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She is not my biological sister
I've known her many years during summer
Hired us in different schools as a teacher
That’s the beginning of our endless laughter
First impressions of her is bad
I thought she is a snub and make me sad
But later on I found out she’s very nice
A good friend who always gives me advice
I've learned a lot of good things from her
Be a giver, an organizer, and an adviser
Problems in life is easy if you are a fighter
All the things we shared I will keep it forever
Things changed and we faced our own fate
Separated by high seas for family’s sake
But the friendship will always be in our heart
My sister in spirit till death do us part
dedicated this poem to my dear sister in spirit (Pamela)
October 16, 2012
pork pie
I had gone to a poetry meeting
the organizer had supplied pork pie and tea
Nothing was expected of me, all I had to do
was to nod my head sagely and applaud
the readers.
A female poet of sweet verses saw me
putting pork pies in my pocket, we got talking
she offered to drive me home
but since I didn't have a home, we drove to hers
I ended up staying there until spring
when ducks in the pond fly to a secret place
for their spring break
I took the train to another town and quickly
got a job as a doorman at a posh restaurant
On the other side of my workplace, a small
cake shop where I sat before my shift and met
Yesmin, the love of my life
Charity should not replace dignity
THAT I MAY REST IN PEACE
As I sat calmly under the tent
Even though we don't know who's next
But the deceased had left
But the memories are in our hearts in bold crest
Saw young and old dressed in black to mourn the dead.
Without call the dead has brought under same canopy both friends and fiends
Just to pay last respect to the life that hit untimely end
Everyone running errands the dead never sent them
Old friends reuniting while new enmity igniting
Friends and folks from far and wide
Here they are wining and dining .
Lemme make a call to my friends and enemies
I've got a life now worth living
Even when I don't plan early exit but who knows when it will be time for leaving
Share no souvenirs after earthing me when you can gimme me gift in my happy days
Save the black wear for another, rather take a colourful pictures with me while still here
Call me out for drinks and never wait till my breath is on the brink
Call me to report me to me maybe we can trash our issues
Rather than lie to the world when I already know the truth in my grave
Temme you hate me to my face before you tell me to rest in peace after my demise
Bring milk to my seek bed before you fight for meat at my after internment party.
Gimme me cake on my birthday before you fake your cry on my burial day
Make a party for me when I can join to dance and not when I'm earthed six feet below
I'd rather have you be late to my party than being an organizer when I'm called late
Shower the love and praises on me while i am alive
Not the encomiums heaped upon my grave
Temme my errors now before I cross to the land of horrors
Where your deeds are shown before me in a mirror
Let my picture grace your phone with kisses and not with hisses and disses when I'm deceased
Do these for me with you I plead
All these I plead with my heart from thee
Just that I may rest in peace in my after life.
(CONCEPTUAL FM ???)
Animal kingdom was invited to join the forest meadow
Band orchestrated by the deniable dictator, diabolical gorilla king
Causing loads of premature bragging from delighted grand-animals.
Deliriously enthusiastic orangutans began to show off their voice prowess.
Excited flocks, herds, and murders flooded to the pre-set sign up spot.
Furiously signing up offspring, and occasionally a non-mothered village orphan.
Giraffe’s heads appeared beside the treetops, sticking out willy-nilly.
Haphazardly, eagles, owls, and songbirds sat among the leafy, sparkly greening branches.
I was smoothly hidden high in the Sycamore tree with a few cardinals.
Jealous zebras began stomping and spitting, thinking they were not going to get their “due”.
Kind mother opossum tried in vain to do a little conflict mediation, wanting unity and peace.
Lackadaisical sloth took a seat in the branch ten feet above my head, making my branch shake.
Maestro Moran, the appointed organizer, a giant Mammoth gave out assigned places.
Newly arriving animals began choosing partners; not realizing band is solitary.
Old Timer Orangutans began donating band equipment they no longer used, mikes too.
Puma is not invited Brother Bear yelled, stating that Puma always caused trouble in night class
Quintessential beaver suggested we give baby Puma a chance and a few agreed.
Raccoons who disagreed began slapping each other upside the head, like the three stooges.
Sh! A few animal mothers began to hiss. Few of us heard them, as they were not loud enough.
Too many were speaking to hear, and animal chaos seemed to be the order of the day.
Unification nowhere in sight, I stayed put, hoping I was fully hidden. The Zebras were still grumbling.
Very intelligent leaders assess things quickly, and Maestro Mammoth was no dummy.
“Walrus, wolf, toad, and beaver will pick out instruments for students first through 6th,” he announced.
“Xylophones for all of the kindergarten students.” Cheers went all around the forest meadow.
Yippee for the music teacher! Someone yelled. I am not sure if it was a wolf or an orangutan.
“Zebra’s choice!” Maestro announced. Band practice had begun!
I am 6
Formulated/Factual Form 0+1+2+1+1+9+5+5=24(2+4) = 6
Strengths: “, I am 6, we who are sixes like to comfort others,” denoted.
, I am 6 , “I like to we uplift, share, and give advice, and they adore family. They’re I am very honorable, and they make great friends.” Sixes are poised, nurturing, unselfish, artistic, romantic, devoted, and sensible. “They came here to be the parent, the provider, the nurturer, the organizer,” noted. “They, I am here to be of service.” , I am 6, sixes are, above all, focused on the experience of lovenumeri logically affixed I am 6,
Challenges: “Out of alignment, can be a perfectionistic, may be very critical, idealistic to a fault, and self-righteous,” “May meddle in other people’s business, may constantly counsel others and giving unsolicited advice.” Sixes may also be marked by indulgence and self-absorption.
, I am 6 , “I like to uplift”
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
See them walking around without hands or feet,
See them lighting fire in the street
See them running from pillar to post
See them walking around with lots of doubt
See them coming around the bend
gossiping about the fallen head
Let them bleed until their blood run in the street
Let them bleed until they feel the heat
Let them bleed until dead bodies filled the street
Let them bleed from corner to post,
Let them bleed until they get the full dose,
See them walking around
dressed like demons without a heartbeat
They filled the place with stagnant blood
And pollute the air with ruthless fear
They are strolling up and down market street,
with blood draining underneath their feet.
The evening is spitting out a burning heat
And the message is incomplete
Let them bleed on the cold concrete
Let them bleed when they open their mouth to speak
Let them bleed in the middle of the night
Let them bleed when they put up a fight.
Let the bleed in the park
Let them bleed when it is dark,
Let them bleed when the sun goes down,
Let them bleed when they are having fun
Red bag, red frock, red shirt, red pants rolling in the dirt,
Red bucket hanging on fence,
red objects hanging around the place
The red obsession is going to cut off their blasted head
They descend in the park in red gown
looking at me with a terrible frown
Let them bleed in the churches
Let them bleed in the country clubs
let them bleed in their long gowns
Let them when they dress like clown
They irritate, antagonize and call it fun,
They sit under the dead tree drinking white rum
They occupy the private places with red stripe beer
And a secret gun under firing in their pants
Let them bleed for their foolish pride
Let them bleed at mid-night.
Their organizer is on the ground
He must bleed his way out of the throne
Let them bleed for telling a lie
Let them bleed for scamming in the street
Let them bleed for counterfeit
Let them bleed
Traditionally for years, with honor, a library is built and named after them. More than just a personal story, but there 's a bigger story of America and how they helped to steer it, not as dictators, but as primary citizens and participators. With zeal and pride, they speak of and write about the America they led and helped to make, to shape, to rearrange or to change; or even allow it to remain the same.
Mr. Clinton(1992-2000) And now, a brief condensed summary of his 8 year Presidency: Fix the Balkans and Ethnic Cleansing; It's The Economy Stupid, Change the Economy; Compromise; Communicate; Newt Gingrich and the Contract With America; Balance the budget and Pay the debts with the surpluses; Osama bin Laden
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In my life time, I have witnessed the unfolding realization of those famous lines in the Declaration of Independence, referring to the right of the people to alter or to abolish their government and institute new ones. It seems that some presidents have truly been a catalyst for change. Some good; some bad.
***************************************************************Mr. Bush 2(2000-2008) And now, a brief condensed summary of his 8 year Presidency: Gentler and Kinder; Changer of the mentality about war; Friends, old and new ones. Who and where are they? My friend the enemy; Veto Hater; 911; Axis of Evil; Afghan Demand: Osama or the bomb; Iraq: Regime Change or War Pain; My Father drove you back and out of Kuwait; but I drove you out and brought you to justice. Born to be leaders and not followers, some Presidents bravely and gracefully led our country to new and better chapters. And yet, there were others who were weak as Presidents and better suited to remain as law makers or missionaries.
***************************************************************Mr. Obama(2008-2016) And now, a brief condensed version of his 8 year presidency: Win and spend; One thousand billion=One trillion; That's Trillion with a 'T'; Changer of the culture; Challenger of The Christian; We apologize; Rethink and Revise history; Change the meaning of marriage; Insure everybody; Organizer; Presidential Orders; and Open Boarders. 09222017 PS
“And the top prize is to spend the day with a ventriloquist,” my mother told me,
Proudly. She was the organizer of the carnival, and thought this up herself.
What the heck? I had bought fifty raffle tickets. I wanted a new car or rent money.
Certainly not a whole day with that old geezer.
The old geezer worked the church carnival like a new groom.
He was everywhere, charming everyone but me.
I was in pout mode.
And of course I won top prize.
He called me six times to make a date.
I finally relented, reluctantly.
Thinking what a horrible day it would be, a wasted Saturday.
Within minutes of meeting him I discovered something right away.
The ventriloquist looked old, but he was younger than me in attitude.
He was playful and fun, more like a twelve year old boy than a sixty-two-year-old grandpa.
I missed my twelve year olds, they had dumped me long ago.
Choosing their friends over their mother.
Within the first two hours, I had laughed harder than I had
Laughed in six or eight years.
We did only the things I wanted to do.
He showed me how to throw my voice, but I was not any good.
We did not care.
He asked me what I wanted to do.
I wanted to go to a pawn shop. I had never been to one, and so we went.
We ate lunch at my favorite restaurant, and he insisted on paying.
In the afternoon when we said our goodbyes, I hugged him hard.
It was one of the best days of my life.
And the last day of his.
I think of this often, and
How glad I am that his cheerful playful spirit changed my hardened attitude.
Submitted to Anthony Slausen's Ventriloquist
Contest
June 19, 2018
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
All for you
The universe
The magnificent landscape
The abundant wild life
The populate human race
All for a purpose
Your purpose
To bring all to the knowledge of GOD
That all are created
For Your glory
Your enjoyment
Your wishes
All will serve This Purpose
All will accomplish their goals
That is what You will
And that will be done
You deemed it from the beginning
Your creation
Belongs to You
You will determine its work
Its accomplishment
Its mini purpose
Yours are yours
In their glorious splendor
To serve
To give
To achieve
Your objectives
Your assignments
In the whole scheme of things
Oh Magnificent Weaver
Majestic Organizer
You do it for all of us
To carry out your purpose
In life
We live not for ourselves
But yours
Who would ever know?