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They tumble out of cars
That are booming with sound
We teachers know they live in houses
Where they cannot think
Some as young as five
They fall asleep at their desks
Before lunch and we cannot wake them
Because their brother had video games glowing all night
So they could not sleep
Some as young as five
We teachers can barely stand the noise
As their parents pull up to pick them up
After they have had a trying day at school
Trying to adjust to silence which they do not understand
Trying to fill it with all the noise they can
And getting in trouble for it
We ask the parents what time their bed time is
The parents say seven o’clock
We do not stay at the car long
Because we cannot bear the blasting from their radios
Which they do not seem to hear
This does not bother us half as much
As them not seeing their children
Who are five and have no voice
Ugah Fugah (A moralistic tale)
.Ugah Fugah lived in a cave,
away back at Earths dawn.
You would have really liked him.
( he never cut the lawn.)
Now eating was a hassle,
there was no local store.
You had to chase and kill.
( a lot of blood and gore.)
Unless you were a veggie.
There were lots of fruit and fishes
and there was no washing up.
( he didn"t have no dishes.)
His cave it was quite sparse,
no paper on the walls.
He had a few cave paintings.
( but that was really all.)
The view was picturesque,
a Planners dream for sure.
It really did look nice.
(like a glossy pic brochure.)
Ugah Fugah was a guy
who thought he had it made.
Surrounded by young ladies.
( their attention did not fade.)
Especially when by accident,
he started a small fire.
Just by hitting flint together.
( that"s all that was required.)
But the flames they just got higher,
and then it was no joke!
The whole place disappeared.
(up in a puff of smoke.)
There was no Fire Brigade,
it really was a Buggah,
and guess who got the blame.
(poor old Ugah Fugah.)
He really was the first,
that as this New World turned.
To find himself in trouble!
(and get his fingers burned.)
And it is true today,
a glowering look "I" catches,
when I hear Mother say.
("Don"t ever play with MATCHES!)
I have a daughter who smiles a lot.
She always has stuff or things she got.
With silly white lies she does all day.
She likes to be notice and get her way.
With frowns she tries to make.
She thinks she can take.
My little daughter is wise.
When she knows she is in trouble she cries.
She wakes up in a cranky mood.
I scold her once and she understood.
She says things to confuse.
And she has a short fuse.
My daughter is open hearted.
But she gets me started.
I can talk all day and she would just say.
Daddy be quiet and stay.
She reaches with her arm in extension.
She wants to seek my attention.
Cheeky she is when she denies.
And now she knows her white lies.
It does not get her anywhere.
And daddy she knows care.
Why do I have to write
this poem?
I had to find the words,
and then put them
in the correct order.
It’s not just another work!
It’s like I’m doing an old dance
from the 60s called The jerk.
So why do I have to
write this poem?
Let’s start with a thirty day
money-back guarantee.
How come it’s only thirty days?
What ever happened to
Satisfaction guaranteed
Or your money back.
I had to bring in my receipt.
They canceled my reservation
for a weekend retreat.
Now can someone tell me
why, do I have to write
this poem?
Customer service
didn’t keep track,
I want my money back!
When I spoke to the
lady behind the counter.
I knew she wouldn’t regret it,
When I turn down
the company credit.
That’s when she quoted
the phrase that pays…
Then you’ll have to wait
a week, to ten days.
Oh, and by the way,
There’s a restocking fee of five dollars.
I started to holler
as I reached for her collar.
But my better half
pulled me out the door.
A good thing too,
the police were parked
outside the store.
Before it could get any worse.
I filed a complaint with
The better business bureau
and the Chamber of Commerce.
But I didn’t stop there,
I put in a call,
My grandson
works in City Hall.
Now tell me, why do married men
get in trouble,
when a gorgeous woman walks by?
I got new neighbor’s
and I won’t lie,
I’m already tired of hearing
their babies cry.
Now! Can someone tell me!
Who let the water run dry?
When there looking for someone to blame.
Why do they call my name?
People may think I’m insane,
so I’ll just sit down,
and let someone else complain.
Mothers and daughters to the factory floor
The country's in trouble we're off to War
All the young men in battle over there
Everyone pitchs in to do their own share
Can we find meaning for what seems insane?
Tools for destruction we help build the planes
In the end so many men will be lost
Families destroyed but a piece of the cost
The goal is freedom paid for with young lives
Children orphaned, mothers no longer wives
Nineteen fortyfive our victory day
Row upon row all the dead soldiers lay
Still it seems we repeat mistakes from the past
We thought that our lessons were made to last
Peace temporary we keep going back
We can't claim truth if it's us who attack
.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture
the robot with navigation control
seeking cactus fruit and rare stones
the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns
embordered in to silks and cottons
from the looms of yarners the warmth of a poncho
a tent and rv for staying
CORLEO for exploration
"the area known as desert Tulips."
The vibrant blooms of the Adenium Obesum
they sought to find the treasures in
a complicated environment.
peyote, a cactus with a button-like crowns
she spoke again in a much noticeable tone
her voice a soothing distinctive tone
a songlike chant a melonic flow
Banda the brasses and woodwinds
could her melonic tone as she spoke
nearly singing, she soothed me into her words
we came upon an outcrop of assorted rocks
one to include agate, amethyst, beryl, fluorite,
garnet, opal, barite, calcite, chalcedony,
jasper, quartz, lapis lazuli, and malachite.
walking barefoot on the concrete slab of the trailer
makes her feet as black as tar
Yeshu"a bin Yusef she spoke
of her troubles and in trouble
I will speak this name she said
then I shall seek remedy
and seek solution to our needs
all while not telling what
the crown of the desert
really meant
I felt used and foolish.
My company to her nothing special
as her next friend shall be the same.
Nothing specail, just a mere person
A polarizing perception of a weak man.
The Myth of belonging
just woman exploiting men.
A Brothel in 1800's is belived to be a myth
until a truck of gold is found
and a book with the names of many
people discovered
"Mujer tribal puta" was the cover-up
and now we know why.
they hasd discovered how to use
wires to communicate
and wished to keep
it a secret.
the Joshua Trees rattle from
Quakes.
When Words Don’t Come Easy”
Today is the kind of day when words don’t come easily. The bouquet of flowers arrives at the house, and I find myself grappling with acceptance. Is she truly gone? Am I prepared to make arrangements, to return there? Can I bear the pain, am I ready?
The calls await—those conversations where condolences are offered, where the words “I’m sorry for your loss” hang in the air. Today, words feel elusive, like butterflies slipping through my fingers.
Preparing for death is a daunting task. Grief wears a mask, and I suppress my emotional pain. I tell myself to remain logical, to cling to biblical thinking. But it rushes over me, relentless.
My prayer for the day echoes Psalm 34:18: “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” And I hold onto the truth that God is our refuge, our strength—an ever-present help in trouble.
May these words bring solace and strength during this difficult time. ??
Chance I touch what I feel physicologically
Matter I am not real
Death do hungers
Life no longer
The shadow fades torn
Cold fossil was once warm
So say goodbye
Spirit rose now it rise
Life no longer
God's breath taken away
What's left is pungent clay
So say goodbye
Friends and family cry
As they say farewell
There is only loneliness
Then I miss your flesh
Life no longer life no longer
A minute a second a flashing light
Mediocrity crashes wrong and right
Wait a minute there's more to it
No it ain't it is finished
Life is no longer
So say good night
Not but unrequited love
Tormented tears stay in trouble
Not but a stolen Bliss
Membrane so a long a kiss
I reminisce
It just took a second there's more to it than this
For a last it is finished
Life is no longer
2/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
“A prayer of thanks:
God, I asked you for a flower and you gave me a bouquet.
I asked you for a friend, someone that would stay.
You gave me someone like no other.
I didn’t expect someone as wonderful as my brother.” By the poet.
This is me on my way to school.
Oh that’s my brother, he is slow, but not a fool.
He is my big brother, but still a little kid.
Kids don’t tease him. I would make trouble if they did.
He is sweet and kind, though he breaks my toys.
He won’t play with any of the other boys.
Jeremy stays around me, when he is not learning.
Some silly girls are afraid of him, that’s most concerning.
My friends all like Jeremy, and he likes them too.
I think they all know, not to like him, just would not do.
Sometimes at home, he gets all the attention.
More love, kisses and cuddles, I guess I shouldn’t mention.
Sometimes I think I was born, for Jeremy, for me to look after,
When I say this to my parents they answer with laughter.
I have had to grow up fast. Jeremy gets bigger, but he stays a little kid.
I will be glad when I am seven at last. I wish he grew smarter like I did.
I love my brother and we will always be together.
I will always be a good sister and look after him forever.
Well, here we are at the school gate,
I hurry to take him to his class so I don’t get in trouble, for being late.
Cool Dip In the Pool
The sun didn't hide, so it was hot outside,
I could have baked a cake.
I decided to bum and jump in the pool, it wasn't cool,
my dog Doodle that was deaf was basking on a raft,
so, I started to ask, as I laughed,
the next-door neighbor's poodle Saber
in a flash bump into me and jumped in and caused a splash.
By that time, I'd become a wet noodle,
Doodle and the neighbor's poodle Saber had won once more.
I started to bubble, I knew I was in trouble
so, I doubled back inside the house before I died
and made a path for a cool bath.
My spouse the louse just stood there laughing
as the buttons started flying
as I took off my blouse.
I said, Sonny. What so funny?
I'll give you some honey
if you join me in the cool tub
and give me a rub.
8/19/2018