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12/30/20
Their stuff they are flashing
Towards others they are bashing
They get a kick out of it, and continue laughing
They think they are all that
Against me, you'll fall flat
And never get a call back
Just another small cat
Who always tries to talk crap
When you see me, panic and walk fast
Come get it, if you want the ball back
Or continue being a mall rat
Life showing so much beauty and turning ugly
Knuckles often bloody
They always find it funny
They got so much money
And your struggling, daily and monthly
Often self-inflicted
Or from addiction and prescriptions
By myself can't always fix it
Often need help, just can't kick this
Until I'm fully committed
Go figure
There really is a bigger
Picture
I'm working on vigor
And rigor
How dare you litter
Got no time to bicker
Or remain bitter
Don't care if we differ
People often thinking they are quicker
Richer
Slicker
And thinking sinister
Most just trying to get through winter
Not getting upset if they lose and aren't always the winner
Or going around and calling others a sinner
Just trying to remain chipper
On both sides of the river
It warms the soul, or gives you shivers
I'm not being a kidder
Here's the kicker
If you want to be a trickster
Prepare to be chopped liver
Dear Green eye man, there is so much I could say to you. Pretty much all of them are the stuff only to be thought not said out loud. The last three years I replayed a lot of things in my head. I have owned up and accepted responsibility for my part. But I know you will never do that. I guess we know who is more of an adult between the two of us. Hint it’s not you. I rebuilt myself and made myself better than I was when we were whatever the hell we were. I do have to thank you though. I know it's odd to do that but I guess I should thank you sister too for giving me anxiety. Maybe if she didn’t do that I wouldn’t be a published writer. I’ve had to learn to rely on myself more than others when it comes to a lot of things. All those years we spent together off and on wasted cause you decided to take and take instead of being the good man you pretended to be. You can keep doing that all you want, green eye man. I’ll just keep being the better person in spite of you.
When I got published my thought was I bet you would get a kick out of it but then again you always saw me as a mark or a long con to be played. I guess I finally got that answer from the question I always asked you. You know the question I always asked you when you tried to play nice guy.
I will remember the good times like the first kiss behind the old church on Washington and Bay Street. Or how you helped me get through the passing of my oldest friend in 2016. The best memory of you is that you made me feel wanted all those years. There are also bad memories also. Like how you told everyone in your family that I was a bad person. If I was such a bad person why did you keep coming back to me? Answer me that. The memories of how you asked for my trust and love when you didn’t really give me hardley any at all, I think the bad memories over power the good ones a lot of the time. Maybe one day I will think back one day and smile at the sound of your name again but that won’t be any time soon, probably not in this life time though. Maybe with the next one you’ll be a better man but I doubt it.
By,
The better person
I pick up the phone and call unknown people daily.
It is part of my job, and I get a kick out of it.
I call and talk, and laugh and chat, and it is fun.
I stare at the calendar. My brother’s birthday.
My sister has urged me to call him.
I have not spoken to him for six or eight years.
I doubt he remembers who I am.
I reach for the phone, stare at the number.
What would I say? If he would answer.
What do we have in common? What is there now?
I put the phone down, staring at the number.
It might not even be his number.
Ding ding. It is a text from my sister.
“Did you call Rex?”
This is almost as irritating as me not being able to call him.
Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).
Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short
because I’d twist it into knots. What a silly sport.
Peanut butter and some gum in my hair might stick.
Never a long hair style could I ever pick.
Pre-teen years – at last I saw my dark hair grow.
Pony tails and pig tails were ways my hair might show.
Junior High, late 60’s, hair piled high like a hive.
A wonder that no bumble bees were seen in there alive.
My hair was also parted always on one side.
I’d wear curlers in a store. Did I have no pride?
High school days – hair longer. In boring math at school,
I sat there pulling off split ends. Must have looked a fool!
College days – used a cheap product from the store.
“Sun-In” gave me reddish-blonde. I used it four times more.
The 80’s – got a perm. The curls were tight. Had oodles.
Now I can have sympathy for cockapoos and poodles.
90’s – used extensions. A lot of folks I fooled.
Strawberry blonde seemed to be the color then that ruled.
New century. New color. My hair was very blonde.
There were two guys in a tram in Rio that I conned.
My friend who looked American knew every word they stated.
About my natural color those guys in Portugese debated.
They finally decided my blonde was natural.
I got a kick out of those young fellows’ folderol.
Later on, my hair got over-bleached. I showered, and
lots of strands of it crumbled right into my hand.
After that, while growing out dark roots about two years,
I wore a wig until uncolored hair went past my ears.
A co-worker , not knowing I wore a wig at school,
told me that my hair had never looked so cool!
By 2010, my hair was in a rut.
Only one side of it grew, so I’d always get it cut.
Turned 60 and got cancer. Ate better to be stronger.
Miraculously my hair AND nails grew a whole lot longer.
Since then till now, my daughter’s been my dear beautician.
She keeps the gray away and my hair in good condition.
Were my hair not dyed, salt and pepper it would be.
I love my gold-like hair, thick, and long and wavy.
Some people think a woman of my age should wear a shorter “do.”
Decades it took to get this look, so NO (and I’ll keep my cute bangs too!)
It was Pentacost Sunday when the Holy Spirit descended upon Jesus' men
all gathered together in one place cloven tongues bestowed to them
it was a glorious sight to see everyone on one accord
now under the influence of the Holy Spirit sent by the Lord of Lords
The gift of the Holy Spirit will make a difference in your life
to be under the influence now as a true disciple of Jesus the Christ
redeeming the time that you have now full of the things God desires
to be not drunk with wine but under the influence of all He inspires
Don't get it twisted God wants us to be happy, live fully and have fun
He doesn't want us to be miserable as Christians but to live life like His Son
to always be praying, never straying from the Holy Spirit which dwells within
for as Humans we are those leaky vessels that need replenishment again and again
The gift of the Holy Spirit is that indispensable possession we need to hold in
for its under the influence of the Holy Spirit that halts from falling into sin
the Holy Spirit will convict you and let you know that if your behavior
is not of a godly nature and doesn't line up with our Savior
the Holy Spirit will convert you and change your perspective and outlook on life
the Holy Spirit will counsel you and show you how to live godly in Christ
for you to be the best witness of the Living Gospel
now under the influence knowing that nothing with God is impossible
As the world has nothing to offer you that is good, godly or right
and eventually may lead one to steal, to kill and destroy everything in sight
let the Holy Spirit correct you and guide you under its spell
let the influence of the Holy Spirit come in and kick out all the hell
To be convicted, converted, counseled, corrected
and now comforted by the power of the Holy Ghost
now a disciple, a witness, a child in Christ
living under the influence of the Lord of Hosts
living under the influence, under the influence of the Lord my God
living my life as He requires with the Holy Spirit entrenched in my heart
So, our house is supposedly haunted?
The rest of the crew laughed their petootsies off
Didn’t everyone watch Channel 5 News?
ghosts, monsters, ghouls, goblins and one witch resided here
She was the ringleader of the burglary ring
Sent them in and out of houses pilfering and looting
If anyone gives you trouble, use my cell number, she said
Homeowners always back down when faced with a flying witch
Their clubhouse was at 2300 Pennsylvania, and it was filling up
The gremlins had not paid rent for a year; they were getting tossed out
Two sheriff’s deputies were at the door now, demanding to see them
The witch stuck her head over the banister
Give the officers candy, she told the ghost who had answered the door
She wanted them to come back next month to kick out the gargoyles.
I spent years depressed and out of luck
at my lowest low friends opt to show me up
boasting achievements whilst I clearly suck
they're seeking a victory over me, stuck
taking shots at a man at his lowest
a friend in fact, one feeling hopeless
one up opportunists showing I have less
desperate and horrible yet only I noticed
I was in a place he should be helping
I've said that man's bitter and selfish
shallow enough to shoot and raise a fist
kick a man when he's down, as I had insist
better than a man who's stuck at his worst
a man he should help but his ego comes first
a victory decent folk would declare worthless
Kev, equal to bottom winning with a sick thirst
accomplished with the kids and wife you're married to
but I rejected her mate whilst she rejected you
she wouldn't of let you in her pants for life
if she wasn't a last chance circumstantial wife
she likes 'em talk dark and handsome
but sod it you'll do
pasty bald and witless
stood at 4 foot 2
an insight as to why you kick out with that shoe
and friends down at their lowest stuck lost without a clue
so you can keep your medal mate and your lady too
rejected by the football team then settling for you
You kick me when I'm down
win when we share common ground
and now I've stood back up
you're still a selfish angry clown
Frank Sinatra’s name still has instant recognition even today.
He was perhaps the greatest singer of the twentieth century
And possessed those famous “Blue Eyes” and that trademark
Voice which thrilled and fascinated audiences worldwide.
For most people his music was very special and moved their
Spirits along a unique and subtle path that only Sinatra could
Create and hold with his voice—mesmerizing them and
Charming them every step of the way.
Entertaining and enchanting the audiences in America and
Abroad catapulted Frank Sinatra to a special iconic status as
A world-renowned singer, entertainer, and Hollywood actor.
Yet, singing became his common thread and link over decades
And generations to most willing audiences who hungered for
The tenor and pitch of his voice and his fabulous songs with
Most memorable lyrics, and haunting and evocative melodies.
Some legendary songs reflecting his status and long reach with
Audiences worldwide include: (My Way) (New York, New York)
(Strangers in the Night) (I Get a Kick Out of You) (That’s Life)
(I’ve Got You Under My Skin) (Summer Wind). All these songs
And many others were trademark, vintage Sinatra and brought
Audiences to their feet while he serenaded and captivated them
Like a Pied Piper, bringing each listener momentarily along with
Him as an invited guest into his very own special vocal dimension.
Frank Sinatra was part of the Greatest Generation along with other
Famous American entertainers who packed audiences and dazzled
Them with music and dancing, and created an aura of legendary
Perfection seldom seen in today’s twenty-first-century world.
Frank Sinatra—You’re The One!!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen,
Germany (November 10, 2014) (Biographical Narrative poetic format)
Loves, kick out all the bad in your brain, don’t let other take up space in your brain.
Tell them you have no place, for their games.
They pretend to care, but only want to cause you fear.
They play mind games, to try to control you, and make you have fear.
Life is like a game, sometimes, we move forward or back, or make moves because we care.
So please be aware, that a lot of people do not care, they only want to control you, and take you to their lair.
Loves, who really care, will want to make you whole, and give you love and care.
You could get trapped in your brain, with promises, promises of sunshine forever, but this might be a way to trap you forever.
Reminds me of the teaching in the book of Matthew 4:1-11, when the opposer offered a promise, saying worship me and all will be yours forever, was this an attempt to trap our beloved with a promise of forever.
Love life, and the all that is right, don’t accept any offers that might lower you into a horrible life.
Loves, I will pray for you to walk in light, and not get dragged away by the night.
That you will stay in the light, and never fall into someone with no heart or soul.
Lifting prayers to God, for all of us, that we will stay in the light of life.
May you stay on the path home, to God and to true life.
I Saw an Angelic hurtful,
O’ God I Saw
An Angelic humble host
An Angelic human, helpful host
Hopeful, heavenly holy host,
Praising…
O’ Michael I Saw
An Angelic horrible, heavy host
Kicked down from heaven fell to earth
Beautiful he was Satan-Lucifer
This handsome horrid, hyper host
This hateful Angelic high minded host
I Saw an Angelic hilarious, hyperactive host fall from grace
Landing on this world of hate
Yes, he was kick out of grace, landing fast and hard on his face
I Saw an Angelic hungry, hot host
I Saw the Angelic angel with the lost
7/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.