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I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings
And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went;
I go to pay the next day’s rent,
Where have they taken my new tent?
The bandstand kids look like Dick Clark,
Turn on the lights, I’m in the dark,
I’m standing in Grand Central Park,
A worm has caught a purple lark
And Kookie has run out of combs
So rents out rooms in old maid’s homes,
He has B.O. where ere he roams
So buys some spray and sells his tomes,
To your friend Ralph, yes you know who,
The one who should be in a zoo;
He sells used cars upon the tube
To each and every simple boob
And if he gives you stomach ache
Then Alkaseltzer’s what you take
And Bufferin too if you’re a rake,
Thus hath the Johnny Carson spake
Do I need a cigarette?
A camel says before me yet
‘yes, Luckys is the brand to get,
Be a he man, don’t you fret’
‘there must be worser ways to die
So buy brand X, give it a try’;
Just then another bird walks up
And asks me what I feed my pup
Then puts a nickel in my cup
And tells me I am full of crup
Of where I am, I’m unaware;
Why are the people all so square?
Who is standing over there?
He says he’s here to take my fare
But I’m not going anywhere,
Besides I feel my pockets bare
‘Well then I guess you must have paid’
At this I start to get afraid,
I think my mind will start to fade,
Then Hogen’s Heros make a raid,
Upon my sensibilities
And now it’s clear why each eye sees
So many people climbing trees;
It aint because of hungry fleas
As Tarzan swings upon a rope
I find I start to give up hope;
Jack Webb has started smoking dope
So now the crooks no longer mope
And Perry Mason kicks a judge
But finds the law will never budge
Unless big business gives a nudge
To Popeye selling ice cream fudge
At this I really have to rush
To our old john so I can flush
So far away this vacant mush
Before my teeth I start to brush
Then Josephine comes to my view
And says ‘I want to talk to you
Have you scrubbed your sink anew?
Your mop I think needs some shampoo’
I said ‘I think you are the plumber
And no one else was ever dumber
You’ve put me on another bummer’
My feelings start to get much number
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Twilight, oh beautiful twilight,
the foreboding before the dawn;
that such beauty can exist in such ill air-
is beyond me to understand,
as the first rays of light caress the darkness,
I cannot help but feel ashamed-
that I can't appreciate it.
I'm ashamed that I'm awake at this ungodly hour,
staring at the yonder sky when I ache for warm mattress cushions-
and a fluffy pillow comforting me;(maybe even a warm glass of milk)-
it all feels so far away, all I can do is gaze at the twilight.
I have to sit on a bench instead of a chair, hoping that someone will notice-
that I'm sitting here, that I'm not invisible, forsaken by the clouds above;
all I have is twilight now.
I see dawn approaching, I sat here all night; what else can I do but sit? I don't want to
sleep here-
and be judged. I don't sleep in the cold, I'm not an animal!
And I hope I never have to eat like one either.
Every day is getting colder, and the looks I get are especially frigid;(get out of my
sight! Disappear! We don't want you here!) they ignore my tears.
I don't want to sit here, I don't want to be invisible anymore!
I want to be a human being again.
I don't want to huddle for warmth-
on a bench, risking some authority will arrest me for loitering or beat me!
The world is not made for human beings or animals, it's made for possessions and wealth-
and somehow having neither is a crime and I sit in my first hours of despair wondering how
long my humanity will hold out, before I go feral?
So here I am enjoying the beautiful twilight and the incoming dawn,
never stayed up late enough or awoken early enough to see it before,
I see the sun's orange face emerge from the mask of shadows and-
begin to color the book's blank pages red, creating colors like no others-
I'd ever seen.
I weep with golden tears, having seen a painting that no museum could ever hold.
I try to renew my hope in what could be and what should be, trying not to think about what
I- no longer have as my stomach ache returns and the threat of hunger is too much for me
to hold, I retreat into my mind, imagining a warm room in which I tell a close personal
friend about a bright, glistening twilight.
Form:
Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending stream, but all things come to an end. Eventually, the stream stops when you are out of tears, like when you fix the leaky faucet. It makes take some work and time but it will stop.
Like the warmth of a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day. The nice feeling of when the sun shines on your face. The warmth of being in the covers is warm and cozy. Being bundled up in a cold snowstorm. The warm feeling of holding a cat. But as always, all things come to an end. The warmth will eventually come to an end.
The bitter saltiness of the great big oceans. That salty sting when you get a mouthful of ocean water. When you eat something that is overly salty. But eventually, the saltiness stops. The salty drops will stop rolling down your face and onto your lips. Your tongue will eventually stop tasting the bitterly salty drops.
But the cause of these salty warm streams?
The boiling anger is like a pot of chili over a fire. Like a raging wildfire, burning everything in its path. Like lava spewing from a great big volcano.
The deep sadness that storms like the sea. Like the storms on the sea drown and sink ships in its path. Like a tight blanket being held over you. Like being trapped deep in the great big sea.
The sunny happiness is like a great big cloud ready to burst. Like a child seeing a candy shop. Like a puffer fish swelling up until you just might burst with happiness. Like petting a small puppy
The horrible nervousness is like swarms of angry bees in your stomach. Like you might melt like a popsicle in the hot sun. Like when you have a stomach ache and are scared you might puke.
Why?
You can explain with all the scientific facts and research you want, but I will always believe that when our bodies can't handle the emotions too big for them it spills. Like an over-full bottle. The bottle will either explode or spill. The cause of these warm salty tears spilling down your cheeks.
Sweet, bitter, angry tears.
A for Ahira not an Apple was found at the tree of life, Sustain ate Manna;
B for Band bananas Black beans in stride;
C for Corianders and Cocoyam's flown in from the skies, sustain ate Manna;
D for Dalkon with Dandelions cries;
E for Endive in the wilderness eat, eaten with flies, sustain ate Manna;
F for Fat hen-Fiddlehead Fern, all for this I learn many people died;
G for Gherkin no more starving infants sustain ate Manna;
Sustain ate Manna;
H for Horseradish rode in from the North East;
Got a stomach-ache, must been somethin' that I didn't eat that I didn't ate.
Got no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly...
God rains down something, I sigh, well, well, I said God rains down something...
rain down a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
Sustain ate manna this I got to have, yowl. . .
I for Ice plant, I spent on hot soup, sustain ate Manna
J for Jerusalem Artichokes rolls of Rice, this would b so nice so very nice
K for Kale is coming growing in bunches, sustain ate Manna;
L for Lemon grass and lentils and tree bark crunches;
M for Marjoram just to be brewed, sustain ate Manna;
N for Nettles and nuts just a few;
O for Okra and Olives oh, my, my, Oh! sustain ate Manna, sustain ate Manna;
P for peppers and palm hearts warms my inter soul;
Got a stomachs ache, must been something I didn't eat;
God no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly;
God rains down something I sigh, a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
sustain ate manna this I got to have now. . .
Q for Quince and mince and mash and chew, sustain ate Manna;
R for Radish the raisins just a few;
S for Slokes are jokes no one eats them, sustain ate Manna;
T for tomatoes to Matt Toe what's the different;
U for Ulluco you be hungry when you eat, sustain ate Manna;
V for Vidalia onion sometimes is sweet;
W for Watercress, what a mess, sustain ate Manna;
X for Xemenia too!, Comes from heavens kitchen;
Y for Yamaimo and yams is the plan, sustain ate Manna;
Z for Zucchini for every woman, girl, boy and man;
Sustain ate Manna
Seems I’ve reminisced
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures
Of a sainted veil
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest
On an old lads chest
Considering the circumstances
If we make it
We can all attest
And adore this political mess
If not then as victims of stress
Unblessed in this planet
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess
Another night
Another days passes
Do you find it lovely
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons
Of a softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
Unresponsive
A child with no home
And swollen tonsils
The dark settles
Flashbacks meddle
Trouble around the corner
As a lunch line unveils
Never was a fighter
Just a swinger
As I found myself catapulted against
The cafeteria wall
The integrity
My sucker punch instilled
Broken glass jaws
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual
Twice the size of me
With an inability to feel
I sat still
As the principal sought
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments
Moral of the story is
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot
With nine children unknown
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared
Off my coarse of inspiration
I veered
7 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW
There were 7 little field mice;
Living in the field;
One mouse cried;
It’s cold outside;
So pack of six;
Nibbled at the corner of the house;
And that is how the seven got inside;
But alas one mouse died;
Ate some great tasting D-con;
Seven went in the house,
So now there’s six;
There were 6 little field mouse;
In this nice house;
You see it’s cold outside;
Wow!! The furnace is running;
House is clean but there’s some crumbs up under;
In back of the refrigerator some bread crumbs;
And under the sink some water to drink;
Oh, Oh there’s a mouse trap
“S N A P”
There goes Fred;
Guess, He’s dead, dummy nibble on the trap
Set off the bar, down on his head
Yeah! He’s DEAD Freddie’s dead
If there are mice in heaven in the skies;
Guess, we’ll see him later when we die;
Now there’s five
So four little mice in the house;
Benny ate a hole in the bed;
The mattress taste great;
But he got a stomach ache
He choked on cotton, that’s the end of him;
So now he to is dead leaving only three;
Three little mice in the house;
Played tagged running around zig-zag;
Came out of the wall;
And saw Paul being eaten by a big-fury cat
And now there’s only two mice left;
And to think they were 7 little field mouse;
Snuck into the house;
Only because it’s was cold outside;
Also the furnace is running;
And in the nooks and cranny's plenty of food and trash to nibble on;
Well now there are only 2 mice left;
But little did they know;
They too must go;
For you see the home owner’s a MAD SCIENTIST
Alas!!! Where the 2 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW
11/7/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
I didn't wanna go to sleep,
Mommy where are you?
My heart racing as I clenched my covers trying not to fall asleep,
I gasped at the slightest sound,
I didn't want to be alone with the Beast,
The thought of what he did to me,
It made my stomach ache in pain,
The sick mind of someone I was suppose to trust with my life,
Everyday I screamed inside for help,
I couldn't tell anyone ,I didn't Know how,
I gulped all my despair away like it was never there.
Later we moved away but it was the same,
Another Savage beast,
Mommy was never there ,Working hard but blinded by my reality.
I created a world unknown to everyone,
A dream world I could lose myself In,
The Savage Beast touch took every speck of innocence that was left in me.
At age nine I had to be strong ,I had to grow up,
The hurt I bore for all these years made me trap myself in a bubble,
I isolated myself from the world ,trying to lose myself in the crowd,
I locked myself in my room all the time,letting the music help me cope.
It helped but this reality was always there, a reason why I lost Trust,
Trust in anyone who claimed they loved me.
I was alone in this battle,I didn't want the world to know,
I didn't want her to know,
I loved her and just wanted her to be happy,
But she lived with these Savages who was heartless and sick,
I kept these cries inside all my life.
And now I can't anymore
Keep this despair inside ,I wanna be free to live my life
These skeletons will always be in my closets haunting me each day but in time I will be ok,
I hope...
Form:
“Dear Lord and Savior, hear my plea.
I've one request - wait, two or three....
This time though, I'm in a fix,
so maybe there'll be five or six....
Please answer quickly, hear me now
and I'll pray daily - that's my vow.
Unlike before, please don't postpone,
for really Lord, You should have known.
I've sacrificed so much for You,
for years been nagged by 'you know who'....
The children too, yell at the spouse -
we really need a larger house....
My boat is bleached from Your hot sun
so I really need a brand new one.
My wardrobes full - but can't wear those,
for Heaven knows I need new clothes.
You know I just went out to eat,
‘all I could eat' - wow, what a treat -
topped it off with cream and cake -
so take away my stomach ache.
I've tried so hard to lose some weight,
from all this fat that You create....
I feel so tired and weak somehow,
so give me strength - I need it now.
Oh, thank You for my new guitar,
my brand new camper, one more car,
but vacation's what I really need -
roller coasters, lots of speed.
You are so great. I know You care,
so answer now, my simple prayer.
These aren't mere words, these are my needs
and if You grant, I've more good deeds....
There's so much more I'd ask of You,
with credit cards long overdue....
But you, dear Lord, must surely know,
the fish are biting. I must go.
I only ask for what I need.
These are not 'wants' so please proceed.
Stay close to me. I'll call again.
Please grant me what I need, Amen.”
©2007 louis gander - www.ganderpoems.org
There once was a robin who flew
somewhat strangely down my chimney flue.
When I asked if she missed
due to morn's heavy mist,
she said, "That, plus I'm fighting the flu".
Unhappy with how much I weigh,
for a long time I searched for a way
to get rid of some weight.
This was well worth the wait:
to fruit smoothies I add powdered whey!
She prays to her Father most holy,
while adoring His worthiness wholly.
For long hours she'll kneel
by her new husband, Neil.
So that's why both their pants are so holey.
Though he couldn't look me in the eye,
the cupcake thief said, "It is I".
When I asked, "So you ate
every one of the eight?"
With a fierce stomach ache he said, "aye".
A new singer has come to the fore
though I honestly don't know what for.
Her light dimly has shone
(as her critics have shown) -
her "cringe" songs I could name three or four.
This poet tells bad jokes (puns, too)
every minute he'll tell one or two.
Now this half-funny bard
from all bars is now barred
till his victims who passed out come to.
My sailboat I towed down the road
to the bay; at the helm my son rode.
But no breezes were seen
at the smooth-as-glass scene -
to our destination we both rowed!
Twelve donuts I opted to buy,
as I nibbled on them by and by.
Now they're gone - who knows where
(my new pants I can't wear)
With this mystery I'll sign off. Bye!
//Homophones - two words sounding the same but with different meanings //
Written 26 Oct 2022
I gave you all of me and ripped me in half
I gave you a whole heart and you left it with scars
Now repair myself is what I have to do
I lost myself loving you
I kissed you slow and passionately
I held you tight
I gave you the world and it wasn't enough
I can still feel the knife
I'd kiss your neck and slowly touch your thighs
Little did I know, you were cheating with another guy
Shedding tears on this page because I couldn't cry
Now I've got a stomach ache from the dead butterflies
Girls beg for a man who will treat them right
But when they get one, they betray him and leave his side
I never had you down as the cheating type
As a matter of fact, I thought you would be my wife
Well done to you, because you've broken my trust
When I found out, I wanted to go to his house and open him up
But I realised he actually did me a favour
The pain hurts, but the lesson is something I'll savour
I used to blame myself for your cheating ways
But I've realised I deserve better
Don't ever message me again, please keep away
I'm free from the pain that I thought would hurt forever
I gave you all of me and ripped me in half
I gave you a whole heart and you left it with scars
Now repair myself is what I have to do
I lost myself loving you