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Guess who is coming to dinner?
Didn’t expect it
Didn’t even invite
It was the President’s request
Give or take
The President of the United States wants to have dinner at my house
Why my house, go figure
He won’t be a king
I am the king, and it’s my house
Dinner won’t be anything fancy, just cheap
I will order from Burger King, McDonald’s and Chicken Delight
You know the slogan, “Don’t cook tonight call Chicken Delight”
Why should I cook?
The President has prices in a mess
In fact, I feel as a voter, I should be invited to the White House
The President will have to bring the wine if he is going to dine
Since the President is cheap on “We the People”
He will get a taste of his own menu
My house is plain and simple
I should invite the GOP and Democrats to be witnesses at this dinner
Make a party out of it
Invite the media
I intend to show the President in how to be a Humanitarian
I will take action
Just watch me work
The President is lucky I won’t be serving layovers.
Korean Blues Crown of Sonnets
I have been dealing? with Things Korean
?for almost 40 years now
dealing ?with a once exotic land?
now my second homeland
?first came to Korea?
In the Peace Corps in Korea
I ?went to Korea
to find the woman?
in search of the woman?
who haunted my dreams?
met the woman?
fell in love with the woman
?From Korea
who walked out my dreams?
In an land still exotic
In a land still exotic
?was a very exotic different land?
and even now decades latter
a new land? remains for most Americans?
still a strange land exotic
?but much more known land
?in the US due to K drama, K Pop,
Koreans? have become globally cool
but still exotic?
Many of my fellow Americans'
?may know a few people from Korea?a
and some have served or lived in Korea
?but to most of the us Americans
it remains over there still exotic?
a strange Asian exotic land
A strange Asian Exotic land?
I fell in love that exotic land?a
and now I spend half my time?l
Living Korean time?
half in the U.S. time?
and due to the corona time?
will be here for some time?
and well Korea
?no longer an exotic land?
as I am now just living in Korea?
my thoughts half Korean?
and even dream in Korean?
so be it near the end of my time?
I am back where I began
Writer digest prompt write an exotic poem wrote my first crown of sonnet form too, and it mostly rhymes! go figure
Here's a laugher, pay attention
It'll make your day a whole lot brighter
Put my Jockeys on back to front
Put some tap water in my cigarette lighter
Gave the cat a bunch of the dog food
What a silly billy old me
Of course fed the dog some kitty food
He meowed and climbed up a tree
Poured red wine on my cereal
Put a bunch of sour cream on my toast
Hey that was really kinda yummy
Hot mustard on ice cream's the most
A little bit weird, a little bit strange
In my world there's nuttin' off limits
Try anything once, maybe even twice
Even M&Ms fried in my skillet
I'm grossing me out, gotta stop now
Just sprinkled my donut with vinegar
Have I gone nuts, is it love that's got me
No it's just me... go figure!
Gross misconduct bullets falling like rain drops
Mosquitoes kissing marinated children
While in the hood homeless and thugs
Suck on those the things unruly plugs
Crack-cocaine, meth, mary-jane
Elusive while simultaneously being inclusive
Only check me N marching boys to men
Both dying over seas
Are we protecting democracy
So they be so illiterate literally can't pull the trigger
Might have put a fon to his heads go figure
Counterfeit dreams nightmares
So they fought for us they be home now
Lock them up seclude them drug them out checkmate it's a stand still Satan steals and kills
He even tries to bends our wills women mothers crying because their boys and men are out in the war they come back home they're being denied governments denying urban city countries wars going to get you got mine seasons change what it is what it ain't none of that mistreatment and where are the trains on the railroad tracks cell phone tires towers missing children the promises of ups All I see is down mental health rising And I'm on a checkerboard multi-colored squares summer black summer white that's the closest we touch Where is the heaven where God is my witness yet it seems like he dismissed us in Jesus what color is he black or white or is he red yellow Tanner Brown Is he mine Is he yours do we just belong to the burns And how do birds live or more how do they sore in the sky or how I wished and I could fly I know I never die because my true self is energy but I don't want to be consumed and compiled in the colds of raising fires I want to live in a new body and love embrace by the father above the Grossman's conduct of my flesh body deformation my character caught up and pride like Illuminati The only luminess that I want to shine in is the resistance being a child of God about living God I light shines from my heart outward I light I come across the evils of myself first I liked this game in this worldly plain and it's physical vein I light I am of prophetic energies I am like in my father and he might be in every step that I take I go right because if I were to go left it would be checkmate?
4/6/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe
Neither lamb fry nor black pot
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical
~
Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual
11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Here's a laugher, pay attention
It'll make your day a lot brighter
Put my Jockeys on back to front
Put some tap water in my lighter
Gave the cat a bunch of dog food
What a silly billy old me
Fed the dog some kitty food
He meowed and climbed up a tree
Poured red wine on my cereal
Put sour cream on my toast
Hey that was really kinda yummy
Mustard on ice cream's the most
A little bit weird, a little strange
In my world there's nuttin' off limits
Try anything once, maybe even twice
Even M&Ms fried in my skillet
I'm grossing me out, I gotta stop
Just sprinkled my donut with vinegar
Have I gone nuts, maybe it's love
But that's just me, go figure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The humidity is a sodden blanket
over our heaving bodies.
We are climbing through the jungle
to view a temple on top of a mountain.
The exertion is draining us,
I have to nail words together
to form constructed sentences.
Amorphous clouds of vagaries
form miasma's in my head.
I don't even care about the temple
despite my Buddhist leanings
but these evangelical missionaries
are as keen as mustard - go figure.
I thirst for a cold beer, a cold anything.
We are sweating through our clothes
choking in the heat-haze,
but the keen young nurses and doctors
are all for struggling on.
I'm just a follower; a lone Brit
in a happy mob of Americans
thank God they don't all burst into hymnal songs
or call for an ad hoc prayer or two.
At the top
I am wheezing, sweat blinding my eyes
i'm hating these good folks
with a satanic fervor,
though too weak now to curse.
The temple is very old
and it's okay in an ancient way.
I want to sit here and meditate a while
but this forking girl and boy scout tribe I am with
want to explore.
In my mind
I see a laughing Buddha
a Pu Tai figure
rocking back and forth on his fat ass.
(opens fridge) "Oh, what to buy...what to buy! I clearly need to go grocery shopping. Several things available are running out. Bread? Ah, there...I've got Bread, and Orange Juice, and Milk. Eggs? Almost out."(closes fridge)
(looking through the pantry)
"I'm craving meatloaf, but I can't make it.
I don't have enough ingredients!
I wanted to cook spaghetti last night but something is missing.
I don't like my coffee black.
And I don't like my food bland, thank you very much.
I'm craving something sweet;
I'm not even a sweet tooth.
Go figure.
So off grocery shopping, I go!"
My grocery list is as follows:
Ketchup
Ground Beef
Italian Bread Crumbs
Meatballs
Hazelnut Coffee Creamer
Salt
Ice Cream
M&M's
Milk
Barbecue Sauce
Eggs
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart (Winner: 2nd Place)
Dick written and submitted: 07/24/2019
Ziggy was a sexually curious alien
A celestial rock star from sanguine Mars
a Stardust being who journeyed to Earth
A Moon Age Starman made a five-year voyage
described in Bowie's playlist as having
"a screwed down hairdo like a cat from Japan"
Bowie took on the iconic persona of Ziggy
who landed in an alley of cardboard boxes.
Maybe it was his idea of a Suffragette City
The album cover's artwork was meant
to give a view of Bowie's thoughts
on politics, drugs, sex, and his fame in the 70s.
But Ziggy felt his telescopic view of Earth
hadn't prepared him for what he found
on what he thought of as a 'voodoo planet'
Go figure, since he had spiders for friends
The fret of his guitar was silenced
by the fretting he did over feeling lost and alone
Ziggy was a space invader,
Bowie's alter ego who explored themes of fame,
identity, and societal expectations.
Back cover instructions read...
"TO BE PLAYED AT MAXIMUM VOLUME.”
To which many replied, albeit perhaps without words:
"Aye aye, Captain!"
Not meant for my ears at those decibels
me and you on a poor man's cross country trip
we never run out of gas
we never eat all the snacks
we do not need any ice for the cooler
we don't even need to get any drinks
all we are doing is looking at houses in other parts of this "small", rural city
our mouths are still like "smuahhhhh!"
our faces still have looks of surprise
we might as well be on "house hunters" as many times as we say "OH WOWWWW!"
we know good and well we cannot afford half the houses that we see
however, we speak in feeble british accents and pretend like we can
"UM, YES, OLE CHAP, OUR BUDGET IS A HUNDRED BILLION POUNDS!"
"HOW ABOUT WE TALK ABOUT IT OLL OVER A SPOT OF TEA?"
yeah....in our dreams, but in reality, we are having fun and enjoying each other's company
it is like....we are on vacation....GO FIGURE!!!!!