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Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
Inspired by Stevie Wonder song "My World Is Empty Without You"
My love is forlorn without you
I imagine you alight like a fairy from moonbeam
Glitter like the shine of the silvery night
Like a dew drop of dawn I want you to glow
In my lonesome meadow
I’ll see you make my love flourish in my empty world
I live only to seek you
As you walk in ballerina steps dancing with glee
On the silver-soaked beach of the sea
The waves will bring the strings of pearl
On your ivory feet they will curl
I’ll make my love adorn you with adoring jewels
You’re an angel treading my dream trail
Your face radiates through the stardust veil
Your gentle embrace will take me on a fascinating flight
My heart will cascade like a stream of delight
I’ll carry you with love in its flow forever.
I live only to need you
As I walk lonely in the deserted wasteland
You’ll take me to the blooming valley of colors
My longing will turn into a flower for you
Our future will be tinged by its hue
My love is forlorn without you
OMG its Santa Claus he yelped and then he ran for the Mickey mask
ducking slinking making small, he hid behind so he didn't have to ask
suddenly he heard an elfish sputter, "Quenya, Tengwar, Luin , Papain"
he lingered longer just to see but fell asleep half way through the task
Santa gave a shaky belly laugh ate one cookie then drank from a flask
No clatter was heard atop the roof just a sigh from little Stevie Woohoo
who didn't have a clue how Santa's shop created, the anti-covid brew
zappy and witty they refilled His cup, "uenque, minque, limpe, maint"
once known as Nicholas, now known as Chris, he delivers without flu
leaving behind a dose of magic, and a spoonful of healtheous goo...
To the White House he did fly to deliver a parcel of good news, and some
he ate the Presidential cookies with delight then wiped up every crumb
in the oval office the treaty was sealed, "Parf, Edhellen, Tenna, Elwen"
healed and restored we were united once again when the cure did come
he returned to the North like a happy drummer boy and his ratatat- tum.
Contest Name: Santa's Covid Christmas
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos
And congas on mom’s pots and pans
Every time my parents would go to work
I’m, I the youngest stayed at home to baby sit
Instead of flunking me for truancy
Teacher didn’t believe me
At home with mine brother
His rhymes rhythm ways he could-have been another
Stevie Land Morris a “Wonder”
Darkness shown fell on me
His blindness was always be
Looked at him as his eyes danced
The earth darting about the horizon beats
“Does he see internally, eternally?”
The lights were already out for me
But as for him he so already sees
How can a blind person breath colors breathe
Darkness shown all on him on me
He sees what God sees
Do I envision His, their Inter Vision
If I could see for him. I couldn’t see for him
He who hasn’t seen not afraid of the dark, why, so,
So shall he sees more. . . . Many views untold
Unfold the dark I’m lost from here lit in the dark?”
“Yes.” So dark I can see.
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light
Dark dances in the light
Those the skin on my pupil tight
Opeck scales covering mine eyes
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos
And congas on mom’s pots and pans
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Special needs, disabled
Yet instilled, still alive I wonder
Is it too late to be liked a Stevie Wonder
12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I walked down the alleyways of London
Early one edgy Friday evening.
I am a touring, curious resident, mind you.
The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and
With the hushed melody of frazzled fog.
I headed towards a snaky road, cobbled to fractured
Heels and hills, and stumbled upon
Oxford Street, famous for all manner of glitz
And devoted heartbreaks.
It was nearing winter, but not yet wintertime.
Autumn, hoar with age, and damp,
Was about to swallow her pride and go away —
And go the way of all flesh—
Leaving nothing behind but her gathered and swept-up
Wreaths of browned, aged, haggard leaves.
Oxford Street, the world's loudest bazaar,
A fattening roofless museum of couture
That runs on a long, broad and sinfully perfumed hall,
Peopled by men and women, ancient and modern,
Fogeys and hipsters,
Held fast to its deafening sound and picture of glossy, sexy lipsticks,
Redder than deer blood,
And assembled pieces of mascara,
So charming, so flimsy, on glass trays and wooden hooks,
Each selling much more than a fragile penny.
I inhaled and exhaled, culture dragging my feet, cloyed by
Sensations strongly adhered to by hissing smells of now and then.
I was shocked by the magic of flitting lights and fleeting senses.
Shoulders rubbed each other with shuffling, dragging gaits,
The rush needless and lacking in manners.
Should there be a fall from the height of Stevie Nicks' platform
Shoes, the grounds would rumble, ankles would dislocate, ‘HELP! '
Would be screamed beyond Beatles' decibels.
On Oxford Street, it's go your own way—beyond Fleetwood Mac.
I followed in the footsteps of only those who walked with caution.
Litters of shredded London Evening Standard smelled differently, rolled and
Spread out, reminding everyone, resident and tourist, of the
Elegance of the English alphabet, the fine fonts of printed almanacs.
The next man I stumbled upon his shoulder, a reserved newspaper
Vendor, the age of an embryo, yelled, Blimey!
Hosting my bent thorax upon his bale of hanging papers,
He asked, pulling me up with his one unfettered hand,
His breath on torture,
‘First time on Oxford Street, mate? '
‘Last, ' I mumbled.
today we are living in a wounded nation
rife with moral and political condemnation
we need to be more like Stevie
who is blind but can spiritually see
we need to function in this world
with a Christ-like propensity
we need a Haggai to come in
a devout prophet of God
to correct and redirect
this nation's mindset and heart
we need to be more like Stevie
who is blind but can spiritually see
we need to function in this world
with a Christ-like propensity
now quickened by the Holy Spirit
and with God re-engaged
every generation working as one
now with God on the same page
our latter will be greater
once we come to comprehend
the collective needs of the people
are more essential than the needs
of individual men
we need to be more like Stevie
who is blind but can spiritually see
we need to function in this world
with a Christ-like propensity
we need a hallelujah mindset
we need our voices raised
we need our spiritual lives nurtured
with protein shakes full of praise
we need to be more like Stevie
who is blind but can spiritually see
we need to function in this world
with a Christ-like propensity
we need to be more like Stevie
who is blind but can spiritually see
we need to function in this world
with a Christ-like propensity
You are my friend, my centre,
my lover, my wife;
you are always
the sunshine of my life.
My love for you deepens
as the days - the years - go by;
you are always
the apple of my eye.
For over thirty years,
in my life you've been a part;
always and forever
you will stay in my heart.
When we first met,
you sensed that I was lonely,
perhaps because
you were lonely too.
I think we came
to each other's rescue,
and it still amazes me
how much love is inside of you.
You are the greatest love
I have ever found,
and that is why
I'll always be around.
And even when the clouds
are dark, dank and grey
I'll be right here beside you
and, with you, I'll always stay.
(You Are the Sunshine of My Life by Stevie Wonder)
Inspired by "Part Time Lover" - Stevie Wonder
I know I’m spending too much time with you
And really ought to turn and walk away.
I came today when in my heart I knew
Just what a dangerous game it is we play
No words of love have passed between us yet.
We’ve both been careful not to cross the line.
But when you’re near it’s easy to forget
That you have yours at home and I have mine
For something in the way you smile at me
And how, when fingers accidentally meet,
They linger almost imperceptibly,
Makes time stand still and my heart skip a beat
And so, although this thing is wrong I know,
I’ll stay with you until you bid me go
I used the song parts in this poem:
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer.
I thought you would go, then come back home.
I thought the cold would leave by summer,
but my quiet nights will be spent alone.
~ I Never Dreamed You’d Leave in Summer, *Written by Stevie Wonder and Syreeta Wright*
As I walk along,
I wonder
what went wrong
with our love
~ Runaway *Written by Del Shannon and Max Crook*
'Cause I've done everything I know
to try and change your mind,
and I think I'm gonna miss you
for a long, long time.
~Long, Long Time *Written by Gary Wright, Sung by Linda Ronstadt*
My poem, Summer Runaway, follows:
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer.
I thought you would go, then come back home.
I thought the cold would leave by summer,
but my quiet nights will be spent alone.
I’ve never felt so lost and confused.
I’m no longer warmed by the summer breeze.
This time, my heart is broken, not just bruised.
We used to stroll ‘neith these willow trees.
As I walk along,
I wonder
what went wrong
with our love,
a love that was so strong.
Could be, I can’t see
that somehow
we’re not meant to be,
or someone,
and you must be free.
So, go along, your own way
now that you’ve left my side.
I hope you find happiness.
There’s nothing I haven’t tried,
'cause I've done everything I know
to try and change your mind,
and I think I'm gonna miss you
for a long, long time.