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Do run on distant wind
Run strong
Keep blowing it's soon to be Winters Grace
Soon below temperate freezing breaths
of negative temperatures against my face
There is one time when the skies are orange, yellow, brown and red
When the leaves are waving merrily hello hello to all the mammals insects
For you see whether it be on land
Or even in the sea there are miraculous changes that be
Deers, rabbits and squirrels
No longer summer springs been sprung it's be gone
Fondling is Autumns start
New month new day autumn season chance are ruff
While all nature the winds and change of seasons hiss
Brings about such a dead cooling cold---fallen solstice
11/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The Real Truth
With Texas Idioms
Miracle Man
October 22, 2023
Saturday nights in Haskell was always a battle,
some thought Ruff might be “all hat and no Cattle”.
He oft searched for Jack to settle some long ago spat,
Ruff was bigger “than a boarding house cat”.
Tom you ask, once more, how big was the other?
“so big he looked like he ate his brother”.
But an altercation with Jack some saw as a toss up,
for Jack was said to be “Faster than small town gossip”.
Everyone feared Jack and with him built rapport,
though he was not “the sharpest knife in the drawer”.
They both started drinking upon leaving the house,
and soon, both appeared “drunk as a meadow mouse”.
At times I’ve seen both acting just like some smurf,
thoroughly “confused as a goat on AstroTurf”.
The fights they had got them no gold buckles,
but sometimes “it would just cloud up and rain knuckles”.
Back then I was plain stupid without a disguise,
“and so narrow minded I could look through
a keyhole with both eyes”.
God is good!
It's the first week with my new pet/roommate
I've met him once before and he seemed like someone I can live with
I will say though, he does need to control himself sometimes
Last night he climbed into bed with me
Not only did he climb in bed with me,
but he also slept on the only pillow as well
I let him pet me because it helps him fall asleep
I just wish he would close the door when he goes to the bathroom
That smell, dang- it's enough to make my tail stand up
But hey, all-in-all he's a great pet
He feeds me in the morning, afternoon, and night!
When we go for walks...
I get to poop on that nasty neighbor's lawn- "Sweet"
I love my new pet!
I call him- "Ruff, ruff, ruff Ruff, ruff Ruff"
Don't ask me what he calls me,
Because he speaks in some kind of gibberish
I wonder if he knows what I'm saying
Okay sorry, here he comes,
time to act stupid again-
"Ruff, ruff, ruff ... Ruff, ruff ... ruff"
Now to lick him, and get me one of those awful tasting treats
that were probably made from the buttholes and insides
of some kind of wild Siamese two-tongued, five-toed sloths
Whose mom was a cross between a one-eyed cow and a cross-eyed cyclops
Well, enough barking for tonight
I hope my pet can shut off that darn television before he goes to bed
And- "GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW"
I love my new pet
I do my best to train him
It's a little ruff
My cat never cared,
was never bothered, never scared.
Till that is, when one day,
beside the cats litter tray,
another bowl lay beside,
In big letters labelled 'CYANIDE'.
And what did my old cat do?
Well thankfully he couldn't sue,
for he lapped up the deadly stuff,
and began to feel rather ruff.
He laid down for a quick light nap,
but this was a sadly, fatal mishap.
Well curiosity killed the cat!
No car, no illness, no getting fat.
Just his solemn wish to drink something new,
that in the end made him spew,
across the patio doors like paint,
our cat in life was not a saint.
We had a funeral he and I,
a little way to say goodbye.
For though he didn't like me so,
death makes you fonder, I'm sure you know.
A cheeky cat with so much sass,
a bachelor who purred at every lass.
Well in goes the cat, I grab a shovel,
when out pops his face all a puzzle.
I looked around and saw bowl two
Labelled 'ANTIFREEZE' , coloured bright blue.
Could this be, my brain did wonder -
how my cat survived such a blunder?
And in a move so foul and cruel,
my cat pushed a can of petrol fuel,
and then with a psychotic smile,
did scratch his claws on a nail file.
And in a poof of smoke and spark,
I'm left in only niknaks stark.
He winked at me and strutted inside,
me speechless with a torched backside.
I started to panic, he thinks I'm to blame,
and now my cats gone insane!
It seems he drank both poison and cure,
I guess I'll never know for sure.
But now I have a homicidal cat,
At least a feline sociopath at that.
Who took a pillow to my head,
when I was sound asleep in bed,
and later still left a present,
in my coffee, oh how unpleasant!
So a little warning, this shall serve,
to those of you who have the nerve,
to not treat your cat with respect,
you never know what might happen next.
For in the garden I can see,
a hole scratched out for poor, old me.
07.31.2021
Page 4 The Lost Souls Saloon
With a wave of her hand
The cowhands all dispersed
Then she spoke to me some words
I'm sure were well rehearsed
She leaned a little forward,
placed her palm 'long side my cheek
Said, "I could be the one,
if it's companionship you seek"
I admit she put a smile
on my ruff and worn out face
and my eyes began to wander
down her corset made of lace
Then she grabbed me by my vest
as she pulled me from the chair
dragged me 'cross the floor
and made me stumble up the stairs
We landed by a door
when she pulled me by my shirt
Then slammed me 'gainst the wall
and said "please now make me hurt"
I was taken back and tongue tied
So I answered with a kiss
and though I've been with gals before
There was never one like this
Then I entered through the door
Seeking conquest and its glory
As cast aside my faith
In this place called purgatory
Don't want to miss page 7
coming soon rated PG
Just a garden variety generic wordsmith
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma,
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a decoy
occasionally rocketing, outsourcing,
kickstarting, feigning
tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!
Life in the K9 corps
ain't so doggone ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish
ways, and truth be told,
I would rather be outwardly
hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
(threatened tubby slowly
strangled to death by bonafide vee
numb muss snakes, yours truly
screaming bloody murder,
viper esse scent chilly resembling
caduceus), and/or re:
peat head lee bitten
(till death do us part)
by vampire (weekend) bats pre
dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines bull heave -
meeting grisly demise, where prowling
hoodlums - vicious murderous electric
kool aid acid tested gang
infesting mean streets -
viz hit head hay be us corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
(think skidrow) role much
more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,
and sweat pouring directive hee
ping helplessness 'specially,
when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
accompanied by my grateful
dead cutting crew - on free
key Friday the 13th
assigned directive to man
the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
donning head to toe
bulletproof suit vests.
Nevertheless, yours truly fraught with
horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
challenging, enduring, and grueling
than surviving training
undertaking associated
with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
earned linkedin prestige
joining: Raiders of United
States Marine Corp,
Green Berets United States Army
Special Forces, or Navy Seals.
A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary
testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated
olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst lee screeched
amidst Grafenberg tit parades
bumping uglies during four nuke key eight ting game
where pinkish puckered two lips viz biological
Russian roulette played – birth control relegated as desuetude
hotly contested fee conned, caved heat seminal blitzkrieg overlaid
bilging swamped,
whence olds eye goat ruff fused exiting nightshade
shy ham mull in, and gave way to blast ta cyst
vis a visa viz biological fertilization qua two plump milkmaids
from inchoate seeds juiced beginning
to compress bladder re: lemonades
per diem mother via umbilical cord fueling gestation,
where sonogram shows faint genetic threnody skein
perchance manifold jades
nope – no fallacy when peppy thrust with sucks esse full feint
after thwarting objection against skin flute charmed thence invades
which begot conception from chromosomal traits stitched
via jean S, and her faction of trumpeting handmaids
whose fecund ditty began to feel swell as biological reproduction
showed no uterine back grades
as Tabula rasa In utero endured fusillades per what mother tubby ingested
sustenance promulgated noticeable womb dar full expansion fusillades
of nutriments ordaining future health of progeny
riddling endless questions within the gallimaufry
discombobulated mental, physical fatigue enfilades
and spiritual state of momma me ya in tha family way, whereby baby blueprint an outcome as nano sized atomic bombshells scoured decades
to determine the ontological makeup from when the fluid dynamics
spelling impregnation since time immemorial and into the future cascades
artfully concatenating eminent grise immaculate kindred laminated with waxy substance i.e. vernix, though smooth
doth serve analogous to microscopic switch-blades.
Form:
H ow can I tell you, how amazing you are?
A little brother, a brat, a
N uisance, who has a heart of gold.
S oft and mushy under a
G ruff exterior...not at all
U nlike his father.
S trong, faithful, devoted to family,
T rusting to a fault
A lways quick to smile, to share a laugh, your
V ivacious spirit is infectious,
L eaving laughter, warmth, compassion, and
L ove where ever you go. Even when you’re being
O bnoxious,
Y ou still steal my heart. It
D rives me crazy when you’re not happy.
M emories of you playing Cheetah
E ver the caretaker, devoted and loving in
Y outh to adulthood. You’ve grown before my
E yes into an astounding man’
R eminiscent of the men whose names you bear.
He whispered, "You're here."
My fragrance consorted before me,
sweet scent of summer lilacs.
He placed a rose on sheets of platinum silk.
Wildfires of desire in his emerald eyes,
reflected in soft glimmers
of a voluminous pearl moon.
Seductive smile on my vermillion lips
in chamber lit by amber candles.
No need of their scintillation to see,
I only needed to feel.
Diamonds danced across a dusky sapphire sky
as he breathed erotic sensations on my nape,
slid a strap off the shoulder of my ginger gown.
The pulse of his heart beat against my hand.
My other caressed the charcoal ruff at his temple.
Fuchsia blooms fluttered on the trellis window.
Their aroma faded as I inhaled his balm,
tasted love, savored passion until I was replete.
Soft breezes swirled across warm silk sheets.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
March 13, 2016
Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.
Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual sadness easily prompted
can easily trigger me to cry
linkedin when grim reaper gloated
October 7th, 2020
ye did somewhat peacefully die
though methinks immortality
I did briefly espy,
when miracles of modern medicine
tried, but could not
stave off mortality nor fortify
depredations of aging concerning
one wunderkind whose accomplishments
laudatory when a young handsome guy,
whose intelligence scored high
native talent aptitude tests did imply.
The late Boyce Brandon Harris
exhibited prolific talents at young age
aside being scholastically gifted,
acquiring graduate degree
courtesy Columbia University,
freshly minted mechanical engineer
(he admirably ranked within
uppermost percentile academically),
I hashtag thy mine deceased father
(a polymath - jack-of-all-trades),
who possessed (née excelled)
at diverse creative abilities.
Aside from being schooled
as mechanical engineer,
(which courses in mathematics and science
he passed with flying colors)
his mind genetically bequeathed
to craft almost anything under the sun
evidenced first by yours truly,
the second offspring and sole son
who ofttimes felt intimidated
at being in presence
of said Renaissance man.
Handicrafts included
expending blood, sweat, and tears
to craft multitude of projects;
i. building me Flintstone (foot powered)
car with wooden license plate.
ii. making playhouse for all three
of us - his progeny.
iii. amassing wood pile(s),
to stoke wood burning stoves
iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff
(two doggone mixed breed Border Collies
rescued courtesy youngest sister
at her Jacobsburg, Penna work site)
v. constructing sauna in cellar,