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February fourth nineteen ninety nine...
Signified birth of our second bundle of joy
whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt
the missus and I intimately expressed ourselves
and me would alloy
courtesy meiosis the miracle
of human reproduction would deploy
distribution of genetic material.
Full term newborn occured
Suburban Mercy Hospital birthplace
(2701 Dekalb Pike, Norristown, PA 19401)
nine months after spermatozoon gave chase
to ovulating ova
(cue all around the mulberry bush...
pop goes the weasel),
the former latter did embrace,
where sonogram revealed inchoate face
courtesy yours truly burst into
singing amazing grace
adoring newborn exquisite
as finely wrought lace
a biological daughter frisson
snap, pop, and crackling within myspace
automatically, immediately, and ultimately
ingratiating special place
within mine heart of darkness.
No greater purposefulness
exists than to behold thee alive
bearing witness regarding thee
exiting thru birth canal ye did dip and dive.
Tethered to umbilical cord
analogous to astronaut
linkedin to mother ship
bobbing and weaving
once forced out the womb
thru metaphorical fjord
inconsolable offspring crying,
no matter papa implored
though nonreligious, nevertheless
ofttimes paradoxically invoking lord.
How quickly orbitz around the sun sped away
crawling and climbing in no time
atop highest ledge utmost goal without delay,
which might help explain
mine premature hairs of gray
and your dare devilish more frightening
than being hunted down courtesy janissary
(or so I imagine) above exaggeration, I may
beg poetic license and pray
ye anonymous reader enjoy
reading about our precocious Shay
(Hebrew for beautiful)
progeny, who though developmentally challenged
frequently ordinarily calm, cool and collected dada
uttering stronger epithet than oy vey.
Now, one score plus two years
astride planet earth ye attest
to mine wide eyed opened amazement
buzzfeeding, snapchatting and livingsocial
(shutterflying a pinteresting life)
more so than me at twenty two,
no matter I did detest
living under same roof as parents,
cuz yours truly felt like
most unwanted guest!
If troubles passed as quick as time;
rather would we have a few;
every thought came out as rhyme,
there'd be little to do.....
Imagine if just for a moment ,
and it that time it took;
you could change direction,
and rewrite your whole book ....
you could never look back at the past ,
nor wish to ever change it;
because it would have been cast,
it'd be just us that'd known it.....
No news , or hyped up media;
do you remember from the past,
we sat all as a family ,
to watch the local cast .....
Myspace was a beginning,
I thought I was to be ,
a bright and burning star ;
the whole world there to see.....
The internet has evolved ,
that dial up sound is gone,
through it all even though;
I hear" get off my ing lawn ......
Basically I must remember I am her peace.
I must remember she is at war with everyone including me but I am her Peace.
I am Your home Anna/Kami I get it I need to be your peace.
I love you my dear best friend Bangarang forever. Sorry I am not perfect and always seem to mess It all up. Thank you for being my best friend always being the highlight of my life. You are the main focus of my whole life honestly for these 20 years since I dreamed about you and these 18 years since we met on myspace I have been like thinking about you as my favorite person ever. it was like the world was dead before I dreamed about you then after the dream I felt like I was gonna always be ok cause I met you in the dream and I met God in the dream. Meeting you was like I had known you always like as though you had always been apart of my life as like my partner in crime and my cosmic best friend from eternity. Meeting God I found that you and I were always meant to be best friends from forever. I can not explain how I know you are Ana it is in my core to know it is you. I even feel like I am going crazy believing In you is my peace. You have been my dream since 2005 I have always felt like you were real even though the whole world calls me crazy Jesus and You know I am not. I love you so much Kami words are not enough to describe my love for you is eternal. You have unlimited husbands and wives does that matter no I love you and just want you to always be happy no matter what. My love for you is like you are the reason I even exist in the first place to be Your Peace. I love you Kami you are my heart and My soul and my spirit. I worship Jesus Christ cause he created you for me and He created me for you. I surrender to the Lord Jesus Christ when it comes to you I can only surrender to God cause it is all outside of my control. You live across the ocean I have no way to get to you and you tend to be kind of distant so I just surrender to Jesus. Ana/Kami I know everything is out of my hands it is in Gods hands always has been. I love you forever and say God bless you cause I pray Jesus keeps you in his hand forever and you are taken with Jesus when he comes back. Love you always and forever Pattrick O'Rourke June Bug YellowPatch Ambassador Pattrick Della Vossa in Full submission to Jesus Christ who is indeed God himself.
I close my eyes and dream of a space,
To call my own, my own personal place,
I hear voices around me, so muffled and contrived,
Do they not see me standing here, Am I still alive?
The air that fills my lungs, isnt it in yours as well?
And before you knew Salvation didnt you taste of a charring hell?
Ready to point fingers, ready to lay blame,
Do you know how I got here, from whence I came?
When did you earn the right to stand in judgement of me?
Have you blown the breath of life into another entity?
I am not above you nor do I claim to be,
I will not hide below you for the sake of my sanity,
I will stand stubbornly rooted and look unflinchingly upon your face,
And when you are ashamed enough, kindly step out of my personal space.
We’ll be having mimosas and eclairs for Easter,
because I asked myself, “What would Jesus do?”
On another note,
I was having a convo with a new friend
and somehow it spilled that I write a little
- I don’t usually mention it.
So, I’m a Lit-Girl - but I didn’t know it
until I was just informed - named.
A lit-girl writes, so yeah, that’s me.
Lit-girl isn’t that bad a moniker,
it could be worse - I could be called
a diarist - girls are supposed to own
that category - or a blogger.
“Where do you write?” she asked.
“On the Internet,” I mumbled, ashamedly.
‘All I need now is a robot voiceover,’ I was thinking.
It turns out that girls have been writing
on the Internet for ages. You can track it
you know, if you go back in ancient history.
We have a few poetry sites today and Substack
but before that, im told, there was Tumblr, LiveJournal,
MySpace and, of course, scratching on cave walls.
“When did you start writing?’ she asked, as if I must have
magically self-transformed into a writer at some point.
“I trace it back to kindergarten,” I answered, “when sister Ami (a nun)
taught me the alphabet and forced a pencil into my hand.”
Ok, so let me write something already..
My bf and I are enjoying my long school-break weekend. We
have four days to do anything we want to. So we went to a party
- because we wanted to.
Anyway, at this party they had a bathtub filled with ice and bottles of wine, beer and canned Martinis - which, honestly, aren’t that bad.
I thought that was very clever - and it was handy - as long as someone wasn’t peeing.
Happy Easter everyone!
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Songs for this:
d£aler by Lola Young [E]
So Easy (To Fall In Love) by Olivia Dean
Another life (feat. Rema) by PinkPantheress
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
depression fleeing
she sits at her computer
MySpace has beckoned
sadness engulfs her
the supposed online boyfriend
laughs behind a mask
words like sharp daggers
whore, ****, and no one likes you. . .
her bedroom’s silence
the scream of horror
when her mother finds her hanged. . .
the final setback
a neighborhood mom
deletes the MySpace account
with the boyfriend’s name
Written 7/9/2016 for the Setbacks Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
*This is based on a true story I saw on Cyber-bullying. The culprit was a grown woman along with daughters the same age as Megan Meier (the girl in this story whose final setback was to hang herself when she believed it was her supposed online boyfriend who began the vicious attacks on her reputation at My Space). At that time there were no laws against this crime, and the hateful woman went unpunished. See more on the story in notes above.
He's not on the landline those few that are yet activated
He's not on a cell phone, internet, Twitter
Facebook, Myspace
He's ever present you can call him with your eyes open your eyes closed
He can call Him in a whisper from your heart
You can call Him on your knees on your stomach or your back
There's no price that you have to pay
You just have to obey His judgments his call
Help, help us all Lord God...
Pray
Just open up your mouth
Pray
Anything prayer is conversing
Continued askings for thanksgiving
Prayers praying is not just begging, asking for things
Talking to God is an awesome glorious thing
So just open your mouth and talk to Him thinking for everything
Weather silent or out loud just speak the words to the Father now
Vocally or silently just close your eyes and pray
Talk to them the Lord Our God today
4/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes sigh of relief.
Gratis the miracle of modern medicine wife
of Richard McGeehan, he offered succor
during serious bout when ye suffered strife
lovingly tendering lifelong counterpart
spelling finis regarding any galavanting nightlife
nurturing mother of their grown son (Brendan),
who immersed her whole self as housewife.
How aware ill luck of the draw
found thee inexplicably stricken
with serious malady against the law
nearly necessitating travois
(maneuvered by Kit Carson)
to transport thee to medical center.
The above stanza unbeknownst to you
analogous to current reading material
myopic eyes of mine view
historical fiction titled
"A Most Desperate Situation"
authored by Walter Cooper,
I just might maintain as keepsake
among various and sundry other books
lined up like soldiers upon shelved queue.
Courtesy perusing selective material
not so much to become boastful
self pedagogical ace,
but merely to expand knowledge base,
whereby latest erudition
preoccupies mindscape with displace
called realm of imagination
allowing, enabling, and providing me
to travel into hyperspace
only welcoming family members
like thee dear sister into myspace
a beloved sibling
thirteen plus months older
glad ye got begat December 1st, 1959
whereby ye got fifty two plus weeks headstart
to join (chance throw of genetic dice)
entrance into human race.
Though Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan born
more than three score and three years ago
if series of unfortunate events would befall thee,
this sole brother would certainly mourn
and with futility emasculate and scorn
himself until... his own plaque
designating his buried cremains
in lieu of tombstone worn.