who should I call first over my artful discovery
The Post? The Enquirer? The Times?
No I would call The Museum Of Modern Art in NYC
For the Art World would soon be mine
I knew I had to ratchet it up a notch
One piece of ear wax art might be a fluke
So I got out my brush...the Q-tip
And removed a portrait of John Wayne AKA The Duke
Since I live in a hippie commune in the woods
Little furry creatures would always stop by
To gaze upon the artful process
Squirrels can be the best of critics...no lie!
Which gave me the idea with all the left over ear wax
I sculptured a mini-amusement park with mini-arcades
And charged the woodland creatures nuts and berries
Which helped feed the hippies with whom I stay
It wasn't long after that I received the letter
Stating that art had a need for me
I've become known as The Andy Warhol of The Art World
With abstract ear wax being my specialty
Now I go to all the major "Who Does"
Where everybody knows my name
As I create masterpieces right before their eyes
Just don't hold it to close to the flame
Who would have ever thought that ear wax
Would be the perfect medium
To jet propel this Simpleton
To Art World stardom and beyond
Over recent months I’ve had trouble with my hearing…
Misinterpreting what is being said isn’t so endearing
Take a step back and think of all the things you would miss if you couldn’t hear at all
The list is endless but here are a few I came up with
The cry of a newborn baby and your child’s first words
The symphony of the dawn chorus
Music and speech on the radio or TV
Phone conversations or chatting with friends
Going to the theatre or to a concert
The door bell or alarm clock ringing
And of course there are those three little words we love to hear …
‘IS DINNER READY ?’
OOPS I MEAN
I LOVE YOU
I took the plunge and saw a specialist and have been fitted with a hearing aid
Wow what a difference it has made
I can hear perfectly now
From the squeak of a mouse to the moo of a cow
And the best bit of all…
If someone is mouthy and starts to scoff
I can quickly turn my hearing aid off!!!
10~06~16
N B I have to approach what has been and what is going on in my life with humour it is just the way I cope with what life throws my way
I was ready for someone but it didn’t show
My heart was broken and I was feeling low
I raised my head and there you were
All at one the world stopped and didn’t make a stir
You came into my life like an angel from above
I’m smiling from ear to ear because I got a new love
We spend time together and make each moment last
But of course the clock ticks away to fast
We take pictures for others to see
Our love captured into an eternal memory
You came into my life like an angel from above
I’m smiling from ear to ear because I got a new love
Lets open our hearts and keep each other in mind
Lock out everyone else and live like we both blind
Respect each other let our passions leave us in bliss
End everyday with a hug and a kiss
You came into my life like an angel from above
I’m smiling from ear to ear because I got a new love
Me again. I wanted to request your ear to lend. I’ve got something I’d like to say, while you are instilling faith within me, I have to be honest it causes me a lot of anxiety.
I know you know what my needs are and you will not let me go without. Though, I sometimes wish you would just let me know you won't let me go, so that anxiety is what I can be without. Nevertheless, you never let me fall. You are always there, even with moments to spare you catch me. You always hear me when I call. Though you may not come running immediately, you surely know my needs and those, you will not let me lack. I have to take a moment and thank you for providing even when I didn’t believe you’d always have my back. You again and again extend your hand swoop me up and pull me in. Like a loving father reassuring his kin, he will always be their courage when fear tries to move in. His glory is endless so long as they keep faith alive. Nothing can remove the presence of the holy spirit from a true believer in Christ. I just want to say I may not always love the way things work out, but you make sure today is sufficient and I am not without. You prepare tomorrow before I awake, so stress and anxiety are not my worries to take. And even though I sometimes forget to thank you for all you do, you never forget to make sure I have what I need through and through. How grateful I am to be loved by you.
I hear in a whisper, in a whisper
In a still small voice;
I hear the wind in the trees;
A sparrow talking to me;
Singing
I HEAR THE COMFORT FROM THE SMALL VOICE IN MINE EAR-
I, yes I,
I am
Yes Oh yes I yes I am
I am the one who comforts you
I am the one whose true
My daughter, my son
Why? do you run
And why are you afraid
HEAR THE COMFORT FROM THE SMALL VOICE IN MINE EAR-
Don't go where man leads;
Do not follow the storm;
Never take tracks with someone whose on their back;
and never walk these roads alone
I hear in a whisper, in a whisper
In a still small voice;
I hear the wind in the trees;
A sparrow talking to me;
Singing
I, yes I,
I am
Yes Oh yes I yes I am
I am the one who comforts you
I am the one whose true
My daughter, my son
Why? do you run
And why are you afraid
HEAR THE COMFORT FROM THE SMALL VOICE IN MINE EAR-
Isaiah 51:12
2/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I hear myself talking to the radio;
the shock-jock stops pushing words
into my vehicle,
a pause, as if he is listening.
I don’t get paid for my opinions
my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant,
just ears and a vast echoing space between them.
The dead-air threatens to kill its audience.
The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth
moves closer to the microphone.
He knows! He heard my counter-arguments
and had no reply!
Then the radio signal is lost,
static nothing but blaring static,
I don’t turn the sound off
now the car has to listen only to me
as I carry on a heated conversation
inside my talking head.