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As a little girl born free
I’d like to think what I’ll be
When I cease to be called baby
And grow up to be a lady
Should I become a famous star?
Travelling in my expensive car
Acting has been my forte
Mamma says I’m going astray
Maybe, a housewife sounds good
Doing my daily chores as I should
Before my in-laws I’ve to be coy
Which will give them immense joy
Or, lie in a hammock all the day
Papa says it’s the best way
To remain happy and strong
In relaxing there’s nothing wrong!
Irrespective of what I think
Happy Diwali is on the brink
Best wishes to one and all
I hope more rain doesn’t fall.
End
In the saloon gambler Milton, rose from his leather chair to speak
And said we need to make changes for the good of Soup Creek
He read all the meaningful proposals to the townsfolk out loud
And those meaningful proposals were well received by the crowd.
A stranger sat in the corner looked like he'd just got outta bed
Stood up and disagreed with everything Milton had said
He'd totally misunderstood Milton's honourable intention
The situation became tense and you could feel the tension.
There was an icy deadly silence then over by the far corner
Stood saloon girl Jenna looking mean, and cradling a Winchester
There was a mad stampede, as folks tried to get out the door
The stranger carried on ranting and at gambler Milton he swore.
Someone had alerted Sheriff Koplin and he was soon on his way
Then entered the saloon approaching the stranger, and had this to say
"Soup Creek is a very peaceful town and we aim to keep it that way
And if you don't like how we run things then you'd best be on your way"
Then from the back door of the saloon, entered four other deputies
Dave the Texas ranger, saloon girl Tania and the blacksmith called Rees
Undertaker Tom needed business, he was hoping the stranger they'd kill
And then headed off with a pick and shovel, to his office at Boot Hill.
The stranger was outnumbered and knew he wouldn't win
And handed the Sheriff his gun who said "I'm taking you in"
The Sheriff at gunpoint walked the stranger over to the jail
And told him" I'm locking you up and don't think about bail"
Meanwhile Tom up at Boot Hill was sweating digging a grave
Then heard someone hollering it was the Texas ranger Dave
Tom looked up and Dave told him "you won't be needed today
But Sheriff Koplin is generous and you'll still get your days pay"
"Gambler Milton is in the saloon later and he's holding a big party"
Tom threw his shovel in the grave and said "sounds good to me "
They both mounted their horses and then headed back to town
And they arrived back in Soup Creek as the sun was going down.
Written 16th August 2022
My Morning with Tim 48
Kevin Davis 2024
Each morning I watch Tim, my dog, awaken.
He tends to his needs—water, food, a step outside.
Then he moves about, bumping into chairs,
yet always calm, always cheerful, never shaken.
He searches, finds, then comes for a rub,
my voice calling his name, a treat in my hand.
For a while he stays close, then roams again,
returning to sniff what’s left, as if he truly sees.
He sits, awaiting the brush of my hand,
sniffs the treat at his feet,
then lies down proudly to accept both reward and touch.
Such is our morning routine:
Tim to nap by my feet,
I to sip coffee, switch on my computer,
and let the day begin its gentle climb.
These are our retired days, peaceful and slow,.
“Hey, let’s go out!”
And I reply with a smile, “Okay, where to?
And breakfast? I’ve got toast and coffee on.”
“That sounds good,” she says. “Come in, we’ll decide.”
So, I rise, happily shifting my mood,
ready to step into the day with my bride.
NOISY
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds,
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
‘Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part
being smart and proud.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Arrogance sounds good
on shouting day of nuisance.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life,
but have fun.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day
gets cooled on calm night.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Observe days full of noises
to meet silent night with love.
05/13/21
Sounds of the Day sound loud
Sounds of the day ceaseless go, know no specific bounds,
Since day dawns, noon deepens, merges to night to convince.
Chattering -chirping of birds, cries of domestic chores scattering,
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles go continuous hasty.
Cracking sound of wheels, blowing horns turn law-breaking.
Crowd yells, either avoid or be a part being proud.
Arrogance sounds good on shouting day of nuisance.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life, but have fun.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
Fight of marital clash on noisy day get cancelled on calm night.
Observe days full of noises to meet silent night with love.
06/19/16
Day dawns, noon deepens to eve merging in night to decay.
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Kids play, make noise, shout on joy which each parent needs.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life but have fun.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
' Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part being smart and proud.
Arrogance sounds good on shouting day of nuisance.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day gets cooled on calm night.
Observe days full of noises to meet silent night with love.
Sounds of day ceaseless run knowing absolute no specific bound.
Amplitude of loud sound at last to fade out reaching street of solitude.
Neighbors
by Edmund Siejka
It was getting colder
Sun slowly
Easing
From the afternoon sky.
Taking off his glasses
He studied the front steps
How was he going to get a heavy dresser up there?
His wife asked, “Are, you sure you can do this?”
Turning, her eyes focused on the nearby homes
She thought she saw a curtain move.
“No one is coming out to give us a hand” she said
“We don’t have those kinds of neighbors,
We’ve got to do this ourselves before it gets dark
Tommy’s going to have to help.”
“But Tommy’s only thirteen.”
“He’s got to help. Anyway, he’s big for his age.”
Exhausted, they moved the dresser into the bedroom
Tired she said “I did as much as I could.”
“We’ve had a long day” he replied
“So, lets get takeout.”
Flashing a grin she answered, “Sounds good to me
Chinese or pizza?”
“How about Chinese?”
“Let me ask Tommy If he’s OK with Chinese.”
Calling from the other room
“Tommy wants pizza.”
“Christ everything’s for him.”
“Well, he did help.”
“When I was his age, I did what my parents said.”
Lowering her voice, she answered “Well, he’s your son too so why don’t you talk to him?”
Looking around the bedroom
She couldn’t help but notice,
“By the way there’s scratch marks all over the floor.”
Red faced he answered
“Listen, no more aggravation today. We’ll do something about it later. Pizza is fine with me.”
“OK, I’ll call and you pick up. Does that work?”
Leaning against the kitchen counter
Thoughts that were always near the surface
Bubbled upwards
Making her wonder
Why are husbands so fuggin’ stupid?
Most things that taste good are bad for you the true
Nutrients is the closeness to the wrongness now aloof
When you swallow the truth and glorifies you
It brings you closer to the essence of life truth
GOOD TASTE FIT RIGHT TRUTH-aloof
Now those things that are fitting for you conform
And fit on you they don't just fall and hang loosely on you
Like a drape hanging down and the tightness there is
It's the embrace of there is a molding a bonding aloof
The truth finds his way when you're loose
GOOD TASTE FIT RIGHT TRUTH-aloof
Now if it tastes good and it looks good doesn't mean it's good
And if it sounds good doesn't mean it should be ever good
You see the only good in me is the God in Me
So if I walk away is He still abide in me
If He takes HIS breath away I am no longer alive
nah my true essence I'm a vapor I just went poof
GOOD TASTE FIT RIGHT TRUTH-aloof
7/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Rainbow girl! They told the young harried couple of a new born babe
She’s the best babysitter we have ever hired, down here in the shade.
If you have a mess, she will clean it up while your baby sleeps soundly.
Wait until you have her, her talents will completely astound thee.
Rainbow girl grabbed their baby out of their arms and said
Go have some fun, while I put this little darling to bed
They did not have time to tell her about the colic, she treated them mean
But when they returned their baby was asleep, and their house was clean
Let’s have her every night, the tired mother said to the dad
Sounds good to me, he said, ready to have more fun than the pad
Rainbow girl was booked up years in advance, maybe twenty-two
The fact they had gotten her to come at all was a bit of a coup
To fully be safe, we would have to live somewhere else right now.
Move out of this galaxy onto another planet away from the pandemic.
But this is what I would suggest.
One. Wash your hands over and over and over all day long.
Which I never do.
I would suggest wearing a mask. I have one hanging up in the kitchen.
I do not wear it, because I do not go anywhere.
I live in the country, so I never see people.
I would suggest wearing gloves. I have some but figure I am allergic.
I have a horrible latex allergy, so wearing them is out because I do not know.
Whether they have latex or not.
They say have the flu shot; this is not possible for me.
The flu shot contains latex. If you do not know that, you should.
To be safe – stay inside, do not go anywhere, shelter in place.
I am terrific at this, have spent five weeks doing this.
However, my husband is running around out there daily.
So who knows what he is bringing home.
Does he take a mask? Yes.
Does he wear it?
Who knows?
This pandemic thing is beyond irritating to me. I am tired of it.
I want to see my friends. I want to go to dinner.
I want to play with my grandchildren.
Staying safe? Sure. It sounds good,
but it is confining, confounding and devoid of so much joy.