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WINNING OVER WINTER
The breeze blew your way one chilly Winter day,
And a black dove flew over the mount’ of pain-
I had so much more love to give, so much to say,
And now only memories of heartache remain.
How much more anguish can one heart sustain?
Oh, since the breeze blew you away...
one chilly Winter day.
The cold day I spied you had cancer I cried,
And a dark mist did cover the fount' of tears-
You had so much more life to live, so much to guide,
And now only your thoughts have lasted through the years.
How much more sorrow can dwell in my spheres?
Oh, since the coldest day I spied...
you had cancer I cried.
I never knew trust until my angel blew that gust,
I had been enshrouded in the darkness of coldest grief-
Now I know that your death was a must,
And transforming my distress to peace, I've found new belief.
I'm so thankful to my God who gives true relief!
Oh, I never knew trust...
until my angel blew that gust.
I never knew faith until I saw my angel’s face,
I had been accustomed to a life of woe and dying-
Now I know that your life lives in grace,
And becoming a woman of belief, I’ve been trying.
I’m so grateful on my hope I’ve been relying!
Oh, I never knew faith...
until I saw my angel’s face.
14th July, 2017
Written with my poetry partner, Laura Loo
For James Edward Lee Sr.'s "Do-it(Duets)" contest
Within the metal, gnarled and charred
lay smoldering remnants of your car
the sign that screamed the traffic deaths
refrained from adding yours just yet
As traffic trickled to one lane
us Lookie-loos just couldn’t refrain
and all of us including me
couldn’t help but view this tragedy
The tire marks along the track
of concrete meant to keep you back
painted pictures of the scene
in smears of blood and gasoline
Through twisted metal, broken glass
how could one survive this crash?
It took a while to cut you out
several items strewn about;
pacifier, diaper pack
a little car seat in the back
baby bottle, beer cans too
I wonder what became of you?
WRITTEN FOR AND POSTED WITH THE PERMISSION OF LAURA LOO WHO RECENTLY LOST HER CHERISHED DOG BO
I know the day has finally arrived and that soon we are going to lose you forever. I drive the car so so slowly as I take you to the vets. I just want to hold on to you for a few more precious minutes before we part. Weeping silent tears I bury my head in your soft fur and look into those sweet brown eyes for the final time.
Such a loyal pet
Your paws wrap around my heart*
Goodbye my sweet friend
*This line is used with very kind permission of Ed Ebbs – it was in a soup mail we exchanged and I thought it would be perfect for my poem. (the actual line was your paws are wrapped around my heart)
10~12~16
aside from being worn
during mortal kombat firmly braced
full body armor suited up
with proctologists safely positioned
most definitely
entire body electric en cased
ready as ever to confront
another flatulence emitting *******
solidly debased
strategically situated,
when beginning examination
sterile sighted rectal
probe positioned nimbly,
kept intact, finessed
fixedly, exactly, deftly crosshairs
with trace excrement carefully erased
scrutinizing pulsating rectum sphincter muscle
observing anus function
a posteriori mesne faced
with quotidian regular onslaught
moving bowels graced
significant muscled tissued
sphincter requisitely
performing perfectly lining interlaced
without any unusually turgid,
significantly ragged, or quirkily
plugged orifice
preventing human waste,
thus if hazardous condition ensued necessitating
immediate surgery without haste
perhaps even ass sass mint
by a gastroenterologist
if patient suffers from
irritable bowel syndrome
where fore (Juliet) defecation sanitized
scrutinizing expulsion of human waste,
or if defecation thick as petrified paste
which warrants squeezing tight
begetting a hemorrhoid
as son young (gush) moon like cheeks
put thru severe weathering pace.
hulAba Loo
Juicy june
Misty blue
Fathom fair
Everywhere
I've divided the parcels
Before they were mailed
Ha, la la
it's just a hulAba Loo
Busted booms
Out of room
Impending gloom
Wash your broom
I've divided the parcels
Before they were mailed
Ha, la la
it's just a hulAba Loo
And when you're done with them shoes
Alcohol, huh!
Arcola, what?
Aviation, huh!
Delegation, what?
Reprobation, huh!
Dum founded, not
Got my diploma, what
From Magic Island, huh!
Run!!!
Fatty acid
Paper or plastic
Fathom fair
Everywhere
I've divided United Parcels
USPS they were mailed
Ha, la la
it's just a hulAba Loo
Tied my shoes to the door
Nailed my gloves to the floor
Now when I want to go out doors
I choose to ignore
Man hasn't revisited the moon
THIS SUCH A it's just a hulAba Loo
12/07/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Sure love to hear that again
My first wife would end each phone conversation
With this familiar old refrain
Once uttering these words of sheer finality
It was over, finis, a done deal
Even though their words are heard trailing off
Time's up, no chance to repeal
Was definitely over when this sweet lady quoted
These charming memorable words
Am I dreaming or did I actually just hear them again
Can't be true, that's totally absurd!
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Love to hear those words again
Life has moved on but love to hear them once more
That familiar sweet old refrain
In heaven there’s two toilets of gold
(I’ve not been but it’s what I am told)
And if you need to do
Some urine or pooh
You really must be very bold
I’m advised there are no toilet doors
No excrement gains a round of applause
As it’s real bummer
Cos there is no plumber
Any blockage then God will know the cause
A plunger’s by the side of the loo
To remove any blockage of pooh
Just remember to flush
When you’ve wiped your tush
And hurry in case there’s a big queue
God’s plumbing is far from perfection
But water swirls in a clockwise direction
It’s released ev’ry hour
In a brown and gold shower
From this impact we all need protection!
The Throne in Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jack Webster
10/11/21
Happy like buttered popcorn at a matinee
They see they feel they leach from me.
Have become the seasoning
Have become the salt
Deprive your self not
Fill your bowl with the drool of me
Hair raising sensation of a twisting rag
Bile rising
Ah please rub, discharge the overload
Smell the ozone
CRACK!
Deflate, the me
Red balloon strung
Hobbled horse
Towered origami edged crane, broken wing
misery mine, yours, ink seep on a white page.
Trance dancer edging toward the blue of my purple prose.
Violet coming of the id to coconut oil fakings.
Happy, ahhhhhhhh, exalted, crucified, repeat.
*Inspired BY Bi-Polar Bear by Connor Jordan
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Sure love to hear that again
My first wife would end each phone conversation
With this familiar old refrain
Once uttering these words of sheer finality
It was over, finis, a done deal
Even though their words are heard trailing off
Time's up, no chance to repeal
Was definitely over when this sweet lady quoted
These charming memorable words
Am I dreaming or did I actually just hear them again
Can't be true, that's totally absurd!
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Sure love to hear that again
Life has moved on but love to hear them once more
That familiar sweet old refrain
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dear Santa,
As you may well know,
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead,
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space,
can't have my gifts falling all over the place.
I hope you don't mind, as my wine you consume,
please try to be silent when entering my room.
I'm a light sleeper and at my age, which is quite a pain,
if I lose too much sleep, then it addles my brain.
You may kiss me sweetly if I'm in deep slumber
mistletoe on my pillow, plus telephone number.
I promise to leave you a home-made mince pie,
though the pastry's gone soggy
'cause the onions made me cry.
Myopia means recipes I really struggle to see
though onion in mince pies' is a new one on me.
But the pies are quite tasty as I'm sure you'll agree
and if you're still hungry, then have two or three!
There's a drop of fine whisky which you may try too,
bought by my late husband circa 1952
'twas in an old bottle I found in the shed
my hubby drank most of it afore dropping dead.
I think you're so special, dear old Santa Claus,
now here's what I would like you to leave in my drawers:.
1. A pretty box - so I may store my false teeth so neat,
so I can find 'em when I gets me something to eat.
2. A walking frame 'cause I am liable to fall,
and falling, alas, does you no good at all.
3. Some California Poppy, as supplies now seem so short,
if this scent can't be found I will smell like a horse.
4. A pair of big knockers, for front and back door.
A warm cosy nighty, don't need see-throughs no more.
5. Get me a back scratcher, please, if you can,
I can't scratch that itch since I lost me old man.
6. Also an emergency underwear kit,
as nowadays there's times when I don't quite make it.
7. If you have a big dog, leave it in the back yard,
I'll treat quite kindly, if me it will guard.
Thats all the gifts on my Christmas wish list,
but I'll settle for more Santa, if you insist.
I haven't been naughty for many a year,
when awaking, I expect all my gifts to be here!
Merry Christmas!
Looby Loo