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I was on me way to Adelaide, to watch the Blues take on the Crows,
it’ll be a super effort winning there, as every Vic here knows,
I could have flown and watched the game and done it in one day,
but decided on a tourist drive to catch the sights along the way.
I took the narrow winding path along the Ocean Road;
took in mountain views of sandy beaches, these special vistas showed;
spent one night in the Grampians with Zumsteins Kangaroos
and another in the Little Desert; a garden filled with many hues.
Then I drove down to Mount Gambier to visit rellies there,
I toured around the blue lakes and the limestone caverns where
stalactites and stalagmites grew from the roof and floor,
and then I found my el dorado… a McDonalds store.
Since the morning I left Melbourne, it’s been all fruit and weet bix,
so its great to find the ‘Golden Arches’ where I get my ‘Macca’ fix;
a nice thick super burger, with a coke and double fries,
and it’s waiting on the counter and so attractive to my eyes.
I found a table that was empty, put down the tray and ate a chip,
placed a serviette upon me lap, grabbed the coke and took a sip,
unwrapped the burger, ate more chips; had another drink of coke,
then watched a couple sit beside me, but neither of them spoke.
It’s obvious that they are married and that both are elderly,
but it seemed strange they ordered, the very same as me,
then I watched the fella cut the burger, in half carefully,
divide the chips and into glasses, pour the coke out equally.
I must admit I felt embarrassed as I watched this small charade,
and thought that being pensioners, times must be pretty hard,
so with a caring gesture, I offered them my burger, chips and coke,
but they refused me generous offer, and the lady quietly spoke.
“I know you mightn’t understand”, and then continued with her riddle,
“But through our married fifty years, we’ve split things down the middle,
what we buy is always shared, including everything we eat.”
Then she sat and watched her husband, scoff his Macca’s treat.
Here I am still quite confused, as I scrutinize what’s going on,
she’s watching as her food goes cold, so I asked her what was wrong,
“Oh nothings wrong” she said, then took a drink to quench her thirst,
“It just so happens that its Harold’s day, to use the false teeth first.”
As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more than can be read,
and knowing anything can be by anyone said.
Burgers on buns, potato and tortilla chips,
yeah, those are American, born in Texas!
Satirical cartoons, radio and TV,
the magic that was Hollywood, as it used to be.
Ragtime, Bee-bop, Rockabilly, and Jazz
Swing, R & B, movie soundtracks, and Bluegrass.
The warm blanket of country when feeling cold,
the power and fury of rock and roll.
The grind of hip-hop and of rap…
on second thought, we apologize for that.
But funk gets things all out of control,
and who can say no to harmonious soul?
Stream locomotives, tracks narrow and wide,
flying machines that soar through the sky.
The glorious art that is the western,
and old Las Vegas, the moral tester.
The miracle of southern barbeque,
the burn of moonshine, or Mountain Dew.
Soft ice crew and greasy-fast French fries,
the expectation that politicians lie.
Liberty in law deeply enshrined,
muscle cars driving of the right side.
Suburbs, cabins, farms and guns,
and every legally available type of fun.
Forests, combines, and big chain-saws,
as well as full equality before the law.
A vast landscape, awesome to see,
an undying faith in our families.
Art from great down to lackluster,
recalls, vetos, and filibusters!
Checks and balances on the powerful,
we invented the internet, so things are never dull!
Mountain bikes and rollers blades,
fried chicken and biscuits, porterhouse steak.
Diners, dairy bars and fast food,
we walked on the friggin’ moon,
and built the only probes that escaped
into the void of interstellar space.
I could go on, I am tempted to,
but I think I’ve made my point to you,
And when young fool have yelled there fill,
reject their nonsense talk of “guilt.”
All nations have screwed up, it’s so
but perfection is something man never knows.
This nation still tires to confront is sins,
and brings forth profusions of great things.
The scales upon which we are weighed,
are ever clear in what they say:
When it all is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
Life is oh so Short
(a short story of my life)
In the beginning, when I was just a boy and the buffalo ran wild I remember when adults would say I remember back ten years and I would think, heck I’m not even ten years old yet. I would ask my mother what were some of the inventions you remembered growing up that changed the world. She told me about the telephone and a number of other inventions she experienced. Today I have lived through hundreds of inventions that changed the world far beyond what any reasonable person could have ever considered possible in my 76 years since I was born. A lot of living I have done so many things I have seen and experienced since I stood at the end of the side walk and thought about my life’s future when I was just a little boy. Now I am a great-grandpa of four beautiful great grandchildren, the grandpa of six grandchildren and the father of two beautiful, wonderful daughters.
As I look back and say to myself how in the hell has time passed away so quickly. It only feels like a year or so since I began living my life upon this earth for what it’s worth. So much time has passed away so quickly beneath my feet as I have walked the road of life through all my troubles and joys in my life. A number of friends of mine have passed away so sad for me to say and sad to even think about it I scream and shout. But we all know and realize death waits for us all, sooner or later.
I thank God each and every day for my health I know I am blessed to be so healthy, no problems what so ever as I also workout around 11 hours each week. How fortunate I was when the music of rock and roll was first heard in 1956. I was 16 years old, perfect timing. I have sung and danced to so many great and wonderful songs what a perfect time to be alive, right in the beginning of it all, it truly was happy days. A hamburger only cost 25 cents, fries were only 15 cents, and a malted milk was 25 cents a movie only cost 75 cents. I served my time in the Navy had a great time, no wars were taking place. I saw the world going around the Horn of South America I also stood at the feet of Jesus the Redeemer statue on a mountain top in Rio, Brazil.
(if you like check out the last few verses at Life is oh so Short 2)
Written: April 14, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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The subject matter of this poem explores themes of transience, intersection of life and death, and the fragile coexistence of human and natural worlds.
a loaf of discounted bread
stale & crumbly
resides in a brown paper bag
teetering
on a park bench
a finger of cool breath
_____nudges
____________the
________________bag
___________________towards
ground
pile of used cigarettes
gathered by
a trash
can
&
an
array
of greasy
fast food, styrofoam cups
a souring banana milkshake
punctured through
---a rotting apple
core
&
an
assemblage
of stale and wizened
McDonald's medium fries
family of pigeons
peck at brown paper
bag--
it topples over &
spills its guts
across
grass
a swan watches from a pond
--eyes peer--
from its snowy face
water cushions every ounce
of its body
caresses every single
feather
sky is a petri-dish
c r a m m e d
with scarlet c l o u d s
a young girl falls
as her size four sneaker
is caught
on a hidden tree root
swan chuckles
to itself
a college student bites
into a decorated
hot dog
condiments slip
his button-down
shirt &
a swan extends its wings
a platform for sun
as droplets of
crystalline water
sparkle off surface
of each
feather
Two children walking down the street.
Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be.
Looking through the garbage for something to eat.
They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away
This treat would make their day.
They broke it in half , and together they ate
But they had to hurry for it was getting late.
Sooner older kids would be around and they
Knew that they would have to scramble and fight
For every morsel and every bite.
They hurried through the garbage
to see what else they could find.
Then they would have to run and hide.
The older kids would always bully the young
For on the streets this is how it is done.
They found a cup which still had soda and ice
And a small bags of fries
and with that they could get by.
They ran to an abandoned building where they slept
This is where they sat and wept
On a dirty torn mattress, and rags to use as a pillow.
And the sounds of rats in the rafters.
They huddled next to each other, and they began to pray.
This is what their mother showed them before she passed away.
They didn’t have any relatives that they knew of
But they prayed to the one above
For his guidance and his love.
Oh GOD ! We are your children, why do we suffer so?
My sister and I have done nothing wrong.
This is not where we belong.
Mom told us that you watch over all your children
And all we see is poverty and misery.
The older children know how to survive
But we are younger, and we’ll continue to try.
I saw a church just the other day
Which isn’t too far away.
Children playing and having fun
In the sprinklers and away from the sun.
Why can’t we be there?
Maybe some of the toys with us they could share.
This is my prayer for my sister and I
On these streets we do not want to die.
Their prayer had been answered on the same day
When a preacher who had been passing by that way.
He took them in and Fed them, cleansed them
and gave them clothes to wear
And with the other children some toys to share
The brother and sister went to the church
And got down on their knees , and thanked
Their mother who had given them hope
When there was none to be found.
And for telling them that GOD is always near
And listens to every word and every prayer.
HOPE IS THE KEY IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
i want to freeze this moment
to paste all this feelings
into one moment in time
these smells
theses thoughts
these sounds around me
the tuk tuk i am in reaches town
and from the mosque nearby
the mwadhini calls out loud
"Allah Akbar"
the faithfuls;
men in stark white robes
and women in shimmering black buibuis
hurry on
to the dome roofed mosque
for their evening swala
the tuk tuk
comes to a halt
infront of the booking office
of the bus i shall travel with
there are many other travelers
like i
i alight the tuk tuk
pay the driver
and tell him asante
after he carries my suitcases
to the place i shall sit
to wait for the bus
he drives off
rickety and noisy
like all tuk tuks are
and i think nostalgically
that that's the last tuk tuk ride
i shall have
in a long long time to come
i doubt if they have them in Nairobi
at least not as many as here, in Kilifi
neither is the air as warm as this one
i know Nairobi will be cold
and i know i shall miss this humid air
so warm
like a lover's breath on the neck
and so teasing with scents of this and that
all of them elusive
one time there is a tinge
of the murky salty sea scent
the next
there hangs in the air
a sweet scent of feminine Arabic perfume
and then later
that of frying garlic;
somebody's cooking pilau somewhere
i feel hungry already
i shall have to buy some fries
to eat on the way
matatus pass by me
the conductors asking me if i would like to get on
i smile and shake my head
i have somewhere else to go
they speed past me
sighing, i look above
the street lights glow lemon yellow
they light the town
in a golden hue
and up above still
God's light bulbs
light up the clear coastal sky
in tiny fluorescent spots
like diamonds on a black dinner dress
and i wonder
is it possible
to touch them stars up there?
they look so far up high!
a bright one stands out
like Venus at twilight
it winks down at me
and makes me smile
they may be far
but one journey then the next
may take us closer
and closer to them
i have my own stars to touch
and my journey tonight
is another one
to take me closer to them
who knows if humans can ever touch stars?
only time will tell
i guess
*asante- swahili word for "thank you"
*mwadhini- the person who calls to Muslims at certain intervals to go to pray at the mosque
*swala- prayer
Powerful Little Bird
Powerful
little bird
flow-now flies
has flown away
quietly yet loudly invoked
Tangled Dove fries away
Birth 5 children
from the womb, now
Father's Love Each has his own light
Now has taken flight
From lifes tree
She's here in side of each of us rejoice for she is
Mama has thrown away from her vessel
Yet she's still here
Inside of each of her blessed special beloved children
Shhh! can't you hear her she's inside each of us
The rhythm of her heart breath she shared with us
Our Fathers powerful little Bird
A poignant and uplifting tribute
to the enduring spirit of motherly love!
12/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Beautifully captures the essence of a mother's legacy, transcending physical boundaries and continuing to nurture and inspire her children. The imagery of the "Powerful Little Bird" is a stunning representation of the mother's transformative journey.
Motherly love and legacy "Mama has thrown away from her vessel Yet she's still here Inside of each of us"
Transformation and growth "Powerful little bird flow-now flies has flown away quietly yet loudly invoked"
Interconnectedness "The rhythm of her heart breath she shared with us"
Spiritual connection "Our Father's powerful little ??Bird"
Inspiring interpretations
We're encourages to cherish the memories and lessons from their mothers.
Reminds us that a mother's love and influence can continue to inspire and guide us, even beyond physical presence.
We've shown gratitude for the sacrifices and gifts mothers bring to our lives.
We so appreciate our mothers and mother figures in your life.
We reflect on the lessons and values they've instilled in you.
We celebrate the transformative power of motherly love and its enduring presence in your life.
Scriptural reinforcement:
Proverbs 31:28: "Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her."
Isaiah 66:13: "As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem."
John 19:26-27: "When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, 'Woman, here is your son,' and to the disciple, 'Here is your mother.'"
I went out with some guys for lunch
we ate all we could find.
We ate like we were starving
and I must have lost my mind;
I had a salad with bleu cheese
and ordered extra fries,
I ate a plate with extra beans,
I must have had big eyes.
The waiter asked if we would like
some sweet things for dessert,
I ordered up a slice of pie
and spilled some on my shirt.
We drove back to the office
which is when I think it hit;
my stomach started growling
and was throwing quite a fit...
I figured it would go away
and ran to join a meet,
I soon learned just how wrong I was
when I sat in my seat...
I loosened up my belt a bit
to take the pressure off,
and when my stomach growled too loud
I hid it with a cough.
The pressure kept on building
as the meeting went on long,
and that is when I realized
that this could all go wrong.
I stood and said "excuse me"
'cause by then I had to go,
I tightened all my muscles then,
and hoped it wouldn't show.
I waddled to the conference door
and quickly stepped outside,
I knew I had mere seconds left
to find a place to hide.
With privacy just out of reach
and pressure far too great,
I had to let a little out
before it was too late.
I took a step to get relief,
relaxed and let 'er rip,
but then I couldn't help myself
and felt the whole thing slip.
The sound I made was deafening,
it shook the office walls,
but that was not the worst of it,
as smell filled up the halls.
I couldn't hold it in no more
my body lost control,
I had to make a break for it
before it took it's toll.
Perhaps too late I made a break
and finally found a door,
I pushed on through and found fresh air
and let loose with some more.
I found my car and got inside,
and drove fast as I could,
It wasn't long before I found
I let more than I should.
My day was done, my time was lost
and so my dignity,
the moral of this story
should be more than plain to see:
go out to lunch and take a break
but don't eat the whole cart,
'cause you might find that if you do
you may do more than fart.
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Poem Info:
1. Written: 12.25.18
2. Written for the "Let 'Er Rip" poetry contest on PoetrySoup.com sponsored by John lawless.
Does an ‘act’ that gets praised by a stranger reveal an act’s worth
Or reflect more the generous heart that observes? To feel love’s
Sure a gift, a response I return, no receiver can earn.
All the good man perceives, a brave witness ‘Love’ lives in all hearts,
Its expression’s no accident, roles that we play are bit parts.
We are actors, in touch with Bard’s beautiful lines that we clutch
At like straws, though we all sink and rise in life’s play. And the dove
That returns to the ark of our being, Bard’s gift (and God’s mirth?)
Am I brave to embrace the worst parts of myself (like the best),
And to love each ‘mistake’ that has helped me to grow? Can I touch
‘Like a wife’ my life’s pain, trust to feel joy, all sadness is gain
(That our God must feel too if He’s Love?) Must Creation reflect
Who God is (the ‘I AM?’) and if not, then why not? Is respect
Owed? God ‘needs’ to demand one prove Love? A dad sacrifice son!
Owed a God who creates ‘in own image’ but feints in the clutch
To let ‘man’ feel pain too (his God feels)? By pain’s ‘gift,’ are we blessed?
Can you dare to presume that you understand God, that His Word
In the Bible’s a ‘Truth’ you can deal out to others as if
(Are you God?), ‘our thought’ win true God’s nuance? Man’s ego ‘IS SIN!’
Your soul fries at the moment you step in-between me and God!
God’s relationship’s intimate, never a mob scene! Sound odd?
My faith’s ‘Colored’ to you? Might that mean God uniquely loves too!
‘Faith in God’ is not one size fits all. You’re NOT God; faith’s His riff!
Don’t compare yours to others, and Trust Him, else prove faith’s absurd!
Did Christ die for your sin or to show you God’s Love that was there
All along? “Greater love has no man’ than he lay down his life,”
But God’s Grace, (if God’s Heart can save man, it’s been there from the start),
Did not need Christ to Die! Ten commandments in truth more a ‘joke’
Meant to help us be humble? Does God by Christ’s death then provoke
The thought ego’s a ‘pipe dream,’ that service to others supreme
If we’d please Him? Let ‘Cross’ be my pride; the Church blush to be wife,
For Groom’s blood is the dowry He paid. Pray, “God’s real!” Does He care?
Brian Johnston
14th of August in 2019