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A pretty little beast with
a simple child-like mind
she screams in silence with
words of judgement.
I only want to protect that
innocence before it is
deflowered by greedy desire
to make it all go away.
"love" is a feeling of emotion
surrounded by waves of a
chemical embrace enhanced by
sensation that everything you
were taught was a lie.
How could honesty be so pure
when the heart guesses to
understand the true intentions
of our souls entangled by the
memories of her birth.
Sweet she pretends to be young
and even though she is still
learning the true faces behind our masks
she doesn't even know what is
said anymore than what she can accept.
Have you had or seen teenagers,
who abused drugs like marijuana
and became truant and unruly?
That same teens could be
exposed to temptation again,
if they worked in a hospital,
where the supply of medical
marijuana is kept in glass cabinets.
And we think that modern vampires
are fiction as Drucula's legend seems;
there are indeed doctors and nurses
who will steal blood to satisfy their urge,
and if I have revealed this...
do you think that I am crazy?
If the FDA approved it,
what would the consquences be?
It will certainly diminish the acute pain in patients,
or make everyone around them get high?
Our streets are swarmed with pot heads,
who are hit daily by cars, because of unclear thinking;
and those who drive cause many fatal accidents...
others die of an overdose in filthy corners,
their lifeless bodies are spotted in small towns and big cities.
Is it a good idea to make it legal,
or will it endanger everyone in public places?
Chorus:
Barack Obama
Barack Obama
He's the U.S.A.'s own Dalai Lama.
Barack Obama
Barack Obama
He's the guy who's here to save yer Momma.
Verse 1:
Oh yeah Obama's here an' he's really cool
Gonna tell yer kids to pay attention in school
Gonna make us all follow the Golden Rule
'Cause he knows Michelle ain't gonna suffer no fools!
He's an all-around, straightup nice kinda guy
Who don't get upset when ya scream "You Lie!"
He cares about the Earth and he cares about the sky
Gives ya cash for the clunkers you were stupid to buy.
Chorus
Verse 2:
He's gonna stim-u-late us, gonna spread the wealth,
Gonna write out a prescription for the nation's health,
Gonna come down on Insurance like a big black Stealth
Gonna take those stem cells down off the shelf!
He's gonna see we win in Afghanistan,
Someway, somehow - without a plan.
When yer rude to da cops he is da Man
Who'll give ya both beers an' make it right again.
Chorus
Verse 3:
He's appointed more Czars than the U.S.S.R.,
Gonna raise the mileage on yer car
Gonna lower those emissions both near and far
It lookin' snappy like a First Exec Star.
Can't answer "yes" or "no", it takes a paragraph
To get to the point, then it's good for a laugh
The Right hates everybody servin' on his Staff
- But their side of the Aisle makes most of the gaffes.
Chorus
Verse 4:
Is there anything Obamaman cannot do?
The assertions are fantastic; some may even be true.
He beat out Mrs. Clinton right outta da blue,
Now he's lookin' out for me and he's lookin' out for you.
If his ears were any bigger he could teach himself to fly,
But despite his geekiness he's still a heckuva guy
His heart is fulla Hope, his head is in the sky
An' if you give him grief Ms. Pelosi'll make you cry.
WORD!
Chorus et finis
Wash me
Father wash the water;
O’ God, my Lord wash the water;
Make it pure…
Father wash dip your spirit in it;
Immersible tides and cleanse it;(don't hide)
Wash clean
Saturate and encase it, wash clean;
Holy Father wash me;
Wash Father wash me cleaner than snow…
Wash me
Father wash the waters,
O’ God, my Lord wash the waters;
Make it pure, make it pure, yeah,
Breathe into me;
Give me life, (you see)
So that I can praise thee, more oh, oh, oh
O’ God, father wash the water;
Wash me whole down throughout into all about my soul,
Wash me O Lord;
So that I can praise thee;
Wash me
Glorify and purify the waters and love inside me
Holy Father wash, wash the waters, wash me too
Wash us both cleanse us so
That we’re be pure ever sure
O’ Lord God wash me
Lord wash me, wash me, wash me ever so clean and Holy Father wash me…
Wash me
Wash me and the waters sure, ever so pure
Cleanse us, create in me my blood inside my body pure
The blood of Jesus spirit bodies runs sure
Alleluia
8/20/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
From forth coming anthology “Old Gospel Songs Sung"
Fat is easy
Thin is hard
When sugar is in your favorite candy bar
Soda it fizzles so sweet
Cakes pies and cookies are such treats
Candy is dandy on your tongue
Deep fried and Southern crispy give me some
Doughnuts and coffee with sugar and cream
Whole milk and toppings on your ice cream
White bread and mayo
French fried potatoes
Heavy syrup in your fruit cup
Extra butter popcorn eat it right up
Lots of rich gravy
Room for seconds and thirds maybe
Maybe? Pour pour that gravy
Chips and creamy dips
Shudder if no butter
Barbecue meats and glazed honey ham
Toast loaded with extra jam
Bacon by the pound
By pound pound pound
You are what you eat and that's a fact
Fast food hamburgers pizza are snacks
If it aint greasy
Make it extra cheesy
Add it all up and you eat fat
Add it all up and you are fat
Drink a diet soda
Traditional poetry has rhyme and metre
Which determines the way it is composed
These features make it a simple matter
In distinguishing such poetry from prose
A lot of writing now is in free verse
Where the main focus is on the content
The thing that now really matters the most
Is true capture of the poet's intent
Some free verse strive for a sense of metre
By carefully managing line layout
Some focus on painting a word picture
For that's what their poetry is all about
Prose rich in sentiment and imagery
Can also be rewritten as free verse
Would it then be described as prose poetry
Or should it be labelled poetic prose
What new poetry forms will the future grow
It's time alone that will give the answer
For poets may come and poets may go
But poetry shall continue forever
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose.
It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
The orders come in, as does the stress,
sometimes the phone still rings off the hook,
They give us a quota every day
and the boss man will come by and look.
I feel my heart-rate staring to rise,
and I can’t wait until Saturday,
I’ll drive out to a far, green country,
and then all of this will fall away.
The weeks keep going, one like the next,
my mind just subsumes to the routine,
between sales and calls the turnover
here is just remarkably obscene.
But I’ve got two week’s vacation soon,
if I make it that long, who can say,
but I’ll fly to a far, green country,
where I’ll let all of this fall away.
They say we all must have a career,
that those who will not work will not eat,
so few of us find a job we love,
and the drudgery leaves a man beat.
But some day I’ll have the money to
retire and build a country place,
then I’ll move to a far, green country,
and let all of these years fall away.
Thought it often seems very unfair
that I’ll be old when this comes around,
not fit to tromp along the back trails,
too cribbed to explore the wooded grounds.
That something better will come after
is the reason I still bow and pray,
so I’ll go to a far, green county,
where the veil of tears will far all away,
and a shepherd will show me the way.
She is all alone on the dirty streets downtown
It’s starting to get cold as the sun is going down
Will she have to spread her wings to make it through the night?
Or sleep with one eye open and be prepared to fight?
She was once somebody’s little girl; she used to laugh, she used to play
Now she’s lost in this great big world, she just had to get away
Will you help her find her way? Please don’t just look away
Seems like it was so long ago, since she was loved and warm
When she felt like she could trust and felt protected from harm
She hides away each evening to a place inside her mind
Life seems to smile on some, for others it’s unkind
Where do dreams go to die when we finally have to let them go
They leave an empty space inside and can make you feel so alone
Make you feel so alone - she feels she’s all alone
My beautiful body is another divine creation,
every part, so perfect, is guided by this wisest, most sinless heart,
which will not make it err when temptation
tries to weaken it by making it remember the bitterness of regrets.
Nudity imparts its own beauty when it's considered the temple of purity;
nonetheless, it came from God's thoughts and artful hands;
so why should we be ashamed of it, if it is shown accordingly?
Many have exploited it for monetary gains and this is the plague of our society!
My image is gladly seen in the clearest mirror,
inducing awareness, amazement, and gratefulness,
never thinking of defiling it with unworthy offers;
even Satan is plotting against me and waving war!
Immoral persons won't hesitate to show their lewd interest,
thus taking advantage of someone needing the desperate break;
these people corrupt any soul to rob it of dignity by their kind amenity...
where's your sense of keenness, when it comes to viewing your sexuality?
My beautiful body is another divine creation,
wonderfully and perfectly made to use it adequately;
glances of admiration by others may be full of inequity,
and adulating words will not flatter me, knowing their deception.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As the flame, on the candle fades away.
The darkness starts to engulf my vision.
I close my eyes, and thoughts of God allay.
I envision the fields of Elysian.
Picturing, a beautiful bright green glade.
And, a lake filled with the bluest water.
Where peace, flows from the breathtaking cascade.
A blessed paradise, need no alter.
A home, for our souls to relax in peace
Where all the hatred and stress will then cease.
While the afterlife roams, joyous all day.
If I make it there, I will pray to stay.
I drift off with these thoughts in an array.
As the flame, on the candle fades away.
5/16/2017