Long Installing Poems
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My friend used to work for a TV rental company,
installing TV's was a 'soft' occupation easily,
during the course of his work, he would meet ladies,
the bored housewife fraternity were all really his.
Good looking, easy sighs, with those bedroom brown eyes,
some people should not be allowed to have such a prize,
he was, and collected the bonuses all along the way,
adjusted the business tie and was the main man in the play.
He said: 'It's easy, why don't you go along and take my tie,'
I thought that I'm not good looking like him, handsome guy,
but why not - it would be a laugh like Ranganathun,
I'd just need to learn a little about TV installation.
The day came, went on my rounds but walked on by,
unfortunately, because all the neighbours were waiting for me,
Note: Ranganathan is an Asian British TV comedy star.
T hanks now Our God we give you praise, glorious is your name.
Holy Father we give thanks to an expression of our gratitude.
And we worship in free will while installing.
Never regretting our confessing celebrating goodness in song in praise.
Keeping praise yet always worshipping God in earnest prayer.
Saving souls while still giving praise glorify God's greatness, thanks to God
6/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
2nd Place placement in the contest
THANKS-ACROSTIC Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
1 Chronicles 29:13
Psalm 19-20
Psalm 95:1-7
The groom will keep his name
whilst she will change hers
to his. We talked over these things
as we constructed a home
that would become home to the new couple.
Some laughed when they asked us
to construx the place.
We put four corners up using poles
we used untreated lumber
interconal and external leaving the walls hollow
we used cobb to fill the walls
we found it best to
construx in quarters
building
to where the bottom of the window would be
and then ramming the cobb into the agapes.
we used cob and concrete
and drove rebar into the softened material.
we put concrete blocks and slabs of stones
in the pre dug trenches
and pour concrete in the bottom before
we began constructing box type walls
that we packed from the ground
and nailed them in place using
the bobcat.
separating the two materials allowed us to
save time by separating the cobb
which meant both parts could cure
separate and we could
continue work
not worrying about overloading the wall
and allowing errors.
we put a barn type roof on using tin and plyboards.
we used a faux stone decorative brick
on the exterior
the place looked authentic and brick.
Inside we used a natural stone ledger panels
to give a Desert look to the inside.
Certain areas inside used sheetrock
which we used mitered edged We cedar
and stained and shelaced the wood
and painted the sheetrock a cream color.
the center of the place had rammed earth walls
four walls that didn't touch but were
join together
using pallet wood
from the floor to the ceiling.
the pallet wood had been treated
with borax and stained.
we explored building topless and bottomless boxes.
and drilling holes
in the dirt
installing poles
and places the boxes around the poles
and filling them wi cob
on our next project
we'd use the same system
to creat rooms with this structure.
and would use te
large beams to
create a roof.
that would use both plyboard and tin.
sixteen by sixteen
centered windows
Destiny is everyone's curse
Diverting every creature to verge of hope
Enveloping every desire,
Without sign of tomorrow's truth
Destiny is a curse
Riding along the sun and the stars,
With dreams and wishes in the midst,
To drive creature's determinations,
While installing sense of belief in their path
Destiny is everyone's curse
Leading the course of time,
Putting faith on the scale
As creatures try to press right buttons
Destiny is a curse
Cutting through centre of the earth,
Invoking different signals
That induce creatures to act distinctively
Destiny could be the turning point
Reinforcing your unflagging energy,
To sign in the register of inspired creatures,
Realise your calling,
And begin new journey meaningfully
You never know when the day begins or until it is complete what twists and turns that day may take…or what people you might meet.
Today a nod to fate…or luck…or what many call destiny…this story revolves around two mechanics, some donuts…a soldier…and one dead car battery.
After a wonderful time the day before…hiking, seeing animals…identifying trees and flowers…we decided to rise early and grab some donuts before visiting Bok Tower.
But when we tried to start our car…the battery was dead…already things were not going our way…it seemed that fate had other plans for the beginning of our day.
After getting a jump from our roadside service…(whom we immediately had called)…we drove to O’Reilly Auto Parts to have a new battery installed.
But this O’Reilly’s didn’t have our battery in stock…(that’s 2 twists of fate if you happen to be keeping score)…But Chris, the manager, found one at Eric’s O’Reilly’s and sent us to his store.
After paying for our new battery…(yes, it was a tidy sum)…and thanking Eric for installing it…we said in unison…”Bok Tower…here we come!”
Our car was running…we were happy…we were only 2 1/2 hours late…and then we remembered our donuts and thought…Bok Tower would have to wait.
As luck would have it…standing in front of us at The Donut Man shop…(which only added to fate’s intrigue)…was a soldier…how did we know he was a soldier?…he was wearing his fatigues.
We thought…we only had a little car trouble that delayed us getting on our way…and how that pales in comparison with what a soldier faces every day
So we told him to put away his money…that we would buy his donuts and whatever else he wanted too…as a way to thank him for his service…it was the least that we could do.
Tom, the soldier, realizing his day was also not going exactly as he planned…smiled, thanked both Deborah and me then before leaving…shook our hands.
Fate finally brought us to Bok Tower…and we’ll not soon forget the wonder fo such a beautiful place…nor the kindness of strangers we met along the way…or the smile on one soldier’s face.
I apologize for the length of this story…let’s just chalk it up to fate…but it is my hope…just like our donuts…oh…and Bok Tower…you found it worth the wait.
My Home Now has a Red Light
By Franklin Price
2/25/2018
My home now has a red light
To say that it's gun free
So criminals are not concerned
When they come for mine and me
I put a sign upon my front door
It's unlocked, just come on in.
In the fridge there is a snack for you
To not eat would be a sin
The jewelry's in the wall safe
Lots of cash, for you, it's free
It's behind our hallway mirror
The combination's 123
The labels on the windows
About a monitored alarm
Are only signs to scare you
Would never want to bring you harm
If you believe these words I've written
You must think I'm really dumb
My neighbors all have weapons
In the homes where I come from
We're all installing red lights
And putting labels on the glass
Come in our unlocked front doors
And we'll put lead in your dumb ass
Like a Crying Baby I've Fallen Lord and You've Pick Me Up- -
Waaa!! hush my child
Says the Father
Like a crying baby, balling;
Shedding tears of shames and sins'
I'm installing sinless child into the womb of a mother;
Her name Mary;
Baby child shall grow-up shall be Savior of the world
All your sins and transgressions forgiven;
All of this to behold, hush now child;
Rejoice, rejoicing;
into your arms Lord;
I have fallen, I have fallen and you picked me up;
Crying baby, balling;
Man, mankind like a crying baby
I've fallen O Lord God and you've pick me up;
I'm crying Father I shall hush;
Into your arms I'll nestle embrace your touch;
Now redeemed covered in grace;
Like a Crying Baby I've Fallen Lord and You've Pick Me Up
Now I shall hush and dry my tear on my face;
No longer crying I have hush;
Like a Crying Baby I've Fallen Lord and You've Pick Me Up
2.23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
Our oppressors have pretended to surrender power,
Yet, beneath the white mask of their false alliance,
They bind our peoples to their dominion,
And doom our lands to the tears of a black winter.
Through secret pacts they devour all our gold,
Installing crowned lackeys to remain in place,
While, beneath the yoke, our people weep,
And watch our vast and precious treasure flee into exile.
It is a theft without cannon, a silent crime,
That casts humanity’s cradle into an anxious cold,
To steal from children their noble destiny.
But Africa’s voice, deep within remembrance,
Proudly rejects the chain in its disguise,
And raises the free man toward his future.
He’s a conman without any conscience
owned by Putin for secrets he keeps
And as long as the blackmail continues
Trump enjoys all the freedom he reaps
He created a trade war with tariffs
turned our allies into enemies
Like a mobster that uses extortion
on each leader he put on the squeeze
All the chaos he makes is intended
part of Project 2025
In the wings, antebellum is waiting
for its faithfully racist to rise
He is burning up all of our treasure
our taxes are paying for ICE
As they threaten and beat on the people
it is Trump retribution, done twice
He’s a loser who’s angry for losing
always yearning for praise of his work
So he’s taking it out on the country
where he’s commonly known as a jerk
He exists to get back at his rivals
as his thirst for revenge never sate
And the stench that we smell is the rotting
of a soul filled with vengeance and hate
He’s dismantling our institutions
and installing himself as a king
With a ballroom where bribery’s welcomed
and the players will all kiss the ring
Truth be told, he’s a swindler and traitor
who is drowning in lies and deceit
He’s the enemy of all that is decent
and a loser who’s feeling the heat
When God doesn't send rain directly to my brown lawn, the lawn looks to me
Whether he knows it or not, I am one one God's earthly watering instruments
I am one of many of God's creatures employed at the water department
I water all my flowers, some of the grass, and I never forget my plum tree
Water doesn't come cheap, and we have government policies about water
It's a serious matter, and one never sees that liquid gold wasted or misused
Certain hours, I can only water three days a week, and that's the water rule
Being conservative in doing our part is the thing that really matters
My investigation found that the high cost of water is due to delivery systems
One small fee for water with a huge price being paid for installing water meters
Water, not money, can be saved with 2-minute showers from hot water heaters
My roses have color, my tomatoes do okay, but a brown lawn is just 'a given'
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