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Premium Member Reality Not All That Sunny

Nothing funnier than a bear mouth clown
Telling a joke that not now or ever funny
Drinking frozen lemonade served by the Eveready bunny
Start a joke, it ain't funny
Reality Not All That Sunny
fell down to the ground, head spinning round
Crackle Jack barrel crashed into a police car
Kindergarten children spilling chocolate milk
Onto grandma's favorite quilt 
Start a joke, it ain't funny
Reality Not All That Sunny
Here she comes running holdin my money
Slipped in fell hit her head money went everywhere
IRS came to pick her up, threw her back down she owed back-taxes
                      political status
Reality Not All That Sunny
Neither Democratic, Republican, or Independent
The highest majority of you got more money than the average
Don't pay fer gas in car got paid fer office supplies
Reality Not All That Sunny
I'm stuck in revolt this ain't no joke
Think I swallowed wrong now I'm choke
Reality Not All That Sunny
Health care who cares a President said it's not new taxes
This ain't funny nor a joke
Vote for grandma least she'll give you home made soup
Reality Not All That Sunny
 
12/29/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.


Premium Member Four men in restaurant


   The first man had a wife,
   Helped him with dressing and strife.
   Kept his sweets near,
   Made sure he never looked over here.

   The second man and his wife,
   In baggy ill-fitting clothes.
   Took the leftovers home under his clothes,
   Squirreling condiments away for another day.

   The third man had no wife,
   Just a young thing he was after.
   Full of chatter,
   To impress the young thing, not that it mattered.

   The fourth man cleared the tables,
   Moving silently when able.
   Shifting around,
   Bent over and facing the ground.

   The men one, two, and three,
   Each were white never in fright.
   Had a place you see,
   In a country that was free.

   The fourth man was brown,
   With dark black hair.
   Worn hands,
   From work everywhere.

   When police cars went by,
   The fourth man kept a watchful eye.
   When they went past,
   He breathed a sigh of relief.

   Of the four,
   I must say.
   I'm prouder of him,
   Then my country today!

   He is one among many holding tight,
   To his dream of a life.
   Working long hours at jobs that strain,
   Not jobs that many would strain to obtain.

   Yet of the four,
   He was the only one at the door.
   Watching fearfully at work,
   As the police car went by.

That's Why They Died!

The impatient motorist,
drunken and careless, drove
through the red light
and stroke a pedestrian
sending him five feet in the air;
then crashed into a concrete wall, 
to commit suicide...
that's why he died!

The drug-addict shot up cocaine
with a dirty needle...in a filthy,
abandoned store on the avenue;
his acute pain was relieved instantly;
he rejoiced for a few moments,
them his red and semi-conscious eyes 
slowly began to close and he turned blue...
that's why he died!

The  police car chased four robbers
in a stolen car...shots were fired,
and gess who got shot?
The wounded policeman 
called for help,but blood 
gushed from his dizzy head;    
the thieves fled on foot...
to a hut in the parking lot!
The sirens' lights whirred... 
they were sourrounded,
but didn't surrender to pleads;
they kept on firing their cheap guns,
they came out challenging,
attempting another ascape,
but they were mortally hit...
that's why they died!

     
The tripping hooker
in a leather miniskirt,
hustled the motorist
stopped at a crossing light;
she made an offer,
the car door opened
and she hopped in without fret!
By the murky river,
where the streets are empty and dark,
her lifeless body was found;
wasn't safety haunting her foolish mind?...
That's why she died!

The homeless man
begged the passerbys
who usually complied;
nickels,quaters and dimes glittered
in his small coffee cup...
money to be spent on beer,
food and cigarettes...
without having a place to go!
Winter was brute and covered  
his frozen eyes with snow...
that's why he died! 

The smelly dude with torn clothes walked
in a huge save-a-dollar-store...
with the bad intention he had premeditated;
he had no job:  a loser and a destitute...
the wailing owner of the store,
pulled out his rifle and shot him twice!
The leaping robber dropped down...
holding a bloody,sharp knife:
grasping for breath,but found none...
that's why he died!
Form: Ballad

When Alfred left

When Alfred left me

It was not my fault, I had no shoes, and the police stopped
asking why  I had no shoes
since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to  off.
I was handcuffed and put in a police car,
which was more cooling than the asphalt
It was October in Albufeira, which can be warm
I thought this was a perfect movement, a father defends his son
But Alfred, who refuses to be my father, had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case,
luckily the Portuguese
The police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
The next day, I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinese shop
Alfred was wearing my costly  upper leather
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Premium Member I Am With You

Eagle soars, circles in the updraught

keen eyes spot rabbit 

it swoops, dives

run rabbit run

at the last possible moment

it turns uphill

eagle has to turn away

for fear of wing damage

talons missed the target

rabbit gets away

I am with you

 

Young child sneaks out of tent

at dawn, runs down to the water

crock lays in waiting

in a foot of water

near the edge as fauna

looks for a morning drink

young child about to step into

the water gets spooked

by a magpie, runs back to the tent

crock goes hungry

I am with you

 

Stalker watches young woman in car park

pack shopping every Wednesday night at 10

he's already killed before

as he's about to abduct her

a police car pulls into the carpark

to apprehend a suspected shoplifter

She goes home

 

I am with you

always
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.


Somewhere Out There

somewhere

It is a beautiful morning in Cascais tourists are still asleep, as is my wife
A police car hastens through the Avenida and the young officers 
who likes to drive fast through the empty streets?
Yesterday was a great day in Moscow, so many beautiful uniforms, 
blue and gold
When young, I wanted to be a general but being petrified of things 
like bullets flying through the air, I donned a white apron.
My days as a recruit in the royal navy were not a success: I do not 
handle being given orders without protest. 
So long time ago, now I sit on the terrace a seagull lands sit on
 the railing and shrieks let it be nosy at it, wants, bravely I ignored 
It demands of me not to sit where I sit.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Georgie Pordgie

Georgie Pordgie puddin’ and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry
But when the boys came out to play
Georgie Pordgie ran away

There’s more to this tale than you’ve been told,
Is what happened after Georgie was 16 years old,
It’s why we no longer tell our children this rhyme,
Because sexual assault is a very serious crime.

When old Georgie tried to kiss all the girls,
The sirens wailed and the police car lights whirled,
When Georgie got scared and tried to run away,
They threw him behind bars and he’s there today.

So head this message when this song gets sung,
Just because it was cute when we were very young,
There’s still a lesson we adhere to without fail,
obey all the laws, or you’ll wind up in jail.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member THRONE OUT


Andrew ordered a stripogram, Kay
To visit him on his birthday
When he opened the door
Sixteen copper’s he saw
They cuffed him, then took him away

After questioning for many hours
In the police car oh how he cowers
There’s one thing I’ll bet
He’s been covered in sweat
His birthday bash pizza night sours! 

The Epstein files are in the press
Now Andrew’s life is such a mess
As his recent arrest
Surely made Andrew stressed
He’s guilty, but he won’t confess

I’m hoping royal succession can
Be removed from this vile man
I’m “Throne out,” he will moan
“The loo’s my only throne”
All royal titles flushed down the pan!
Form: Limerick

Work and Life the Truth

My office window as no bars 
and the doors are sometimes  left ajar. 
I earned no trip   in the back of a police car 
And no judge and jury pondered long and hard
It's called winning at life, I've earned  a  capitalist gold star.

You pick your leaders and take your chance
And hope they don't lead you on a song and dance. 
And pray your life chances they enhance.
And a penchant for wars they don't advance. 
And be very wary when they   take a moral stance. 

Freedoms just a mirage used to fool us stupid proles.
And gives the bosses and Politian's total control.
Don't rock the boat or you will be swiftly on the dole 
one of society's victims a poor  homeless  soul .
So kiss the wife goodbye and all your  life goals  

You have been sold to the man for corporate gold.

Premium Member Small Town Cop

Alternating red and blue, police car siren blaring.
My heart is thumping wildly. I wave and blow him a kiss, 
But he doesn't notice. He is on the job, not caring.
And since I'm driving slowly, a chance meeting I'm going to miss.

Had he wings, he would be the Heavenly Angel Michael.
But he is an honest cop who watches for speeders on the road.
His manner is courteous; his aura is physical,
Yet, his peaceful brow is smooth, tending not to furrow hold.

Today, I see him at the curb writing a citation.
I wave, I wink, and blow a kiss as I drive on by.
Though my heart is bursting with daily infatuation, 
It is those California girls who always catch his eye.
Form: Rhyme

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