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If your Crown is Crooked, the force of my wind shook it.
You will feel it, and you will look it. Guess what, I will hook it
I own my reign, crowns, diamonds, and only gains.
You dropped your code, haven't you been told
now you are old. Go back to your abode
I'm here to stay, doing me my way.
Its already started, watch me heart it!!!
If your crown is crooked, it sure will look it
here to stay, get out my way.
All eyes on me, can't you see
the real Queen Bee is for the world to see
If your Crown is crooked, I will hook it
Get in my background, watch me turn this around.
Diva say your prayers, I have no cares
It's my turn, watch me burn!!!!
If your crown is crooked, my wind shook it
remember, they come to see the crown
full splendor all the way around
I got my chance, to take my stance
and make them all prance
If your Crown is crooked, my wind shook it!!!!
Circumstance
Why you want hurt me
As you claim your day
You stand here and judge me
As you say your prayers
Why you come to me on your knees
Shouting profanities
As you say your prayers
You stand here and judge me
I have two cheeks you just slap one
You come before me entitled for more
Originally, naturally, genetically, suppose to be unforgiven
Love my enemy easier than it seems
Hurt me more, love me less
Wear your linens openly in the work place
No matter your feelings about me
They flow and fly as the breeze
Alas I can't make you like, or love me
And just as you are in lack
and because of YOUR morals and political tracks
It's YOURS and MINE... Circumstance
01/14/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
I have a special interest in telling about my colonoscopy.
The doc cheerful, secure in his specialty, colon cancer being
the second leading cause of cancer death after lung tumors.
They can snip the precancerous polyps right out of you during the test.
At first the doc gave me the statistics but having paid 25 bucks for this
interview
I decided to make him explain the science. He was most comfortable
describing the physical architecture of adenomatous v. hyperplastic polyps
but what about cell structure I said. He was vague about genes and
hormones,
I could have been chatting with an Electrolux salesman.
I wasn’t worried although my ass was burning.
Everybody dies, everybody, even Whitman and Emerson, so I browse
models for dying—
mine are middlebrow, saddlebow—John Wayne in The Shootist, Paul
Newman in Hombre—or hagiography
Plath her head stuck in an oven, Hemingway who ate his shotgun.
Anyway I was upbeat flirting with the nurse, a muse who has seen it all
before,
acting tough, which isn’t actually an act
you do your prep and say your prayers.
I thought I’d be in and out butt as you probably already know
the prep for this procedure is worthy of Gandhi. A day of fasting,
clear fluids only, and constant voiding.
You arrive at the hospital one spiritual chicken.
I reflected it can’t hurt, lose a little weight, remember who you are
without so much and flesh between you and the natural world.
Snipping polyps is like taking electrons to a lower quantum energy level,
nearer the nucleus, with fasting and sexual abstinence.
The art of total presence and abstinence, dependence on the doctor for
future existence.
Do you think I run scared from you?
Do you think that you stand above me in those big boots?
Do you think I cower, trembling beneath a table,
With my tail tucked between my legs,
While you search for me atop that high horse you like to ride?
Do you think in this childish game of cat and mouse,
You so deviously started,
That you are the cat with the sharpened claws
And I am the weak, defenceless mouse—
Fulfilling my only purpose as prey to you?
And in this game that you planned out so perfectly,
You sit and torment me day after day:
Until, in the end, the tiny, petrified mouse
Acts out and bites the paw that swipes at it—
Only for you to reverse the roles and pretend that, all along,
You were the poor, poor mouse; hunted mercilessly
By me: the unruly predator.
So, now, you say the mobs will appear to chase the beast away—
You think I hide with my tail tucked between my legs;
Ready to beg for your mercy—
But I will not bow down to the words you say.
If I am the monster, then let this be known:
My teeth are bared and I am waiting to attack;
Say your prayers and kiss your family goodbye
Because trust me, friend,
My bark is not worse than my bite.
This may possibly be my last poem( for a while anyway)
And is dedicated to all the poets who are about to meet
Matthew within the next few days ----say your prayers
be safe----and after Matthew leaves ----show Love---
be thank full and be kind to others, Thanks and God Bless
A shadow like none other
Slowly creeps along the ground
As storm clouds twist then turn and roll
With winds, that eery sound
The cats all run, the bird all fly
There's no one to be found
That's just the way it is
When Matthew comes to town
The men all shrink, the women cry
Where babies tears abound
And all is lost, if it's not tied
Battened or nailed down
There is no light, that comes with day
And hope's just not around
So, we'll just sit and pray away
When Matthew comes to town
Flesh And Bone
David J Walker
What is the weight of
this flesh and bone
Night wind
calling home
the souls of those
long gone
slow until the coming dawn
who still tread the trails of youth
tell me
did you sin
did you say your prayers
under the stars or stairs
did you finally win
the blue ribbon
he wears
as if it were the truth
what is the weight of this
flesh and bone
abandoned dreams
when the day is done
a rusted sun
in muted streams
a mournful drone
imperfect clone
of a bygone day undone
free me from this flesh and bone
call me home
let me walk with
those long gone
all alone
into the coming dawn
Sheila says life is a joy
she has a plethora of hobbies
surrounded by family and two loving dogs
she cooks and bakes to an imaginary piper
her neighbors congregate at her party house
Janice does not understand Sheila
her life ceased to exist six years ago
when her Roy died
She crawled into the grave with him
life has no meaning for Janice
we do not have to be Sheila or Janice
but we do have to figure out life
until the day we don’t
so, let’s focus on the positive things that happen
we don’t have to ignore the negatives
We have to bury them
deep in the ground
or throw them into the river
or burn them
they do us no good
life is for the living
and dwelling on negatives is not that
so, skip to work and sing a little song
wave to strangers on the highway and wish them well
say your prayers, expressing gratitude for your triumphs
focus on the best parts of you and yours
and you will be surrounded by love and light
and you will show others how to live and find their joy
We got floods we got fires and sexual desires.
We got pot we got coke all kinds of drugs we can smoke.
We got racism we got hate we have we have sealed our fate its most likely to late.
We got war we got bombs it wont be long i hope i am wrong.
We got guns not just some but a whole freaking ton isn't it fun.
The answer is clear the human race will disappear i fear the end is coming near.
Our savior wont tolerate our behavior he will be here sooner than later.
The second coming wont be kind the fireball will make you blind its coming quick its almost time.
Dont assume we wont be doomed say your prayers and do it soon.
God is loving and a really nice guy and if you ask why do i have to die.
It all depends on you and how much you shared dont be scared he just might let you move upstairs.
Dont give up with out a fight kiss your kids and your wife and try to enjoy the rest of your life.
the news just came, it was not so good. Do not wilt like a flower, you must be The sun is shining brightly, so must you~so smile. Say your prayers, talk to God. It will be all right, yes all right with prayer. Each new day, have a good laugh or two. Beauty and love are all around, for they cover over you. Everything will be fine, just fine~you will see
2/25/202
Note:Just got some bad news about a friend.....
A hard day of play is at its ending.
It’s time to rest the body and the mind.
Get lost in the dreams the Sandman’s sending.
It’s sleepytime…
A bedtime snack uneaten on the table.
A testament, a witness, and a sign.
They try to hide the yawns but they’re unable.
It’s sleepytime…
So, grab your favorite blankie or your teddy bear.
Your head on Mommy’s shoulder, hand entwined in hair.
I’ll tell a little story if you say your prayers.
Then close your eyes. It’s sleepytime…
Just one more little hug and then I’ll tuck you in.
You fight, but it’s a battle you can never win.
The rising sun will tell you when the day begins.
Just close your eyes. It’s sleepytime…
Now, slowly, surely they drift off to Neverland.
At last they leave the busy day behind.
Perhaps as they grow older they will understand.
It’s sleepytime…
It’s sleepytime…
It’s sleepytime…