Long Hamburger Poems
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Raindrops are not tear drops this should be fun Falling drops of rain are like a hamburger bun
Hope this does not hurt your brain reshaping your perception of the rain
Not to cause friction and shed no tears without cohesion drops would have no peers
Falling through the air like little magnets the whole sheet a latticework of dragnets
Do not be sad with little tail dragging behind when you stick out your tongue open your mind
Not for this conception’s paucity nor for the internal viscosity
but for the joy that is upon your tongue that's not a teardrop but a hamburger bun
People, open ended, bargain BASEMENT
Everything’s on the fence, quickly done;
Fifty-nine cent penny candy, and plastic bubble gum;
Quick decision, triple vision
Saints on the run;
We all need an relationship, a relationship with God
Pray for healing, no more drug dealings, spit out that aspirin…
Pulpit screaming
Of neighborhood robbing, drive by shootings, murders and guns
Every LIFE MATTERS
NRA and the Political systems a joke…
Anyway though….
Don’t need no religion, don’t need no religion
With any of my decisions;
All I need, all we need is a
We need an relationship with God
We all need a one on one relationship with God, with God
All I know it that;
You and I aren’t right;
And that when you’re up, you’re UP but after this, (after that comes) comes the fall;
That just beats all
Pulpit screaming
Of neighborhood robbing, drive by shootings, murders and guns
Every LIFE MATTERS
NRA and the Political systems a joke…
Anyway though….
Don’t need no religion, don’t need no religion
With any of my decisions;
All I need, all we need is a
We need an relationship with God
We all need a one on one relationship with God, with God
We all need an relationship, a relationship with God
Blue horizons, grown men crying;
Bout’ what not they haven’t accomplished
Grown men yes they to do need love and hugs
Help them Lord, Oh God, help them Lord;
In life you see only in God is there victory
I want to be free in the spirit of Christ
Slow ambitions day old hamburger buns
In the winter time placing my tongue on the frozen fence post
Children though that this was just fun
Prayer of deliverance
Man’s wheeling’s and dealings, will we ever past the tests;
Don’t need mercy we’re had are duties
Warring on now we protest
My best is not second best, I insist;
Wonder faces, beautiful places;
Quick decision, triple vision
Saints on the run pray for healing
No more drug dealings, pulpit screaming
Of neighborhood robbing all the drive by shootings murders and guns
Don’t need no religion, don’t need no religion
All I need ever need is…
All we need is a relationship with God
Let us pray on
We need an relationship with God
10/28/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by Jonathan Kabore
From Anthology “ KABORE PRAISE “ 2010, 2019©
Redundant Again
By Elton Camp
There’s an expression hard to beat
It’s a reference to “hamburger meat”
Here’s another that’s too often seen
Come and use our “ATM machine”
In a storm, folks always “hunker down”
But to “hunker up” is not ever found
An “advance reservation” is quite wise
You can’t do it afterward with many tries
There’s no sense to “aid and abet,”
Since the same meaning they get
Then consider the name “balsa wood”
Surely “wood” has to be understood
A “brief moment” certainly can’t be long
Otherwise, the very expression is wrong
Why use the two words “cancel out”
When cancel alone shows what’s about
Contemplate the words “cash money”
Doesn’t it actually sound rather funny
In “closed fist” I really have to insist
That “closed” is essential if it’s a fist
Ingredients you have to “combine together”
You can’t combine apart even if you rather
“Completely filled” uses two words when it’s true
When “filled” alone would be all we need do
We “confer together” because there’s no art
That will somehow allow us to confer apart
We “could possibly” carry out the plan
Gives nothing new that we can understand
The “current incumbent” is the one in now
An “incumbent” has to be current anyhow
How could it be that we say “exact same”
When identical is what the two words name
We ordinarily will speak of a “face mask”
Where else could a “mask” go I have to ask
So if I trip then I have to “fall down”
If I fall up, then gravity isn’t around
A plane, we say, will “fly through the air”
Could it fly through the water over there?
Enter a “PIN number” when using a debit card
That “PIN” already says number can’t be too hard
A fly is crawling on the “nape of her neck”
Where else is a “nape” located by heck?
Then there’s the expression “overused cliché”
Could a “cliché” possibly be any other way?
A “pair of twins” surely does imply there are two
Any other number with “twins” just wouldn’t do
And now think about the words, “sole of the foot”
Where else is it that a “sole” could possibly be put?
Another example of redundancy is “tuna fish”
“Tuna” can’t be anything else even if we wish
In our writing, unneeded words we should eliminate
Lest our postings others should actually come to hate
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)
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 was waiting to see if you would come to take a bath in the island sun and throw your towel on the sand and soak your winter in my pleasure.
I was hoping that you would come to celebrate the Fourth of July with me and sample the island’s white rum.
You can taste our chicken jerk, their dogs hot, smoked hamburger and barbecue resting on the shoulder.
You can have a long glass of cane juice and escovitch fish served on a platter, and when you are done, you can walk with me about the yard and warm yourself in the island sun.
Come and celebrate the Fourth of July with me, and bring your friends, coworker, children, spouse and family.
Come and celebrate the Fourth of July with me to honor congress declaration of Independence of the colonies' and their separation from Great Britain; come and celebrate the fourth of July with me to honor George Washington and Joe. Biden’s legacy.
Come and celebrate the fourth of July with me to remember all the lives that were lost and those that paid a brutal sacrifice in American war of Independence from Britain.
Those brave men and women gave their lives for a free America to have a cup of tea in peace and to trade their coffee without taxation; Adams, Thomas, and Jefferson were significant deal breakers in American war of Independence
April 4th 1776 was an historical day when Britain and America went their separate way and the tea taxation war was over, but Britain and America still maintain that special relationship.
Come celebrate the fourth of July with me and watch the fireworks mounting up from the earth and exploding in the sky in a spectacular scene that surreal.
This American tradition is enjoyed throughout the land; families always gather together hugging and loving one another while they watch the fireworks parade in the sky lighting up the world. This magnificent view will make your dream come true.
Come celebrate the fourth of July with me and erect a make shift table in a hot balloon; we will float around the world and stop in France before the meeting begin.
You will gather the young protesters together and take them out for supper, tell them that you love them and declare that the war is over. Come celebrate the fourth of July with me.
The road is open wide for everyone to drive, the road is open wide for everyone to experience a better life, those living at the back door have to move closer to the shore and those that have no place to go can join a new team if you are not mean.
I have no faith in reasons; one that has put mankind out of season, when the logic is right you have to make the right choice before you roll the dice.
Keep your heads up when you are in the rut and ride like a wild horse with destiny up and down the track , the universe will embrace you and the galaxy will comfort you.
The road is open wide for everyone to take a ride, stop at the petrol station and full up your tanks, go to the convenient store and order beer galore, get some chicken burger, hamburger and pork burger, add some chicken wings and chicken nuggets to the list, add a bucket of fried potato chips and fill up your dish.
Today is junk food day so don’t let your belly go astray, today is junk food day you will have it your own way. You can eat and scream on the road, full up your jaws or vomit through your claw and when the day is done you can tell everyone that you had clean fun.
The road is open wide for everyone to come and join. The concert is on so bring a friend and join the notorious band, it is blow out time so come and join the summer ride, the bells are ringing, the children are singing, the dancers are on the floor and the audience is shouting for more.
I have all forms of music to synchronize with your mood, oldies and goodies to lift you out of the precipice; calypso and hip-hop to make you feel hot. The classical and modern sound will lift you out of the dark and the rhythms and the blues will give you brand new shoes.
The road is open wide so let’s have some fun tonight. Passion is running wild and romance is flying in the sky. The submarine is resurrected from the bottom of the stream to coordinate with my dreams,.
I don’t have much ambition but I am destined to carry on, I will pull you out of the gutter and give you a seat around the table to join the debate and have a slice of the cake before it is too late. The road is open, let’s go and conquer the rest of the show.
Come on and open me up
Come on and open me up
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your gracious, intriguing box
Think outside the box – they all say
I don’t mind at all, doing the laundry and I always wear mismatched socks
Think outside the box all day, everyday
Spread glitter all over my body
I don’t care much about everybody,
Looking my direction in laughter
I know I look like a total disaster
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your gracious, intriguing box
Think outside the box – they all say
I don’t mind at all, doing the laundry and I always wear mismatched socks
Think outside the box all day, everyday
I knew all along that you would recognize
My shadows and reflections in your eyes
Realize you are stronger than you realize
I am like the hamburger without the fries
Come on and open me up
Come on and open me up
Come on and open me up
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your gracious, intriguing box
Think outside the box – they all say
I don’t mind at all, doing the laundry and I always wear mismatched socks
Think outside the box all day, everyday
Now, I dance with me, myself and I
It’s all about me, hon, I cannot deny
Open me up, come on…come on…
Open me up till the break of dawn
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your gracious, intriguing box
Think outside the box – they all say
I don’t mind at all, doing the laundry and I always wear mismatched socks
Think outside the box all day, everyday
The walls are closing in on me once again
Left wondering where the hell you been…
Open me up, come on…come on…
Open me up till all of me is gone!
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your gracious, intriguing box
Think outside the box – they all say
I don’t mind at all, doing the laundry and I always wear mismatched socks
Think outside the box all day, everyday
Leave me be, haters of the deep
Stop being judgmental, you creep
I long for a good night’s sleep…
I long for a future, frog-like leap
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your gracious, intriguing box
Come on and open me up as well as you do with your new pair of clean socks
Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
This book took the do-it-yourselfers by storm:
"How To File Your Own Taxes" by May Linda Form.
If this one's available, I'm calling dibs:
"Let's Cook in the Backyard " by Barbie Q. Dribs.
If that one is sold out, this might fit the bill:
"The Perfect Hamburger" by Patty O'Grill.
If you don't have time for the whole book, just scan it:
"Naming Your Newspaper" by Dale E. Planet.
This one's selling out, be the first on your block:
"You Must Bring My Daughter Home" by Ada Clock.
One book I've been wanting I think really rocks:
It's called "Spooner's Footwear". It's by Susan Shocks.
You students may need this one for your next quiz:
"It's All About Nature" by Ollie G. Whiz.
And speaking of science, this one is debateable:
"Decomposing Organisms" by O. deGradable.
If you know a student, I'm sure they will love:
"Better Test Taking" by Olive D. Above.
At 70 cents, this old book is a cheapie:
"Hypnosis Tricks" by U. R. Barry Sleepy.
For those with a more Catholic upbringing:
"Be On Time For Church" by Isabel Ringing.
Need help thinking quicker? This one's on the button:
"Reacting in Crises" by Olive O'Sudden.
You could take this one on your longer vacations:
"Destroyer Warfare" by Mandy Battlestations.
To order this title, you may have to beg:
"My Very Small Breakfast" by I. Ada Negg.
I know of a fitness book you ought to buy:
"I'm Living Forever" by Dawn Wanda Dye.
This could be a best-seller, I have no doubt:
"It's None of Your Business, You Twit!" by Bud Out.
You may think these books are for real. If you do,
there's a nice bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you!
Birdie’s Bar
August 19, 2008
To the old Plymouth
Mom came to salvage her brood
We’d hear the crunch of gravel beneath her feet
She dragged us three sleepy eyed girls
Sullen
Curious
Non-entities
We took our mealy mouths up and followed her
Out of the warm, closed-in car
We all had to go to the bathroom
We all hoped for a treat
She always remembered us
As we were
Tucked away in a locked car, somewhat threatened
Injured by time, her pleadings, his resignation and defeat
The door opened
The smoke escaped into our eyes
We traipsed around tables with yakking customers
Drinking liquid sunshine
Gut-rot
Spewing epithets
We bounced off the stools plastic corners
Cracked with resistance of our efforts to spin them as we passed
If luck had its way
Birdie would be playing the boomerang
Her platinum hair bobbing up and down with her
Wrinkled body
We looked for Dad and he looked for us
What did he wish?
Sometimes he treated us to a hamburger
Or we’d get our orange Nezbit sodas and peanuts to take back out to the car
We were grateful for any small thing then
He’d come to us sometimes
He leaned over us smelling like Lucky Strikes and Budweiser
His smoldering gray work shirt, his worn jeans,
His blue blood- shot eyes, sad and forlorn,
Love passed like a vapor between us and
Fear was a given, a constant companion
No one knew anything about
The bar was noisy with men’s bawdy laughter
The wicked laugh of a man at a woman he scorned
Or she;
The evil empire, the corporation,
The low pay, the idealistic boss
The economy
The lost hunt for a deer that got away
The hunger for a justice they knew little of
And contributed less
The laughter was
For the pain they protected
Everyone’s pain
The beer flowed and frothed while
The pang of the women who left them
And the pain of the children who stayed
Out in the car
Hung around Birdie’s Bar
Reminds me of a rattlesnake
We killed in the summer
All the ‘car’ children
Hiked the hills
Around the bar
About five of us
Roamed like Indians
Whooping over sagebrush
Determined to create
The sunshine somewhere other
Than at Birdie’s Bar