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In a squat way at the back of high street
Lived a blue-eyed soul, Orpheus his name.
A blues and roots minstrel of rock and beat,
He was a living legend, with fame aflame.
Eurydice was his radiant star.
They sang and danced clasped together tight.
In duet jives, beating twelve to the bar.
But cruel fate ruined all this one dark night.
Eurydice was drugged by a snake.
She died, her spirit falling without trace,
Into the Hades dark arms at daybreak.
Orpheus loss gutted, missed her embrace.
Orpheus, maddened sad by love's despair,
Entered the underworld, to get her back.
Reliant on songs of hope and prayer,
To free Eurydice from the attack.
Orpheus' music pierced evil ears.
With his words of sorrow, lifting the shades,
Making the underworld weep, and shed tears,
Making the guard dog, slacken its charades.
Hades hood-winked by the sad sorrow song,
Agreed to let her go on the proviso,
That Orpheus would not look back along
Their journey back from Hell's gate to Soho.
Hades knew well that the urge to look back
By Orpheus would grow and grow too strong
As their path grew lighter from gloom doom black
Love would no longer postpone their duet song.
As light was in sight, journey's end so near,
The longing to see his love one triumphed!
Whispers of doubt echoed drones in his ear.
Surely the pledge he made could be defaulted?
As he looked back and smiled, his love faded.
Eurydice shrunk to ghost, slid away.
Orpheus left alone, gutted and jaded
Was tormented by remorse, tears could not allay
His music now has a somber sad tone,
Seeking some solace in each note he plays,
With his black heart blues hoping to atone
For the love he lost, for wanting love's gaze.
Sophie Helen our cocker spaniel pooch
Loves nothing better than a tiny little smooch
She can hear the ham container the second it pops
Jumping to the top of the couch; her wiggle never stops
We laugh that she can hear a candy wrapper a mile down the road
She loves sugar, beef, and table scraps; she is such a funny toad!
Her best trick by far is running with her stuffed duck in her mouth.
She grabs him for courage, when things seem to turn south.
The duck is called “her baby” and we laugh about it a lot.
It is decrepit, falling apart, with a broken neck, surely distraught.
But it is her baby and she comes running inside
To get it in her mouth when other dogs would be looking to hide.
We see her run back out through her dog door so quickly.
The duck’s head is bobbing, it’s eyes glazed and thickly.
Sophie Helen is our guard dog. She barks strangers away.
Gets so angry at the delivery guys each and every single day.
Another trick she has is the trick to fall asleep everywhere.
On a rug, bare wood floor, bed, couch, or towel covered chair.
Her little dog tongue, lolling out of her mouth, showing pink.
She looks quite dead, but her snoring is loud and succinct.
We adore this little pup, she is our baby, tis true.
If you came to visit, she would be so barkingly angry with you.
Until you had been here two seconds, then she would be in your lap.
Cuddling up in sweet friendship, taking her sweet doggy nap.
*Yo YO yeah, yeah Bet B LeaVE, yeah!
Mr. Lee don’t want 2 B 2 RUDE
I KNOW OUR NOT BUFF,
But girls had enough
Of your ugliness
Someday you’ll git a broken glass
When you Look-N- tha mirror crack
My FRIEND done don’t smell like a fox
Don’t bully my friend or I’ll put you in a box
Don’t come ta mee or yo B dead*
Ma, Name B Brody Hale
I’m a scholar, a book worm sorta’
I caress misunderstandings
Sometimes I git reprimanding’s
Now I may listen, but do adult also listen aren’t we all on different tunes
I hear the same music it’s just they don’t use it
Their impatient banter, cause me to scatter
MakeN us both madder and sadder
Mr. Lee don’t want 2 B the DUDE
I KNOW he’s serious,
But God hasn’t enough
Of your of your faithfulness
Someday you’ll git before the class
When you find all the children laugh
My FRIEND done don’t smell like a fox
Don’t bully my friend or I’ll put you in a box
Don’t come ta me or yo B dead
I’m Mistha Lee’s guard dog B. HALE
Mistha Lee’s
GUARDIAN ANGEL GUARD CHILD
Yeah! I dan’t take Naw mess, I’m Mistha Lee’s Guardian angel kid
5/2/23
*WRITEN BY BRODY HALE*
Co- written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I dive headfirst into Masonite’s wood fibers
compressed baked & primed
blending boundaries of life,
lightning and death’s
cycle of pain in paint
as a path to tranquility treading
through inner turmoil of vibrancy
A hummingbird in her shell breaks away
the triaged torment
for a moment, quietus cabaret on
cacti untamed canvas
conveys an observer in one’s
own collard greens
Tehuana traditional gown
from the Isthmus of Tehuantepec
ripe reds & burnt orange
Oiled in, the gods Xolotl,
guard dog portrayed
Aztec god & fertility goddess
Motherly milky way
flanking figures,
a fiery orb of the sun
& the cool, silvery moon
dualities of balance
Fresco muralist Diego Rivera
cuddled infantile by Kahlo,
adorns a frontal lobe’s
opened third eye
& wears Buddha’s mouth
apprises of oriental wisdom
both his & hers
naïve folk art
enveloped in a cosmic
love embrace of the universe
One hot summer day long ago,
My hubby and I thought we'd go
to barbecue we
accepted with glee
by newlyweds, we got to know.
I said we'd bring baked pork and beans,
A salad of mixed garden greens,
And also, we'd take
A chocolate cake
Plus six-pack of beer, by all means.
Time came in the blink of an eye.
We packed up our picnic supply.
Arrived at their house,
Just me and my spouse,
The only ones who had come by.
We walked to the back of the yard;
And passed their guard dog with regard.
They were so surprised
Upset, they chastised,
"Oh no, you have caught us off guard!"
You see- in their pool, they were found
In 'birthday suits' splashing around.
"The picnic's next week
They yelled with a shriek!"
Embarrassed, we ran homeward bound!
I present
my strategy:
a dignified tower
constructed entirely
of questionable choices
and one slightly hopeful
thought.
I sit beside it,
perfectly docile,
like a guard dog that
only guards snacks
and even then
not well.
then comes
the facetious
breeze—
that tiny smirk
the universe gives
right before nudging
and the
tower
leans—
leans—
le—
a n d
I
p r e t e n d
t h i s
w a s
m y
p l a n
a l l
a l o n g.
My buddy Harley never smiles
Hard to know what’s on his mind.
At times Harley’s not such an enigma.
Come dinner time he’ll surely remind you.
When he’s earned treats he’ll nudge you.
Time for his business? He’ll jingle chimes.
Harley hates winter and lets you know:
His walks are cut short, quick in-and-out.
Harley’s not much of a guard dog,
He’s much too friendly, laid-back and easygoing.
He’s quiet and barely vocal,
Might not bark to save his life.
Harley’s always so excited to see me
He’s got this dance that he performs.
Harley’s the most genuine and wonderful companion
There’ll never be anyone more delightfully affectionate.
AP: 2nd place 2025
7 men upped and left and then where never seen again
Nobody in the factory had a clue as to where and when
Jack's, cup of tea was still warm, stood on the table top
Nothing unusual here, he often left to go to a local shop
He was always back, with butty in hand in time to drink
But, the tap was left running, in the work's kitchen sink
Eric, had left his machine box, half full of nuts and bolts
A picture still left hung up of the wife, and his small tots
Tom work's supervisor his car parked could still be seen
As their bags left in their normal disarray in the canteen
Rest room checked; to see if they were in playing cards
When it was out back, as to check the work's backyards
Davvy's push bike, was still propped up against the wall
Yet, as to the others leaving, not one of them can recall
Wives and parents were called, see if they'd gone home
But, after all inquires of them, nothing was to be known
Management; no choice, we need to lock up for the day
Can't be bothered; about 7 guys, that have gone astray
Next morning came, at the gates, none of them arrived
Even the work's guard dog was left sat a little surprised
Eric always brought him a treat, now was none the wise
Had his best friend; somehow left, under some disguise
Then the police being called, no clues, could be gleaned
Whereas looking up above, had a third party intervened
Some say they dropped the lottery, so all left in a hurry
That; I may add left the wives and girlfriends in a flurry
But, fact is, it's been a year, still they're yet to be found
7 disappearing men, who it seems have gone to ground
Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
I had heard about the new cult in town, the gray rabbit express
It was stated that the followers did not show much happiness
They dressed in gray outfits, dresses usually, and rabbit ears
What is your main concern? I asked the sheriff. What are your fears?
I wonder if these girls were abducted, you need to interview them.
at the gate I was turned around by guard dog named Flem.
knew what his name was because he had a sign on his collar, in blue.
I ran from this compound, feeling threatened, ‘tis true.
The girls did not attend public school, but they sometimes came to town.
never alone; their chaperone was close and always gave a frown.
I tried to speak to them a few times, but they ignored me and my voice.
I gave up finally, said the most aggressive interviewer in town, Mrs. Joyce.
I saw four of them on the street one day, walking in a solemn line.
I said good day and asked how they were, none of them said “fine”.
They ignored me as if I had not spoken at all, brainwashed maybe.
Soon joined by another cult chaperone, her lapel said McGee.