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Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Together we'll splash around in mud spots eating tater tots.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
There's no time for a baby snooze for the sun we shall lose!
I'll have you hold the phone books while I get a cookie from the high nooks.
Here is my newborn brother to to celebrate the day!
Slip 'n' slides and kiddie pools, otter pops and pizza!
You have no idea the magic things hidden beyond your eyelids!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
You do like sleeping, don't you? This we'll have to fix.
Maybe mom can whip you up a snack of caffeinated Chex-Mix.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
We will certainly rule the planet together one day, you and I.
As King Brothers: Your Highness Who Does Stuff and Your Highness Who Doesn't.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
Yawwwckk, now I'm sleepy, move your teeny arm a smidgen.
Maybe tomorrow when we're both awake we'll catch a pigeon.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
(Zzzzz...)
4/30/11
"Brotherly Love"
Matt Caliri
Telephones are melting minds,
digital waves are cooking brains.
Facebook is our judge and jury.
An old man is eating ice cream cones,
one after an another.
He is sniffing little girls hair
unaware that anyone is watching.
I think his strange demeanor
signals that he doesn’t care
about America, just the Ukraine -
maybe we should move there,
might be safer?
Idiots shout into their cellphones
and the whole world is now a telephone booth;
global warming is a dire warning
and apparently methane is the scourge of the earth.
We more responsible citizens
are just trying hard not to fart.
MY CANCER JOURNEY
(so far)
Cancer comes and disappears
2 years pass, it reappears
More tests done confirm our fears
Cancer raised it's ugly head
A diagnosis we truly dread
Hormone therapy and radiation
Hopefully aimed at right location
Many trips to Allen Blair
3 more years and all seems fair
Then rising PSA we dread
Cancer raised it's ugly head
More appointments and more tests
Seems this cancer never rests
Cancer now has spread to bones
Drugs and therapy we hope postpones
The spread of this ugly plight
I don't have time, hold the phone
More shots to delete testosterone
And now I'm on abiraterone
And also add in prednisone
And what comes next remains unknown
My life is in God's hands, I pray
Regardless what oncologists say
I am so thankful for this day
I pray that God will let me stay
On earth for a bit more time
(I kinda like it here)
AMEN
ALLOW ME TO COME---
This building is full
Full of love
All the people
Surrounded
Are…..
Rejoicing, rejoicing
Raising voices
Singing Glory Hallelujah unto the Lord
Our God
Why won’t you let me in?
So I can sing
I too want to be in the number
Let me in
So that I may sing praises to our King
Allow me to come
Come into worship the King
Come; allow me, me to come in
And if you don’t
If you do not choose to
Then that’s OKAY gonna git my prasz on anyway;
This building is full
Full of love
All the people
Surrounded
Are…..
Rejoicing, rejoicing
Raising voices
Singing Glory Hallelujah unto the Lord
Our God
You can serve God alone
And it’s somewhat OK
If the church in its self doesn’t want you here
We got to see God for ourselves
But you don’t live here in the valley, on this mountain alone
So hold the phone, drop everything you don’t live on this world by yourself;
Let’s share the blessings, of the Father
Each and everyone come on let’s praise Him all together open up….
So now that I am;
Now let US sing
Let’s remember we’re all in the number
Let us praise Him, together, let us praise Him together
So that I may sing praises to our King
01/07/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019