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Peering through the window chaos but in my heart calmness,
Walking through a crowded hall in the atmosphere I felt this,
For years trained in battle holding my composure,
I thanked the Lord he trained my heart for the occupation I was about to encounter,
There were times reactions failed but they were meant to be,
For if I never fell to the ground my eyes would never see,
The value of love stilled my heart with patience to truly know,
To stop assumptions from breaking me down and allowed my heart to grow,
Through many tears and trials I never gave up the fight,
I loved the hearts that taught me because it changed my llife.
I'd like to take this opportunity to express a full measure of sympathy
To the family of the late Mortimer Snurd, an amputee whose plight moved us
to gimpathy
And to his wife Anabelle Fofoofnik Snurd, whose wobbly gait triggered
our limpathy
--Not to mention his poor children, upon whom we showered our impathy.
Of course, there's the Snurd's loyal family mutt, Blurd, who gets all of
our Rin-tin-timpathy,
Yes, even their security guard, Slurd, who couldn't prevent four break-ins,
receives our wimpathy.
And as we part from you, O Snurds, here's a little song to demonstrate our
bim-bom-bimpathy:
Cheery-bim, Mortimer Snurd
Cheery-bom, Annabelle
Cheery-bim, Blurd
Cheery-bom, Slurd
Cheery-bim-bom-bim-bom-bim-bom
--How Absurd!
Deal Breaker
Our baby son was so very ill, they gave him an hour to live
The medicine we can give him may help him if we give.
There is a problem his teeth aren’t yet through
The medicine might save him, but might ruin his teeth too.
Strong drugs are needed now but the choice is up to you.
So we have to choose between his teeth or his life
That’s the deal you are offering us and him.
Yes but we do have ask you know, its hard, so please don’t give in
Well there is no choice you have given us, its plain as it can be
Just give him the drugs to save his life, his teeth we will wait and see
We can try and fast but remember he still may meet his maker
Well the teeth do not come into it; this is the real deal breaker
Ok we can had to ask, it is required and that’s the deal
There is no choice forget the teeth, it’s the boy that you must heal.
He has had very little trouble and work on his teeth over his 21 years.
I admit it. I’m a Lexophile. I’m likely on some list!
If there’s a play on words somewhere, I really can’t resist.
A twist of phrase, a brutal pun, or the turn of a sonnet fine,
Will fill my soul with childlike bliss, be it deft or unrefined.
Consonance, or assonance, or dissonance that splatters,
A doggerel mess or the good bard’s best, it really doesn’t matter.
Homonyms and antonyms and synonyms galore,
Give the plot a wicked curve and I’ll come back for more.
It is all about the words my friends and how you make them tumble.
Make them smooth and honey sweet or ghastly in a jumble.
I’ll take them scrambled, fried or raw, whatever you may mete,
Because baby, I’m a Lexophile; a boiled egg’s hard to beat!
He's calling me
He's calling me
He's calling me
My Lord, My God is calling me
He's calling He's ringing in your ears down through your heart
And He's calling
He's calling
He's calling
Calling me... calling me through my ears down through my heart
Somethings soft in my ear
Just a faint whisper
I can hear the bible words
Like a motion picture
Sounds of echoes
All around us, yes He's calling you
Yes, He's calling me
And once again I can hear in my ear
A still small voice asking me to serve
He's calling
Let me start
again and again
He's calling
He's calling
Calling me... calling me through my ears down through my heart
04/30/06
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2006
Apart from our nice 3 piece suite the cat has clawed and shredded
it's knocked over a figurine that lies there prone, beheaded.
I'm quite adept and nimble fingered-
Have I got the knack
to use a tube of superglue and stick her noggin back?
The bottled glue is near opaque, unseen and so I doubt
if any glue is left inside, then all of it squirts out.
I'll grab the phone, dial 101 and get help if I'm able
to prise my thumb and forefinger from off the kitchen table.
Should I get free then this might be the chance to commit crime
since two of my poor fingerprints won't grow back for some time.
I've scraped and polished tirelessly but the table's still got glue on.
Should one more figurine get smashed-
I'll just go buy a new one.
I have an idea for a christmas gift
Do what we do, it may give you a lift
I have never celebrated Christmas in all of my life
People will respect you, they will give you no strife
Explain the the giving of Christmas gifts
Is not for the birth of Christ thats merely a myth
Jesus we know was thirty three and a half when he died
That means he can't have been born in December if he tried
We know he died at Easter time,it is recorded and celebrated for all of time
Knock 33 and 1/2 from march or April depending
You'll find Jesus was born in October- no pretending
His birth was not recoreded it was his death that was the important date
So forget Christmas presents and give love as a gift before it is to late.
When I was a child
I loved marshmallows
so soft, so gooey and yummy
Oh I'd beam out of doors
when the birch stick bore
charred marshmallow goop
for my tummy!
When I was a child
I would go hog wild
for peanut butter and fluff
all that white marshmallow
in which I'd wallow
my mouth all covered
in sticky stuff!
My Mom often spread
the white Fluff on bread
with peanut butter galore
And we'd bypass the meat
for this sticky treat
and scream for her to
buy much, much, more!
But you see Mom knew
that good food it's true
can make children strong unlike
those sweet Fluffer-Nutters
so we had to contend
with the meat in the end
if we wanted that treat
from our Mother!
three wicked moons ago, we flew to a halloween get-away
on the beach island frilled with dangling bouquets.” no
costumes , please”, the invitation loudly read.. so off i went,
the brood still washing their heads… in simple sundress, my eyes
kept singing la-la-la. the hall was empty, freaky lights went off. in a flick,
witches were brewing black, fangy cats... a lady gaga
spiking screams, then came a judas hanging on a centipede tree,
by the false door, tattooed skeletons dancing squeaky reggae.
suffocating in a terrorized room, i hollered,” where’s my family!!”
what a viciously naughty night! they were all dressed in
ghostly ghoul and goblin witchery, tickling my almost bare body
just behind me… oh well, it’s october’s time to slay the night
and i was the pawn, the surprised victim, crackling with nervous delight
( for paula swanson's halloween of years past)
The squirrel council gathered
beneath the old oak tree,
debating this year’s acorn tax
with wild indignity.
Red Tail argued loudly
for equal stash for all,
while Gray Tail filibustered
by climbing up the trunk and stalling.
Chiptooth formed a committee
to count the winter stores,
but half the nuts went missing
before they reached the floor.
White Tail, the Treasurer (a clever one)
insisted on a vote~
but bribery with hazelnuts
kept everyone barking a troat.
Yet somehow, through the chaos,
a compromise was made:
each squirrel keeps their acorns
but must share one… someday.
And so the forest functions,
in its nut-based parliament~
a jittery, tail-flicking congress
forever in dissent.