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Tryst with destiny
I wake up at midnight,
To tryst with my destiny,
To calm my inside fight,
make peace and symphony,
Feeling you are beside my side,
Joys abound know no limits,
My heart getting a highest tide,
Drumming beats make shifts,
Dreams as if are turning true,
Since I hear you murmur in my ear,
Destiny I have a least clue,
Further if still leaves me a tear,
With sunrise as I open my eyes,
Desires and hopes see the drifts,
My heart getting a highest tide,
Drumming beats still make shifts!
Written September 27th, 2014
For contest 'Lyrics again' by Craig Cornish
Inspired by song - I love you- by Kevin Kern
My Blue Cheese Is, Mom I Don't Like This
"Oh, my wish is MOM do I have to eat this",
"My blue cheese is mushrooms must it be in my soup Mom I don't like it",
"Avocado's, Cabbages, you wonder why I trash this",
"Mama, I don't like this salads with green beans and lettuce",
"Bring on the ranch dressing, No tomatoes please";
"Don't like broccoli and yuk!, to blue cheese",
"And the taste smell of onions makes me cry",
"All them peppers too HOT hurts my mouth mommy, WHY",
"And who says "AMEN!", just before eating yucky salmon",
"Carrots are for rabbits, I'm not a hare anyway their to hard to eat I'm not lying",
"I'd rather have apple pie, a Snickers bar something sweet",
"I'm not embarrass I don't eat asparagus, HEY! Mom we're out of ketchup".
1/7/18
For Contest: My Blue Cheese Is...
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
A euphemism is a way
of saying what went down,
of neutralising all dismay,
and rubbing out the frown.
The bad stuff has by now occurred,
but let’s not raise the tension:
we need a mollifying word,
a less-than-stressful mention.
“We cannot say for sure, at all,
how World War Two will end:
you think we’ve got a crystal ball?
Who knows how things may tend?”
These words of Hiro Hito were
designed to calm the moms:
did no-one in Japan say, “Sir,
they’ve dropped two atom bombs”?
Imagine that your local church
(episcopal, suppose)
needs newbies, and is on the search
for Sunday-sucker-Joes.
“This Hitler guy, let’s not say why,
won’t be the perfect warden.”
And if your parents have to die,
what’s wrong with Lizzie Borden?
A dinner invite: you’re recruiting
a trusty baby-sitter –
Rasputin, maybe? Why not Putin?
You don’t want Gary Glitter?
The kids need someone, prima facie,
less controversial, calmer:
Spencer Tracy? Kevin Spacey?
Let’s book the Dalai Lama!
Count Dracula is not Count Basie
(self-harmer, instant karma):
but better yet than John Wayne Gacey
or even Geoffrey Dahmer.
Euphemism doesn’t work.
I’d rather know the truth.
So Humphrey Bogart was a jerk,
Roy Rogers and Babe Ruth.
In The Stillness of Night
Kevin Davis 2025
In the stillness of night, where shadows play,
A whispering spirit had found its way.
Cloaked in the wonders of the unknown,
It wrapped around me tightly I've never known.
Though it claimed to be friendly, I still felt fear,
Yet a deep curiosity drew me ever so near.
Through walls and ceilings, it danced with glee,
This specter a puzzle, an unknown riddle to me.
And when it revealed to me a familiar face,
My father’s kind eyes held a warm embrace.
Yet in this familiar form, I questioned the grain,
Was this just a trick played gayly in my brain?
His laughter rang out, a melody so sweet,
“Child, I’m here to show you life’s heartbeat.
In the chaos and turmoil, don't forget how to play,
For the weight of the world can’t bear your sway.”
Each word like a lantern, shining through fog,
Illuminated paths as I sat on the log.
“Find joy in the small, in laughter and cheer,
Let worries dissolve, for they linger so near.”
He spoke of the love that transcends the earth,
Of moments that matter, and the joy of rebirth.
Proudly, he fluttered like a leaf on the breeze,
Reminding me gently, “Live simply with ease.”
As dawn’s early light began to appear,
I woke from the dream, my heart full of cheer.
Though physical ties may have loosened their grip,
The lessons of love from my spirit-filled trip.
Now, I stride through each day with a lighter heart,
Finding joy in the little things, playing my part.
For my father’s reminder still rings crystal clear,
In every sweet moment, he’s always so near.
So, as I journey, with a nod to the past,
I’ll cherish each smile, each laugh meant to last.
For though life may twist in an ominous loom,
His spirit, forever, will light up the room.
I will seduce you again,
In the sun and in the shade,
Night, dawn or rain,
I swear! Love will never fade.
When you welcome me home,
I will seduce you again,
I will make a norm,
To love you again and again.
I'll woo you daily, fresh and new,
I'll whisper vows both soft and true,
I will seduce you again.
Your smiles will set me aflame.
I'll seek your love a hundredth time
Better than seeking a hundredth girl.
And for every time I'll see you close,
I will seduce you once again.
I'll chase your heart as if we just met,
Each glance a thrill I won't forget.
Every touch, a tide upon your shore,
And for every kiss, I'll beg once more.
Just listen to my sweetest vows,
I'll love you more than time allows.
I'll neither tire nor drift away,
But seduce your soul day by day.
By Teacher Kevin
(In Response To Rooting To Be Seduced by Nickyg)
When the children are off the chain, off the wall, over the moon with behaviors all crazy,
The teachers all look toward The Farmer’s Almanac and say, quick and don’t be lazy.
Barricade the doors, lock the windows, button down the hatches, a full moon is coming our way.
Yes, it is easy to see that tomorrow is going to be one of those “Oh my God”kind of days.
If you think this is silly, then you have never had the honor of being stuck in a school with twenty-two.
They can get you so riled, so worked up, so frustrated, that you will turn all kinds of blue.
Not every day, because the full moon is not out every night, but on the days that it is clear,
Teachers can tell you they go home early, exhausted, wiped out, and have the biggest kind of beer.
Entered Kevin Shaw's Poetry Contest MOON
LIGHTSPIRIT
You bring me my joy,
inside my presents;
You bring me joy;
I am enlighten by your presents, your...
I am enlighten by your presents, your... light spirit
It's your light spirit in me that keeps me believing in thee;
It is your light spirit I feel that keeps me alive I see;
Keeps me alive
Keeps me alive
It keeps me alive
It keeps me alive
You bring me joy inside your heart;
I'm now ever in your present;
Light spirit you bring me joy,
I'm so acknowledge for you are...
It's your light spirit in me that keeps me believing in thee;
It is your light spirit I feel that keeps me alive I see;
1/18/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
base from music by Kevin Kern
New Year Change
Kevin Davis 2025
Each year we swear we’ll revise our lives,
Become better humans in all the right ways.
We’ll lose some weight, quit smoking… or shave,
Join a gym we’ll attend for at least three days.
We buy brand-new planners we will never fill,
Sneakers designed to increase our guilt.
We meal-prep salads, heroic and brave—
Then celebrate the effort with pizza and cake.
By mid-January (give or take a week),
Our willpower’s gone, but the couch starts to speak:
“You’re perfect already—why struggle or strive?
Sit down. Relax. Let’s watch Season Five.”
So, this new year, when making resolutions,
Remember that change has no quick solutions.
To change how you live, you must change how you think—
And stop trusting fitness apps… especially me.
Paper Clouds---
In the clouds are;
Paper clouds all;
Permeating white…
Above the grounds;
They float, beyond;
Heavens sight…
Up above the grounds, those clouds are flying;
Like a kite on a string suspended in the wind;
They contain the rain those clouds…
They remain, constrain and full of love and light;
Shine so ever bright, puffy and pure white
Paper clouds are blue, you’re blue, (tis true)…
They contain the tears they share;
Of your sadness hue, sadden hues;
They contain the shims and contain the rain
Paper Clouds---
In the clouds are;
Paper clouds all;
Permeating white…
Above the grounds;
They float, beyond;
Heavens sight…
2/21/19
Arranged music by KEVIN KERNS © 2017, 2019
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
From anthology "Lyrics to the Music of Kevin Kerns"
Do You Know What Really Get's Me Going?
When I'm about to slip on a banana and someone yells " Wait" way too late.
When someone hurts or wounds an animal and
call it a sport.
When I'm waiting at the bus stop and the
bus driver passes me up.
When people are staring at me and I wonder why, I find out later that I have toilet paper hanging out of my pants.
When I greet someone in a friendly manner and that don't say a word.
When I go to a restaurant and order soup and its lukewarm.
When someone wakes me out of a peaceful sleep at 12:00 am.
When department stores put the wrong clothe size on clothes on purpose.
And that just to name a few!!!!!
Inspired by the " It Really Gets Me Going Contest" by Kevin Shaw
5-18-19
Alexis Y