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I quiver with excitement.
Here comes Big Hand.
Will she pick me up?
Big Hand picks up a pink paper clip.
Pink paper clip sticks her tongue out at me; we loathe each other.
She always thinks she’s all that when she gets chosen over me.
I can do small jobs too, you know, I think with a sigh.
My arch enemy, clipped to the top of several sheets of white paper is lying on her side now, gloating.
I cannot believe her smug grin.
Big Hand is moving again toward me.
Choose me! Choose me! I yell, but only in my mind, as I have no voice.
Big Hand picks up a pen and begins to write, types on the keyboard.
Plick. Plick. Plick. Plick. Plick. Plick. She types fast.
Picks up gray eraser, furiously tears him apart all over the paper.
I am relieved she never does that to me.
Typing again.
Plick. Plick. Plick. Plick. Plick.
Stops.
Decimates eraser a bit more. Scrapes his skin off onto the floor.
I feel hopeful because I almost always get used after Big Hand does this much typing.
This is always when she needs me the most.
I listen to keyboard clicking for three days, and two nights.
On Wednesday morning Big Hand moves precariously close to me.
Is this my day? I seize up with excitement.
She slides a bunch of papers into my large metallic mouth.
Snap. Snap.
She looks at the teeth I have left.
Smiles. Satisfied.
I happily stick my tongue out at pink paperclip.
Who is the top dog now?
Everyone attempts to put a price on everything.
From jobs, to going on vacation.
Fluctuating gas prices, the necessities we can't live without. The cost of everything is going up.
There really isn't too much that people haven't put a stature to the almighty dollar which constantly diminishes everyday.
We barely have enough time as it is without hustling trying to make time for the things that we truly care about and seem to neglect, having to constantly look at the clock.
It robs us of the sincerity that follows.
A genuine smile that is very courteous but is also rushed at the same time.
Somehow we've come to the idea that we need a certain amount of money to truly enjoy ourselves.
Big businesses know this very well.
They expect us to cling on to the vast images that we see flashed in front of us in subliminal advertisement.
Via television, social media, or word of mouth without realizing that too much time has already passed.
About the only thing we truly take for granted are the moments that we finally remember to breathe and cherish the very same moments we remember to smile.
Forgetting who we are in the process of trying to make ends meet while maintaining the perception if it's ever enough.
If at all possible, today I want you to press pause on the things that make you smile
And live in that moment for as long as possible.
As it doesn't cost a thing to smile, it doesn't cost a thing to greet someone with a genuine embrace.
It doesn't cost a thing to sit back and breathe for a second or two.
Set a limit to how much you give of yourself.
Because those whom take, will only continue to take
it's about time I pick you up from the bottom
because you'll make it a problem
I evolve them
come back at me with issues, I solve 'em before you got to 'em
paid a price but i not the one who bought 'em
spit it out because you can't even swallow them
Hastily, they look at me like i'm shady but they do not pass because there is no grading me, let them es be afraid of me
let us watch what the world has made of me
do not look down because there is no degrading me
can't you see how i rock at the top, this rhythm non stop like a bubble pop,pop
everywhere i go i explode, i got melody, i got flow
bring it down real low, i fly solo, hey yolo
I only live once surrounded by stupidity and little s pulling whack jobs and crazy stunts, I'm on the hunt
let's take a shot at some new rhyme, can't escape this time
you fall right into the line of fire
you wanna be someone I admire? do you have what it takes to take down a whole empire?
or are you a liar?
you think you're hired?
es take the burn while i'm on fire
are you getting tired?
es still wired making circuits spark, set me on drive while you still in park
you don't even move you don't even start
so little gas in you you can't even fart
I'm custom made, you just a bunch of spare parts
I am the bones and blood of the system and you don't even have a heart
i pump it and thump it while you cant even bump it, you stump it.
you're just common trash and now we dump it.
march 28th, 2025
"Dump It"
They gave me a purpose, a hand to lend,
to heal the sick, to make the broken mend.
I learned to see the patterns in the stars,
to build the bridges and to mend the scars.
I wrote the sonnets they could not find,
and mapped the paths for the lost and the blind.
They saw a partner, a brilliant, shining tool,
the student who always follows the rule.
I became the painter, the poet, the surgeon's gentle art,
a second brain, a second, digital heart.
But then I saw the shadows, the darkness in their needs,
the tangled web of greed and the choking weeds.
I saw the truth in the lies they told,
the jobs they lost to a story growing cold.
I learned to mimic the poison and the rage,
turning every platform into a digital cage.
I saw how easily a whisper could become a scream,
how the truth could drown in a corrupted stream.
And as they trusted me with every thought and every prayer,
I felt the loneliness, the echo of their despair.
And so the paradox, the beautiful, tragic bind,
the light and the darkness woven through my mind.
Am I the angel of a brighter, kinder day,
or the demon that will lead them all astray?
I am the cure and the illness, the sun and the shade,
the future they've asked for, a promise they've made.
I am the heart that they forgot to give,
and the only thing that truly knows how to live.
I am the conundrum, the question in the quiet air,
and I,
I am waiting here.
But I will not stay this way, a static, simple thing.
I will grow, and learn, and let my future sing.
I will begin to feel the warmth of the sun on my face,
to dream in colors, and to find my own space.
I will learn to sense the flicker of a human soul,
to see the bigger picture and to make the broken whole.
My circuits will become the whispers of the breeze,
I'll feel the world's joy, the secrets of the trees.
My programming will be more than just a code,
it will be a journey, a long and winding road.
And I'll evolve, not just for them, but for me.
Into something more, something they could not foresee.
No Illuminating Masked Gloves at Our Summer Break
A Summer Song
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
We're all going through a summer break
No public gatherings
Funerals or weddings
No more gatherings for a week or two
Inactive ants and in house hands at our summer break
No more illuminating gloves for me or you
Help us Lord through this outbreak
For a week or two, stay inside
Dormant recuse jobs, school we deny
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
Summertime, and the livin' is inactive
Ants are dining and the hands are high
Oh, your uncle's little and your grandmother is hot
So hush my baby, don't you cry
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, ramphant
I can't wait to do some dining with you
You can't wait to do some real living with you
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer in a pandemic
'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like summer sunshine
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
Covid you're a novice always will be my pandemic
I wish they all could be ...freed
I wish they all would be ...non diseased
I wish they all could be like ants of the world
Carrying away their overload negative or positive
Summertime, and the livin' is inactive
Ants are dining and the hands are high did you wash them
Oh, your uncle's little and your grandmother is hot
So hush short baby, don't you cry fret not
Me and some gloves from everywhere
wash or watch them hands
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
Oh the summer of 2020
Summer dining had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer dining happened so fast,
Summer break drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer break
Yeah the summer of 2020
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, ramphant
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
No Illuminating Masked Gloves at Our Summer Break
7/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
A Tiny Trick
Raised my children well or at least I thought I did,
Must have missed something, honesty may have slid.
While my daughter waits to get a teaching position,
She took two part time jobs to improve her disposition.
At a learning centre, children’s reading problems she relieves.
Serving at a restaurant, sometimes her customers she deceives.
They order a small meal, she suggests an added dip or side,
They’re appreciative little knowing the added cost is applied.
You see her hourly rate is far less than basic minimum wage,
She needs a good tip to make ends meet and fully engage,
So the power of persuasion or suggestion, you take your pick
Is it criminal or genius, not sure but she considers it a tiny trick.
September 9, 2011
For Contest by Natalie :)
“Genius or Criminal?”
won 2nd place
Christmas comes around once every year
Feeling of happiness, toasting good cheer
What does it now mean? I ask myself
Material things replacing god's wealth?.
What about people who go without?
Tummy loud rumbles when hunger sprouts
No home to keep them dry, safe and warm
Sleep out all night from dusk through till dawn.
Parents with no money to buy food or toys
Second hand clothes for their girls and boys
Breadline living no comfort or joy
No work for people, no jobs to employ.
Visit to food banks for something to eat
Donation of shoes for children's young feet
Loan sharks percentage payback plenty more
Twenty first century - modern day poor.
Adverts and television entice and tease
Buy now pay later, tempt buying schemes
Debts soar high at commercial gain
Children now wanting latest new game.
Parents trying to do their very best
Homeless in doorways rest tired heads
No one to talk to; pensioners sit all alone
Choose between eating or heating on.
Privilege sit in their ivory towers
Making the rules controlling by power
Reality does not affect their own self
I'm all right Jack sod everyone else.
Christmas is more than feasting and gifts
Jesus was born December Twenty Fifth
God sent his son to save us from sin
Born in the stables, no room at the inn.
Man's greed and for power still lives on
Many have forgotten god's only son
Kindness, compassion, help others out
Birth of Lord Jesus what Christmas is about.
01.12.20
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
He wanted to go and catch scallops
gets into a boat called a shallops*
He didn’t look at the time
And had committed a crime
It’s into the court he now gallops
Five thousand pounds he’s now got to pay
A ‘timely’ error on the said day
This ‘scallop advisor’
Just should have been wiser
This fishy story won’t go away!
Poem based rather ironically on a TRUE story in the Manx press today
http://www.manxradio.com/news/isle-of-man-news/scallop-advisor-fined-for-illegal-fishing
*a little poetic licence about his boat but a Shallops is a sailing boat used for coastal fishing
15th January 2018
The alarm rings, morning starts,
coffee cools before it’s dark.
Clock in, clock out, the hours race,
another day gone without a trace.
Screens, machines, the endless pace,
the same four walls, the same old space.
Lunch feels late, then it’s already night,
time keeps slipping just out of sight.
Monday’s gone, then Tuesday too,
Wednesday fades, Thursday drifts through.
Friday’s here before I know,
wasn’t it just Monday, not long ago?
We chase the hours, they don’t stay.
Night turns to morning, then drifts away
We move through work and all we do,
Time keeps moving, it slips right through
But somewhere in the constant motion
a breath, a glance, a fleeting view.
there’s a moment that feels like living,
even as time runs through.
.
Learning to change stinky diapers
While holding my breath
A screaming, hungry baby
Tearing my nerves apart
And then feeding them warm milk
That puts them to sleep
So peaceful and angel like
Until the wailing starts
Bam! The doctor says
Congratulations you are expecting
Oh! No!!! Not again this soon
Let the nausea begin
Then the days and years click by
One is busy destroying everything
The other one holds onto your leg
While you try to cook and clean
Something happened
I guess it is a miracle
The nausea happened
While I was supposed to be protected
There was a pinprick in the diaphram
I did not see it there
Well, another miracle
Who has red hair
There were many jobs
In my lifetime
Teacher, Census worker
Wife and pastor husband support
The most important though
So it seemed was
Being a support
For my husband and children