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Call it a requiem, dirge or elegy,
Lament, funeral song of eulogy,
On failing, dying light and last hurrah,
Maybe the last polite vah vah!
Once, a focal point of a family,
A device that brought it close together,
That not ere long a radio used to be,
Family fulcrum, pivot or tether!
Ere, youngsters were hooked to open-air games,
Later on replaced by digital ones
That made the able-bodied walking lames,
Each hooked on to a personal brand of funs.
Time was when the centre of gravity
Was food and frolics on a dining table,
That the Idiot Box had usurped; pity
That meal was munched with the fair served on cable!
One would recall, when ads for condoms came,
When sanitary naps ads became bold
In front of whole family, shorn of shame,
Children looked down on food plates, feeling cold.
Later on when times changed, unlike the old,
Children would look like: we-know-it-all-cool,
You were the prime piece of estate to hold,
You made, TV, an incredible pull.
The changing times then took a giant’s stride
When entertainment was no more social,
But more and more individual, personal,
You no more were, well, a newly-wed bride.
No doubt you too tried to be somewhat smart,
Yet, failed to compete with PCs and phones
That grew smarter, closer to users’ heart,
What can be done when changing times change tunes?
Today you’re far from your olden glory,
You try your hard to imitate smart phones,
Follow trodden treads, eyes tired and bleary,
O social outcast that house-corners owns!
Just one tap ah varied channels to change,
Enlarge a visual, or volume in mind,
One can command things of a varied range,
Alas, future does not seem to you so kind.
O pale shadow of your olden grandeur,
You no more are than a mere magnifier.
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Requiem |01.11.2021| elegy
Poet’s note: It may still be rather too early, but good old Idiot Box is on the way out. Here’s a requiem, maybe writ rather too early.
How did you care to love someone like me
Whose name is burdensome for you to bear
A boy whose reputation suffers glee
And whose tomorrow uncertainties scare
How did you care to love someone like Wems
Who wants to turn you a fornicatress
Whose plans have only been to use condoms
And treats you like nothing beyond mistress
How did you care to love me really much
Someone who has no plan for love affair
Rather than deal cum s*x at its best touch
Off time to seek if love, funs could repair
How did you care to love me with your might
Someone who knows nothing of how you cope
With your life challenges to keep the fight
Of fate in line to fulfilment cum hope
How did you care to love me without check
Someone who treats you like been the first time
You get to know each other-- a new spec
Of fear and flair of love at first sights mime
How did you care to love me with your heart
Someone who is not proud to show you off
Who denied to ever date you, his part
Yet shift blames on you to share with Christoph
How did you care to love me with such joy
Someone who reason not to be selfish
Who plays your heart, mind and care- a toy
Whose life all have himself so to cherish
How did you care to play along with him
Whose all acts and doings are unlike man
Who took you a "horny freak" been dualism
Who should have stopped acting like woman
How did you care to love me that real good
With these shortcomings, you wish not to leave
My staggering and bullying freaking hood
I wonder on what you so much relieve
Family, Freedom, Fun and Friend
Four words need till the end
Support, love, help and caring
A families heart is good for sharing
Everything needed to survive
So we can grow and always thrive
Funs important every day
Letting loose and crazy play
To release all the stress from
Hard work needed to get done
Freedom is a privilege
Soldiers fight so we can live
Securely and with peace of mind
I salute them for their time
Friends are gifts from up above
Sent to us to hold and love
In times of joy, laughter and sadness
A shelter to hide from the madness
This world sometimes throws our way
Friendship keeps it all at bay
Some F words should not be used
They are curses and abuse
But if these are always here
There's nothing we need to fear
Let’s have some barbeque, Ma.
It isn’t the fourth yet, Pa.
Close enough. Let’s paint stars.
On the fence? Why not?
We are patriots, aren’t we?
The stars got painted and the flags were up.
Neighbors came to the porch, and they gave ‘em a cup.
We’re hav’n barbeque, want to bring the kids?
We’ll be shoot’n off guns, until police put on the skids.
The neighborhood came, and no one was patted down.
More people showed up; it looked like half of the town.
It’s a small town in Iowa and everybody has guns.
They brought them all too, it was all kinds of funs!
They shot bullets off way into the night.
The kids were slow at first, but they finally got it right.
Let’s do it every day, one sleepy kid said.
Fireworks went off with a pop-pop-pop, all white, blue and red.
This is America! The land of the free!
Let’s shoot off more bullets! Yelled a child of three.
Whether you like my words or not
I write
If you believe in me or not
I write
Whether you understand my words
If you say you don't like them
I write
I write
I write
Each letter
Inspired offerings to take you higher
Even if you disagree
love, like, or even hate my letters!
together
Forming words
Offering my writes
Inspirations, puns/funs truths
Letters to words
Words to sentences to verse
I like hope you do too
I write not for the likes
I write not for fortune nor fame
I'm a lyrist, a poet
Whether you like my words or not
I write
Letters to words
I write
I write
If you believe in me or not
I write
I write
I write
I write
I write
8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
There is a dull moment to light-
Your reflecting shadow off fright,
When you aren't afraid to fight...
Then you are ready to gladly invite,
Lesson(s) behind every mistaking night
You have spent with the wrong person,
To put right cum morning but it worsen.
There is an attracting awful example:
Your FEELING AMONG attitudes sample,
When you seems outdated like Eve's apple,
Then moment defines you next to trample...
Lesson(s) behind every mistaking couple
You have become without check, tiggers¡
To remind you of past funs; present rigors.
There is a chance to be yourself, just you;
Your life rather attract others' standards too,
When hard work should have checked overdo,
Then you frankly rejected its substantial review...
Lesson(s) behind every mistaking view
You have misinformed those that need JUST YOU to stay,
To know their class you belong; fake life led them astray...
I hope you are still glad,
To be happy and not sad.
When what fun gives many a lad
Backfired cum regrets, such fad!
Is thrilling and exploring...
To remember such, adoring!
When you want a home, restoring...
Betwixt then and now seems boring.
I hope it isn't too late,
To correct and actuate-
What FAKE duly overrate;
Be glued to its real state.
My clauses stating DOS/DONTS' dye
My smile' peep winking else whole laugh so wild
My fearful feet walking away instead of reversed silent arms hanging over
My cheek panting softly with dimples as a choice for lips filming tour without guide
My frown in odds speaking record conversely to gaze felicitating mime so deeper
My calls ever seen preference to beeps unnoticed much of returns
My text back from home suggesting chat paints factory waste of funs
My life-- sere melting love for convenient fantasy
My plead guilty for crown amidst apologies needed a bit
My pistol jilting for feedback alternating firing training section's celibacy
My jams too long off beat contrary to freestyles solo refrain's treat
My grace of its will did see mercy
instead faith of its peace do measure
My silence than necessary spending leisure as a substitute for words unspoken that rule treasure
My heart that will never say goodbye
But what have you plant?
Family, Freedom, Fun and Friend
Four words need till the end
Support, love, help and caring
A families heart is good for sharing
Everything needed to survive
So we can grow and always thrive
Funs important every day
Letting loose and crazy play
To release all the stress from
Hard work needed to get done
Freedom is a privilege
Soldiers fight so we can live
Securely and with peace of mind
I salute them for their time
Friends are gifts from up above
Sent to us to hold and love
In times of joy, laughter and sadness
A shelter to hide from the madness
This world sometimes throws our way
Friendship keeps it all at bay
Some F words should not be used
They are curses and abuse
But if these are always here
There's nothing we need to fear
Here come the Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns
They have turned the USA upside down with their funs.
An insurrection incited by a US President and his sons
Is only part of the agenda of the Trumpliguns.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They have a TV show that distorts facts for funs.
Fake news is okay as long as it is on that station.
I am in a school, so not telling my location.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
Money means more than the lives of daughters or sons.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They will kill us all before they are done.
But it will be okay as long as the senators get their money.
It is all about wealth, don’t you know, Honey?
And fraud, corruption, and talking about pussies too.
Is just something we Trumpliguns often do.
I hate the city,
Because I can't stand the pity
Of those who are killed and hurt,
So that's why I live in a small town with roads made up of dirt.
It's far more peaceful over here than there.
And I don't care,
About how "boring" it can be here compared to there
In the city, because around here
We can ride on the back of trucks freely,
I can go through trails
And hear the train going along the rails,
I can even find pretty rocks & shells.
But still, I agree that buying stuff in the city,
Can be great, somehow though...
My hometown is my favourite place...
Born here and everytime I leave
And go there, to the city,
I start to feel unhappy after staying
Away from my home for so long
And just want to go back,
Probably because my little town is where I belong.
The seasonal funs I have are always the ones,
That turn my frowns upside down,
Plus, also, the city has one thing missing and
That is my family, so I am happy I live in this town.
The city just isn't for me,
This town is where I belong.
And it is where I can always hear birds sing their songs
And this is the place I feel strong in,
Nothing can tear my bond with this place...