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Just one more chance to mate.
He flies around the pond,
But now the season's late.
Will females still respond?
He perches on a stem,
To search for females free,
Maybe in nearby swarm.
He's up and off to see.
Then one comes up close by.
He sets off at a pace,
Gives her the eye to eye.
They find secluded place,
And join to form heart-wheel
By pond where eggs will hatch.
Now he makes her fertile.
She starts to lay her batch.
The mating now complete,
They each go their own way.
And others separate.
All back to swarm to play.
The eggs left on their own
Soon turn to larval form,
And then when they're full grown
Take off to join the swarm.
They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
What I Have Seen
Chubby fingers, chubby toes;
Clear blue eyes and turned up nose.
Everything's so bright and new,
Little Baby I love you.
Hop scotch, Barbies, long brown curls,
We thank you God for little girls.
Baseball diamonds, lots of toys;
Tonka trucks for little boys.
School days, Proms, and lots of friends.
Soon the boys are full grown men.
Girls go shopping, Brides Boutique.
Because of promises we keep.
Life rolls on an unending line;
Quickly toll the bells of time.
The Soldier who must find his way;
Was just a baby Yesterday.
I've watched it roll as here I roam.
On my peculiar Journey home.
Somehow it all fits in God's plan;
This is our life, the lot of man.
I saw you walking toward me,
in a dream; for only a dream would
tenderly look at me, for only a dream hath
maternal sympathy – your mind and heart
already forsaken, though a mother, your
leave taken – your spirit a fury
as Narcissus, if splattered his beloved
image –
Once beautiful, illness had distorted
your face, you blamed me, your blessed
newborn – all your misery directed
at me – henceforth, I was shaken from
the bow of every nesting tree. left to cry,
scorned, and alone –
To say I survived, is to know
I have just barely lived: for such
loveless countenance had left me empty,
with personality a vacant ruin – in the
depth of my depression, pleading
for answers, you once admitted,
to your son, full-grown, that you
had done this to him.. – may our souls
no turmoil eternally keep – and may
we awake together, someday, all
forgiven the painful appearance
of a bitter world, for its surface
was always coldly asleep....
The Florida schools I knew—
Were fashioned to undo—
A Child—of unassuming Mind—
They tested—what was True—
They pressed my Thinking—into shape—
Too narrow for my own—
And struck me—when my Answer leapt—
Untethered—yet full-grown—
They bade me show the Steps I took—
Though Insight has no trace—
It blossoms—like a Lightning-flash—
Too swift to Keep my Pace—
And Bullies—stationed at the Doors—
Were given quiet Leave—
While Teachers—kept their knitted Peace—
As if Pain—might relieve—
I wondered—had great Einstein bent—
Beneath such daily Blows—
If Relativity—could of Bloomed—
Where Hostile Classrooms grew—
For Elementary—Middle Years—
Were Corridors of Trial—
And every Day—another Proof
That Learning—ment Exile—
So—long before the Eighth was through—
I slipped beyond their Chart—
Preferring Freedom—Hard and Vast—
To lessons—taught by Hurt—
And though their Purpose—was to break—
Some piece of Me—remained—
A quiet Sum—no Blackboard holds—
By the Suffering—I sustained.
First hosting angels with God and son
Then I'd become a glimmer in my father's eye
Met my mother then I arrived
A babe with NO teeth
At age of three I have some bones
Cartilages harden made of marrow
A babe first cut my tooth
On a chicken bone when left alone
As my molars chew the marrow
Ate crackling-bread and while still in bed
Stomach full of Gerber food fed
Shown a smile one small girl child
Two years old baby teeth
I won't bite the hand that feeds me
Now a teenage girl with curly hair
Pony tail and a smile that shines so bright
And ensemble that lights up the night
Teeth gapped not perfect yet still I smile, I talk
Now a full grown woman with this big white smile
Smile on, shine on, smile
Like when I was a child
Now an aged senior woman in my seventies
Set lights out and I'm older aged in bone density
Ravished no more dental for me
I'll drink water and eat pasta spaghetti
Yet I smile for now I have
None left???
Yet I smile for now I have
False teeth
Like a rotten brown fallen leaf
I leave now I have
False teeth
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (c)2014
Written for "University of Nebraska @ Omaha Celebrate: A collection of Writings about Woman. " Celebrate "
December 2 2014
Polar bears and grizzly bears cross over into each others territory,
and so occasionally polar and grizzly bears will mate and conceive.
The hybrid, let's call it a Polar/Grizzly
will be raised by its mother, whichever bear breed that might be.
If the Polar/Grizzly hybrid's mother is the grizzly,
the cub will be raised to scavenge carrion, graze on grass and forage for berries.
If the Polar/Grizzly hybrid's mother is the polar bear
the cub will be raised to stalk sleeping seals on the ocean's frozen water.
If a full grown Polar/Grizzly raised by a grizzly
were to find itself smack in the middle of strict polar bear territory,
it most likely wouldn't survive the night unfortunately,
because it wasn't raised to survive that way, despite it being a Polar/Grizzly.
The pizza delivery truck
Crashed into the bay
Along with delivery guy
Three pizzas one stuffed crust did flay
Five full grown sharks and one baby
Upon the beach did lie
Soaking up the sun with round bellies
And nap flipping flies
While the news broadcast the tale
About the missing pizzas.......
And that poor pizza delivery guy..
That news reporter a real diva
She could not see the scene
Beneath the blue bay
Where tiny fish still ate the crumbs
Left by the sharks at play
The feeding frenzy still goes on
under the blue water
The driver swam to shore death spared
Now kissed by an otter
I listen as she slowly breathes
Praying to God this isn't when she will leave
So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought
Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught
Papers waiting to be signed
Every dotted one they underlined
Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand
Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand
Not wanting to give up the right
To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night
Now will all my concerns be taken into thought
Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot
Will she be kept with the ones that care
Or just sent off any where
Here on this I may have just rambled
But on her health I can not gamble
She's not laying in a bed of clovers
And there's nothing like " Do Overs"
As a full grown and some what hard man
I shed a tear and try to understand
If the tables would be turned
Simply in Hell would I burn
Maybe God would just carry me away
Knowing, I did the best I could ever day
But when she gone would she be proud
Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud
An Uncle charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Maternal never came natural to you
But laugh we did, crazy things you would do,
You caused so much angst, guilt and tension,
But my mother you were, with your fair complexion,
Years went by and we muddled along more
My tears mostly dry, almost closed the door
Beautiful you were I see this all now,
Wish you could see me, and express your pride how
I'm happy and safe, Ed is my rock.
Wish you could meet my friends, my eddy, my flock
Think of you often, today is your day
So I'll bid you goodnight, one thing left to say
Your beauty is famed, your legend is known
I'll see you one day, when I am full grown