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The Snowmum
There was a little boy, and Maxwell was his name
His face shone brightly when he saw the snow, and he wanted to play a game
His mummy wrapped him warmly and tucked him in lovingly
Come on Max lets go outside and you can play with me.
They built a snowman from the snow, he was tall and round and fat
They put buttons for his eyes and they even found a hat.
They stayed all day to Max’s delight, but all to soon it was then night
Max and mum went inside; he blew a kiss, what a lovely sight
The morning came the snow had gone poor Max was devastated
He ran outside and looked everywhere but his fears were not abated
He searched the garden and the garage and under each and every bush
But all that was left of the snowman was a great big pile of slush.
His mother could not bear to see the lad so sad she didn’t know what to say
So she did something she had not tried before, she got on her knees to pray
She raised her eyes heavenward arms held in supplication
This is what I want of you this is my dedication.
I want him to have a snowman each and every day; I want him to be happy
I might even go to church, if you can make it snappy
The morning came and to his delight a snowman was just there
Max ran to his mummy, but he couldn’t find her anywhere.
He ran into the yard to see the snowman standing
It had a familiar face-just like the picture on the landing.
God had answered his mum’s prayer, but he was not one to be mocked
He had turned Max’s mum to snow and now she was quite shocked.
So remember what you pray for, and just do it carefully
What happened to Max’s mum could happen to you or me.
It is always hard to measure
When people experience romantic pleasure
Expressing love
Peaceful as a dove
For one another
Warm sentiments resulting in Father and Mother
And the results could be
A family of three
But why can the knot
Initiated from the looks they both got
Bringing soothing trust
Nervously crumbling at the knees begging a must
Is it a crime?
Just to make a lifelong commitment in time
Gazing into the eyes
Never telling any lies
Focusing on a career
Enjoying the weekend friendly beer
Travelling the world
Being the honeymoon guy and girl
For some reason
Due to couple’s pleasing
Physical interaction
Definition being getting some action
Creates a situation
Admitting the wife labeled hospital patient
Products to buy
Encountering all night cries
Classes experience and try
Pulled in different directions
Bride’s body constantly under inspection
Scared of rejection
Honest facades no need for confession
Economy stupid issue a reality addressing
Dinner table clean up isn’t only messing
Diapers are only one’s guessing
Challenging the pair
Come together in care
As they share
This component to the marriage affair
When stork day arrives
And the newborn realizes they are alive
It is a joyous thing
Giving glitz and glamour to the bonding ring
Securing those special moments
That had going
Innocent and true
Between two
Who publically stated ‘I do’
Political correctness because we can’t be offended
We want freedom because freedom is splendid
Speaking my mind and you don’t like it,
oh and you cry too I am delighted
issues in your head
have you running and hiding
misuse what I said
now I’m ammo providing
Equality is for those equally qualified
watching the stupid as they forever multiply
Ignorant know-it-alls
who never know they are fools
only the stupid ones
make the rest miserable
Too dumb to understand
they are dumb individuals
Growing self belief
they are performing rare miracles
Professional specialists
the capacity minimal
Or special professionals
you can openly ridicule
selectively make it about gender or race
when I singled you out and said it straight to your face
if you did what you did it’s about nobody else
but you need the herd to share it out away from your self
suits you to group with the advantage it sells
to turn all traditional when the reward offers Hell
equality says all the women fight wars
while men stay at home becoming Mr. Indoors
painting their beard on just like your eyebrows are flawed
until a man becomes Queen and the princess is called George
the ladies build buildings in the rain when it pours
telling mix gender people no one cares about yours
gays wanting marriage from a religion so savage
why want religious rights when all they cause you is damage
Faith is a football team you support but don’t challenge
they never win cups or leagues no skill is apparent
supporters of Brexit getting labelled like Trump
remain make a point in these years always to slump
Brexit is the long term but you’re blind to the sun
and for all those I upset look a finger just one
sit on my finger, you’ll have some fabulous fun
if you don’t like offence go crawl back inside your mum!
I’ll come and visit you later I’ll be shouting I’m done
As she comes around the mountain and collapses all numb!
I’m the bloke who will poke
It’s a your mother joke
It"s ten to one in the morning.
i"m lying in my bed.
I have so many men to kill
there buzzing round my head.
My thumb is sore and aches
and hurts each time i press,
but i got to kill those suckers
i"ll teach them not to mess.
The bedroom door bursts open.
My Mother storms inside.
I quickly pull up covers
and vainly try to hide.
What the hell is this?
Don"t you know the time?
Her voice explodes in fire
I mumble humble fine.
The room decends in darkness
silence reigns supreme.
I"m grounded for tomorrow
my Mother she is mean.
The next day at the table
my behaviour is discussed.
My Father nods his head
and says i am the worst.
A whole day without gameing
God my lifes the pits.
I"m sure i"ll die of boredom
I bet I get the yips.
But soon the day is over
it"s midnight in my room
I can"t resist temptation
to pick up and resume.
I switch on my Playstation.
and put it all on mute.
My Mum will never know.
I think i"m pretty cute.
But what the hell is this
i"ve been taken for a mug.
that bloody devious Mother.
she"s taken off the PLUG!
My future happiness depended upon school,
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision,
So that I could have autonomy in my garments.
I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly,
Regarding who was going to dress and shower me:
Women, not men who could interact with me perfectly.
I wasn’t asking for all male carers,
Just one or two out of maybe five,
And I even offered to employ male nurses,
Rather than just anybody alive.
But my mum was disgusted at my suggestion,
Said it turned her stomach and made her ill,
Posited that I was not in my right mind,
Said that I made her queasy and gave her a chill.
The school’s social services seemed traditional,
Just like their toilet facilities, old and outdated;
The social worker had white, permed curly hair,
And so for parent disputes you could be slated.
So I never got the help I required and needed,
For my first care package at Glasgow University,
So I suffered from rejection, shortness and selfishness,
From my carers who were supposed to offer identity.
The wardens made it better for me every day,
Reprimanded them for disrespect and impoliteness,
But I never even imagined that voluntary carers,
Could suffice for my own future astuteness.
It upset my whole life, the schools neglect and indifference,
When I think that living success could have been sorted out,
My personal dignity and freedom could have been secured,
With a bit of determination and secular, atheistic liberal clout.
School is really just about your future,
It claims it by its very definition,
And the whole child should be taken and loved,
Not just his or her abilities with cognition.
On the day that my family died,
They didn't give me a chance to dry.
I WAS 12
They told me that I was now on their side,
That I no longer had to hide.
I WAS ALONE
There were other boys the same as me,
They hit us and forced us not to be me but we.
I WAS SCARED
They gave me a gun,
They told me not to run.
I WAS MISSING MY MUM
They showed us who we should go and kill,
They said it would be fun and such a thrill.
I FELT NUMB
They told us we would get a reward,
They said we were men no and only to look forward.
I FELT COLD
They sent us all to fight against grown men,
They told us we would win, not if but only when.
I WAS DEAD
It's in the cemetery late near midnight
It's at the mall chilling low lit light
Cold silent bodies that can't get up
Stagnated still cold can't rise won't get up
What's the rush hush
Quiet it's still
It's above the clouds around the stratosphere
It's found at the tip of a death mute ear
A warm silent body who can't hear
Stagnated eyes that glow and peers
Where's the hush
Quiet it's rushed
I see that I can't hear
In silence I can't see
My body that can't hear
Seeing out my inner ear
A lush of silence appears
Quiet are the silent ears
10/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
A Winters tale...........................
As a child I never wondered,
What life we could have had.
I never blamed society,
Or questioned my Mum and Dad.
Though now as an adult I realise,
How tough a life we led.
Cold, cold winters in a council house,
Sharing my sisters bed.
Cold, cold nights, bleak and damp,
Icicles on the windows inside.
For years I suffered from whooping cough,
Twice I nearly died.
I remember us burning, shoes and toys,
Just to try and keep us warm.
But that was the only thing we knew,
To us it was the norm'.
Money was never a problem,
But the beer and gambling took hold.
That shows off my parents priorities,
And it wasn't us kids being cold............
What do we perceive to make of this word
Generated in this modern mans world
Lets take a trip back, lets look and see
What makes a Miracle to be
The awesome explosion of millennium past
The very first day life took it's first gasp
The very next day we began to evolve
It was the day, Earth started to revolve
The revolve is our generator of the life we see
As we read this line, it was to be
Organisms small, that grew so tall
Past life's creatures, that existed to fall
But its in the newer world, the Miracle came about
Out of the ordinary, which led the people to shout
Eventful happenings never seen before
Volcanic eruption, opening Earth's door
Meteors streaking across the sky
Crash landing, tell me why
The Earth quakes to shake us up
Fissures, abrupt
Weather patterns all year round
As we grew, we had to understand
We are further on than we were before
This Miracle word we have come to adore
An earthly spore a child born
A mum and dad, the righteous norm
Freeway pile up, they all survive
How could anybody get out alive
Hudson River, plane splashes down
Hero Pilot, not one did drown
Through my eyes it's a word i see
In other eyes it's their perceive
Inspired by my favourite band Queen " The Miracle "
Oh mum, I lied to you big time
You will never ever understand how it broke my heart
But I was doing it to protect you
It wasn’t my place to tell news that would devastate our lives
Dad was taken in hospital and you went into care
I visited you every day, took you out for walks and we would talk
You’d ask me about dad, one day you thought he was dead
But because of your dementia that was simply in your head
I kept telling you he was doing fine and we would go and visit him regularly
He greeted us with his massive smile – it is still on his face even now
But we were hiding a secret – he had cancer and was still having tests
In fact he was hiding it from me how ill he was so we were both deceived
But I kept telling you he was fine – it was what he wanted
Every time I saw you mum I had a sunny smile
But inside my heart was breaking and I was wearing a mask
Then came the body blow for me
His cancer is terminal and he is dying
You never saw the tears I was crying
He came home and you remained in care
So I lied that we couldn’t go to the hospital
I came up with some great excuses I was very creative
In fact on the day he was coming home
I went to get the house ready and take him some shopping
You were there with a friend who had taken you out
I had to tell her to get you out quickly as the ambulance was arriving
I didn’t want you to know he was coming home – it was his wish
He needed time on his own to take in the devastating news
You kept saying to me you thought dad was dying
I had to lie because it was his wish you weren’t to know
Not then – the time wasn’t right
We kept it secret from you for a week when you went home
You both needed to adjust to being back together again
I will never forget the day I arrived and he had told you his news
You were sitting together on the sofa holding hands
Oh mum it broke my heart
You asked me if I knew dad was dying
I had to say I had known for a while
You were angry at me you said I had lied
If things had been different I would have shared
Mum I lied for one reason – because I care
Jan Allison
23rd August
Written with tears in my eyes for
When Doing Wrong Feels So Right Contest
Sponsored By Jared Pickett
(~Awarded 5th Place~ by Poet Destroyer A)