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God
You are the one
One of those words oh
God you're more than a Melody
You're beyond short words set to music
God you are more than the song to me
Just what is a song
Melody with words
That string along, O
My creator of all
Yes all you inspire me to write
Write those words and music
All right all things all things
Come from you all
All things you are
More than a song you can give me
When I'm wrong
and it don't take long
You are my right
You are my light
Hallelujah
God you are more than words
God you're more than a melody
You're more than a song to me
Birds tweeting
Children playing merrily
God you're more than a song to sing
Saxophone violins playing
Stars smiling Moon shining
Utterance His Spirit
God play for me a Rhapsody
O' God you are are more than a song to me
5/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
From anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
Ulster in Eire, has a legend in song' a son of honour
Who has struck the gong!
Gave it out true, cause he's long on strong!
Other greats have covered his songs!
I'm talking bout Van- Morrison.' sync and method
Decades long, yet new as green grass, I hear he's
Called to court; by a Mr Swan,.? maybe in politics?
Or perhaps I'm wrong? A truth denier? Let's string along
Is there graphene in them jabs; sodium chlorate? or anti-freeze? Is this
All real or just a wheeze? Has your freedom been curtailed?
Do you know of people. Gone off the rails? are there suicides From Sars cov 2 ? Are businesses suffering are doctors on
Phones too? How many people have died alone? Texas has no
Mask task line, I think as a guide ? they're doing fine.' The
Weather's different (now there's the rub) that's why on UK's
Hottest days they advised shut the pubs' they say there's a Learning curve with covid 19 it's full makeup is still unseen!
And Yet a jab for ( it )is here.! don't all that seem rather *****?
But bring it on swan' I'll bet armies of folk; back Van - Morrison.'
Joop Goes Hollywood
Joop goes Hollywood on the boulevard today
Gold cape and cane in hand, sunglasses made of diamonds
We don’t know why, since it has no face or eyes
Signing autographs for all the fans
In a stream of consciousness that lasts
Like a warm stream of urine nice and clean
On the street with all the celebrity it can be
Joop comes from another place and time
From outer space, and though it has no talent
We are charmed and reach to touch its hands
It has so many, we don't understand which ones to shake
Trying to figure out; is it animal, mineral, or thing
Perhaps vegetation that is bringing peace on a laser beam
It does not matter; we are on vacation, with nothing else to do
Joop goes Hollywood today
We are Americans and don’t discriminate
So what if it’s not from the human race
It is our kind of being or thing on the street
Joop is our celebrity, very cool, very keen
Gold cape and cane in hand strolling along the boulevard
We string along with it and applaud, the new foreign king of a thing
It Was Spring When I Met You.
I met you in the spring,
When blue birds gather and sing,
With butterflies' wings fluttering,
Stirring above flower petals.
Our whole life's beings, in joy,
In full swing, of living things,
Amonst slices of green leaves,
Deep dreams risen, in morning sun.
I met you in the spring,
Bee's humming, fairy ring, highland fling,
Picket fences, honeysuckle vines clinged,
Cardinal sings, in glorious tunes of joy.
Seen them through your eyes,
Our hearts sang in union.
With love bloom of stars bright,
And now, how love turns to ice.
Here I sit alone, in the quiet of the night
Staring out at stardusts in dark sky,
Basking under sparkles of moonlight,
Dreaming of days gone by,
String along, sad songs, out of style.
My eyes drawning in tears,
Glistering smear as dew drops,
On top of rose petals,
Fresh from spring rainfalls.
Wind blows through my hair,
Warm air caressing my face,
Bright sun shines on my body,
The sage scented is swell.
Of wildflowers smell, pale and sweet,
My heart beats with memories of love,
Of you, spring, so far away in time,
In time of magical, passing thoughts,
It was LAST SPRING, when I met you.
Copyright ©2001 Jieranai Maier
What is it
You expect to see
When you string along
Verbs and gerunds to be?
Do you fancy yourself
A poet in history divine?
Do you really believe
Your verse is in time?
What is it, do you want to
Get from
All these poems
You call them
When really
There's none.
On a level that
Really no one else sees
You post another verse
And sit back and wait
While others dont feel.
No one gets me
Or heard me
I'm so above this
But deep down you know
You're not worth a kiss.
It's a sad, rainy day
As you write for yourself
They're really isn't
Anyone else.
But in your head
You can pat yourself on the back
And think i hope no one
sees I'm a hack.
But the truth is more hard
Like a mass on a tumor
Your poetry, alas,
Is solipsistic rumor.
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
So reader
Amaze me
With your interpretations of my soul
Those bleak enough to peel the onion dry
And gawk astonished at the
French-fried layers tasty and rubbed
With mesquite anger and lament
What worth do I carry
For your own contemplations
Pressed against my tapestry
Do you see as I
Do I see at all
Does the world pass by
As we engage in musings
I carve from unfettered whims
And marinated gatherings
I only wish that value
Which I string along with
Licorice and toothpaste
Clog the sweet stick parts you ignore
Infuse your ability to wage
A safe night through the course sublime
That course being me
And the end game filled with
Winner's bounty
Fit for a twisted yet enthusiastic brethren.
(10/26/07)
in order to have bliss i run the risk
on the high-flying disk there is no resistance
my dreams need no practical means to reason
now that i have been given into this musing
two magnets touched by two different polarities
round and round the Karma card
Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8
now that you've made the sun flip
giving and receiving are not different actions
said Metatron and Kali to the sugar-coated tongue
tasting the sweetflag and sweet cinnamon
now pacing with me one foxtrot step at a time
dancing in the end zone cheers and jeers
abundance lies in the heart that allows
if one can't see through the door, why bother?
now that your pride goeth before destruction
direct hard truth flexible with too quick to act
stars shine on both sides
you deserve better when hope is restored
now that there is no you at the head of the table
sleight of mouth que voulez-vous faire?
the sun is not a balloon you can string along
the offing is a vertical horizon
now that you have reincarnated yourself
there is a light that never goes out