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I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.
Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull lee brief life, nonetheless
made a lasting contribution,
a psalm burr tune folks across webbed
wide world sing to grieve
of recent sorrows past, plus pay
homage to joys summoned from
deep within core of soul bellowed
forth with an exultant heave
perhaps unbeknownst to most Robert Burns
(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) did leave
his lasting legacy, sans (as national poet
of Scotland celebrated worldwide)
particularly the classic traditional chestnut
auld lang syne rendered in many versions
waving white capping
New Year's eve celebration proud
accomplishments one did achieve.
Coincidentally, "Auld Lang Syne"
and "America the Beautiful"
at which juncture, I interject
a historical grace note to mull
how latter named above patriotic
song in the United States,
(lyrics written by Katharine Lee
Bates saw many occasions
after music composed by church organist
and choirmaster Samuel
A. Ward at Grace Episcopal Church
in Newark, New Jersey) dull
lighting oomph and pizazz, extant
since early 1900s, origin gin null
intent format arranged as poem,
"Pikes Peak first published
Fourth of July full
edition of the church periodical
The Congregationalist in 1895,
now sung by mull teat hoods at Super Bowl
every year since 2009, and appeared pull
say ting stadiums at some sports events
after the 9/11 terror attack hull
lob bell loo in 2001.
The song comprises four verses,
one of isung before kick-off
in NFL's showpiece game.
Just by giving cerebral activity free rein,
this inquisitive mind of mine
learned how twenty first century New Year's
celebration include auld lang syne
linkedin with feted mid eighteenth poet
laureate, whose death at thirty seven, his spine
tingling spirit issues forth to give
him immortality almost divine
everlasting longevity within the pantheon
of August artists who humanity did assign
an eternal place future generations will
revere such metrical design.
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
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There’s no guarantee of winning if you put your hat in the ring and have a go.
But I tell you now you’ll definitely not win, if you don’t have a go.
Now I have been around a while and met all sorts of blokes.
I’ve met the ones that are down and out,
And I have met the ones that held their head up high and were too good,
For the likes of blokes like me.
The sort of man who wouldn’t give a pretty girl the time of day,
If she said G’day.
I met one such man not that long ago. He was quite miserable.
Sitting on a park bench, tears running down his old cheeks.
I asked him if he was OK.
He said to me "lad, I am a lonely old man, life has passed me by".
He sat there in a fancy suit, for sure it was worth a pretty quid or two.
He wasn’t a down an outer, looked like he might be rich.
He told me of his life, I was right. He told me of his mansion,
And his fetish for buying classic cars.
He mentioned that he had never wed, had no son and heir.
That’s when I asked him, (I thought it only fair) ,
Just why he hadn't taken a missus.
He tells me, that he didn’t find a woman good enough,
Not that he had really looked.
He said he was quite a catch in his day and sent lots of ladies away.
He always thought one special one would come and sweep him off his feet.
Right there I had to interject, He had the whole thing wrong.
Its you mate, that should have done the sweeping.
Women expect it you know. You find the one you want ,
Then you present yourself up for being at her beck and call.
Flowers and perfume and jewelry if you are rich.
Not doing that is why you were left in the ditch
That’s why you have no loving woman or a family full of kids.
He says to me, "Lad ,
I wish I had met you when I was young
I wouldn’t now be so sad.
I wish I had".
On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny
He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his hair unkempt
And string, as a belt on his ‘trews’
He boarded the train, peoples heads dropped
For fear that his gaze they’d meet
He walked down the aisle, disappointed,
As no-one would give up a seat
I offered the seat beside me
He thanked me for making the space
I replied with a sincere ‘you’re welcome’
And a smile warmed his weathered face
He asked me about my journey
And I asked of his in return
I felt in my heart, that by talking to him
There was much about life I could learn
I bought us both refreshments
As he told of his life’s history,
Once in a while I would interject
With a small anecdote about me
Behind the shabby persona,
Was a man of intelligent mind
He’d lived on the edge in finance,
Made his fortune, left it behind
As his bank account grew he’d lost everything
His family, his friends, his wife
He’d found out, too late, and at great cost
That there was so much more to life
‘You have to stop and smell the roses,
Make some time for those you hold dear’
And as he spoke, down his rugged cheek
I saw the track of a small, salty tear
As we reached the end of our journey
He clasped my hand at our time to part,
He thanked me for my company
And told me I had a good heart
When I got to my lonely hotel room,
I called my daughters on the phone
And told them ‘we’ll be together soon
I’m taking some time off when I get home.’
Sometimes it takes a chance meeting
To give your whole life a shake
I felt I had met my ‘Hermes’
And now had decisions to make
When I got home, I made a decision
The missed years with my girls I’d amend,
My life took a different direction
All down to my indigent friend
You can’t judge a man on appearance
But if you look in their eyes you can,
I knew in the instant I gave up the seat
I had met a remarkable man.
My sister and I have different personalities
Never alike, two peas from the same pod,
but not germinated for the same Winter crop.
We never argue over mundane trivialities.
I like halibut, but she always chooses cod,
and I prefer vacuuming; she loves to mop.
But there is only one topic we cannot discuss
Our political views caused too many disputes
We disagree on the qualities of a President
and had heated debates. Oh, how we did fuss!
When I said Trump was immoral and in cahoots
with crooks, and he was a stubborn old cuss.
She fired back that Biden was senile, much too old
and she didn't like Kamala, which made me sigh.
Round after round we boxed, in verbal objections.
She watched the numbers as voters were polled
and I wanted scissors to cut off Trump's red tie
and no more commercials for Presidential elections.
Finally, I said, "Our bickering is tearing us apart."
She agreed for the need to put an end to our feud.
We're both much happier, but once in a while
she'll mention his name, and I'll say, "Don't start!"
I'd never vote for a man who's crude and lewd.
I can't understand why she can't see that he's vile.
We'll never agree on which man is most deserving
or which one truly lives by America's Constitution.
We avoid politics when we come face to face.
But I know Trump is unfit, and is totally self-serving
Biden isn't perfect, but Trump started a revolution.
He made a mockery of the office. Such a disgrace.
Yes, I blame him for inciting the Capitol subversion
But didn't say a word to her so we'd keep the peace
Sometimes it's still difficult not to interject a belief
so we talk about taking a pleasant holiday excursion
perhaps to the Caribbean or to the isles of Greece.
I'm just glad that we found a way to stop the grief.
If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?
A pain-free god’s what you expect?
It seems creation's architect
is oft accused by means direct
(an argument they resurrect),
of child abuse, pain and neglect,
a charge to which I must object.
Though I'm not needed to protect,
still neither shall this go unchecked.
Although I mean no disrespect,
I think when one is circumspect,
allows not logic to defect,
to fancy, does not genuflect,
and stops carefully to reflect,
they, too, will see the disconnect.
For when they do, I do suspect,
unwittingly, Godhead bisect
(it's rare, if I may interject,
that they might attempt to trisect),
considering not, in effect,
that though there are three intellects,
their wills, communal, intersect,
their overlap complete, correct.
Now you may ask what this affects,
but what it means is all aspects
of common will and dialect,
are locked in a direct connect,
such that when one of them elects
to carry out a plan perfect,
none are diminished, none henpecked,
nor subject to a misdirect,
nor actions that might disaffect,
nor any sovereign state rejects
(hence child abuse notions are wrecked).
I have the scriptures to inspect;
in these I cannot recollect
attempts from truth to redirect,
so I eject as incorrect
the notion that God did elect
to avoid pain, to disinfect,
but rather, chose pain to connect
with life, with us, and with respect,
through Christ, and not in retrospect.
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
What is, true love
Love is what does;
and how do you know you love someone;
Did you forgive your enemy;
Did you give a charity;
Did you do more than show me;
show me that you know me;
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
And that you know what true love is
Man says it's a melting feeling an essence;
I say it's beyond the every vision;
A thought within love sense of peace;
A look a warm embrace;
A gentle peck, a kiss on the face
What is love
Is it a verb;
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
And do you, will you show me
Will you love me like the Father God says you ought too;
Let me interject. . . .
is love kindness, does it understand, is it supported, comforts forgiving receiving is this love is this love;
is love respected, believed patent, judgmental, is it trusting, dearest warmth and beloved;
Are any of these things love;
What does God say love is;
Like Christ would you die for your
Friend, your sister, your brother,
Your father, your mother, any other fellow human;
Always Forgiveness, Always Obedience,
Could these be the meaning of Love as Per God;What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
08/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology "True love as per God"
I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you
Who even are you?
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's changed ya,
Are you even any happier?
Because you seem snappier,
crabbier and on occasion angrier,
So it seems you're more unhappier,
Than happier
Money talks apparently,
And we know all about your currency,
That's your hot topic your money
Money money, Ain't it funny.
Not!
Its really not interesting,
Listening
Again and again as you boast,
No one's remotely engrossed,
About your latest big spend,
Or your new rich friend,
How's the air up there?
On that high horse, ne'er
Even the horse can't bear it,
It would appear I'm now a misfit,
I no longer fit, Your new adylic life
I'm unfit, oh dear god the strife!
Unfortunate isn't it,
Because if we rewind just a bit,
Once upon a time we were close
We were tight knit as apposed
To now!
You were my hero pow,
I aspired to be just like you!
I worked so hard to,
Just to get your approval,
Yet all I received was disapproval
But when I really needed you,
You didn't care, it's true
You weren't there
I'm still suprised,
That I was surprised,
But What did I expect,
Mr Scrooge
Too swop in and interject,
Yeah right that's funny in hindsight,
But!
I soon realized and saw the light,
And I guess that's just how money,
Talks! money money money
Apparently
In a rich man's world, only money talks
therefore you only talk,
You guessed it About your money
Hunny! Ain't it funny,
Not!
But that's how it goes,
In a rich man's world! I suppose
Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few
Bad and ugly times, we both admit at times things were, a bit of a mess,
All kinds of intertwined, confused but along the way making some progress
On the grand masterpiece of all masterpieces – writing bliss
At first polite, we take in turns, to interject with collaborative words,
Until the air hits us hard, take a breath, where’s your etiquette, manners and respect,
My turn pen, I command, continue on to write, scribbling like an erratic bird’s nest.
Pen resists and spits its ink, a dirty blob from its nib…how rude
All smudged and slurred is a dribbling rambling of everything crude
Across the page leaking its ink, clearly from excessive drink
Dancing on thin ice, my drunken pen decides to try and entice
Inviting me to envelope, his muscular body with smooth fingers
Such fraternisation you drunken sleaze, how do you expect to please
The love of your life, giving you permission to write and express your ink with ease
Drunken pen is at a loss as reflects on his drunken state, its very late
Blubbering relaxed words across the page, deep within and obscure
Then I realise that my drunken pen is sometimes a little insecure
He has a way of making me melt when I think of his 50 shades of blue
Each drink of ink that fills his nib, that prints our words, that stains my skin
Is in every way the partnership of creative bliss and my perfect hue
2nd October 2012
Written for Drunken Pen - Part 2 Contest
I’ve been wise in my own eyes. Intellect.
Eyes shut not wanting to let light interject, and it’s dark.
I can’t see, thus I’m sent walking with a blindfold.
And I hold, my own understanding.
Landing in the palace of pride.
Remove this log from my eye
I beg freedom
Wanting to leave simple ways behind me.
The days that you’ll find me walking in understanding.
Acknowledging a sacred friend.
Wisdom. I invite you in.
Would you make yourself at home while I agree to your decisions.
I’m ready to give you my mindset
Shatter it and cut with great precision.
Welcome. You’re altogether wise, and I’m not.
How we’ve hung time and again before
But now I open up the door because I need more
And I’m tired of caressing a counterfeit. Logic.
And I can’t see.
So you point me towards my table
Asking for a rag to wipe off these affections.
Now that it’s clean, you set before me your correction
First lesson. She says, you must eat right,
For my mouth speaks what is true.
I talk, you listen. I rebuke, you move.
So I pay attention.
In yielding to her precision while she cuts.
Pride steady screaming this sucks, but I must hear.
So I draw near.
Not knowing if I’d be left breaking with tears
But I’ve invited you
You’ve wanted to speak with me but I’ve had walls
Those in which you’ll now bring down
So I stand as light interjects, setting the table with freedom.
Folly and pride, I don’t need them
I need you. Stay with me.
Make wise my heart.
Happy New Year Seventeen
By Franklin Price
1/1/2017
Happy New Year seventeen. Sixteen has reached its end.
It's over and it's done with, there's nothing to append.
Seventeen's upon us, sixteen was somewhat grim.
We must stop treading water and begin again to swim.
There's lots of blame to go around, for what is in the past.
What say we work together, to get something done at last.
We're supposed to be self governing, not ruled by royalty.
Let us start in seventeen, to make it how it ought to be.
Participate in politics, interject what you believe.
Keep the politicians honest; the ones who practice to deceive.
The president elect, wants to make us great again,
To fight him, not assist him, would be a governmental sin.
Make all the red lights turn to green; with a caution here and there.
Throw the flag, and call a penalty, when the playing is not fair.
Help make this year the best we've seen, in this (new?) century.
We the people, with God's help, can make it how it ought to be,.
Make this year the best you can for yourself and family.
Try to work with others to make us who we ought to be.
Forget about the parties, whose agendas are not right.
Help to bring us from the dark and out into the light
May you personally be happy and healthy in your life
Have the necessary means to minimize your strife,
A safe place for your family, necessities you need,
But not so much, you're overcome, by unnecessary greed.