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Not to sound so personal,
so hard to speak out of frozen cold,
but from old to young-
framed to freed...
From bossed to doodled,
to cop-land inside my noodle,
call me into the brewery-
set sights on chewing me,
because time is my only eulogy,
and your prank is not doing things.
Banging isn't what's new to me,
and you are not a tool to bring,
though you're not much weight-
so I can still sing,
I am just doing things,
you keep the hate as you're schooling me,
because in one more age we will truly breathe,
...One more phone call and you are suing things-
such as a bird with ugly wings,
the earth isn't turned to the burning its leafs,
and this wage I am paid isn't buying jewelry,
like lazy Lizardry, I wiggle at the spilling of things,
eye ball when I ruin the breeze-
in the aisle with a basket and some briefs.
DISPLAYING IMPATIENCE
Petrichor is blue on sad days
sometimes comes back as fire
but on happy wamble it's pink
as a flower
Aglet! Aglet! i tore your
armour now i walk with loose
shoelace!
Only on myleftFoot do i fear
life
AND vagitus speaks clearly
suing me within my heart
cut a star at glabella space
watching the cosmos drink
the memories of all my love
and pain
And she wore natiform on her
chest with a big heart bursting
seeds of flowers one that fell
between her legs and grew a
wild rose that ate me whole
i should be comforted
i should be comforted
i should be arrested
I'm my favorite patient
writing prescription
for mental constipation
burnt like cornicione
but i'm relaxing
and took ferrule stabbing
the tip of my eyes
which hides my burnt brain
:: 03-30-2016 ::
Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here
She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer
No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell
She climbs in the front window, demolishing the sill.
Hi we say, faking a smile, pretending to be pleased.
She retains weird enthusiasm, her pitch a little wheezed.
We are yawning through her brochure-filled presentation
She feigns happiness, another welcome wizard celebration.
She gets paid for every family whom she annoys
On the way out, she stubs her toe on one of baby’s toys
We did not apologize, maybe this is why she is suing
But judge, we argue candidly, her getting in was not our doing.
I already know she’s a super hero
and the Special powers she has got.
Hands that ease you’re ache and pains
And she knows those special words that can mend an aching heart.
Eyes that see through solid walls
When you’re up to, nothing good.
And special rear view vision
When you’re not eating up, you’re grub.
She as mind reading, psychic powers
And she can stop tears right there in their tracks
So, superman can do one.
batman’s just a joke.
Mr fantastic’ he’s s not so cool.
and she’s suing wonder woman
for copyright and liable.
but the super hero I’m most proud of, goes by another name
its ya mam ya mum ya mother,
As she’s my real life super hero
for ever and a day
Left hand doesn't see what the right ones doing
Gotta be careful so they won't end up suing
Keeping one foot moving at all times
Sitting here busting these rhymes
No guitar to play
Pawned it the other day
Always been my way
To keep the faith growing
Watching all the seeds, I've been a sowing
All the times I've been a knowing
What goes up must come down.
In life you can easily drown
Have myself to hold on to
Quince my thirst on the morning dew
Don't mind me I'm just passing through
Won't be here that long
But I'll leave you with a song
To dry any tear
To step with you through any fear
Time is on our side
We use it to guide
Not hide
You decide
To reach for tomorrow with open arms
Hate harms
Hearts that beat pure
Hard to find but I'm still sure
Out there somewhere I can't yet see
Happiness must surely be free
So I step pass the blue
Cause somewhere , love beats true
So on and on I go
One-day I'll have something to show
For the times done gone
But kept the beat moving on
Maybe one day I shall write
The words that sound right
Keeps me warm on a cold night
Till then
That someday, I don't know when
So I Keep on marching to my own beat
Till the day I get that special treat
A new life awaits
I'm tempting the fates
Writing my own
Keeping in mind all I've been shown
Reaching up trying to gather the love I've found
To the love one must be bound
'Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral'
Once I sat engaged and blossoming
When I thought of the flowers
In a kingdom full of wreaths
Once upon a midnight peak
I saw the sunflowers
In a kingdom full of seedpods
Flowers - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the flowers
By the grave I saw the sweet peas
I heard an ornamental, flush treeing
When I thought of the flowers
It threw its ghost against the geraniums
They are perfumed from unseen showers
They are perfumed from unseen craniums
Suddenly, I heard some dewing
In there stepped a thundery flowering quince
And the acanthus was doing
I am shorn of the morning rinse
Of the rainstorm's that is suing
Much I marveled the peak flora
The bio-diverse botanical garden breezing
Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral
There’re so beautiful and alluring…
8/8/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Stop right there for crying out loud
Plagiarism is not allowed
You'll be lynched by the P.S. crowd.
Okay, to be or not to be
Now come on you're being silly
They'll complain and they'll be suing
Ask you what it is you're doing.
Start again and think real hard
Don't be stealing from the bard
I'm struggling, need some inspiration
To create a rhyme sensation.
Grey brick upon brick, I'm on my way
That sounds good what do you say
I think I've heard that one before
But don't stop now do give us more.
Problem is my muse has flown
She's left me struggling all alone
I've placed an advert in the Times
For a muse who's good at rhymes.
If one replies and answers back
I'll be on fire, back on track
But until then I'll have a rest
Then I'll be up there with the best.
For the purpose of this rhyme I've used three lines from three famous poets listed below.
William Wordsworth
William Shakespeare
and Louis MacNiece.
Written on 13th August for Nina Parmenters Rattling Rhyme contest.
Dear Santa
I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the sexy underwear and the two-day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat bastard
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on suing your fat ass
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your Ho ho ho, will be, Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Face pack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and French knickers, hotel included
To the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or, I swear, you’ll be wearing those reindeers
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.
Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or Yellow,
Show Riders Are So Mellow.
Later in The Barn Giving the Horse A Bath,
Show Riders Are There Having A Laugh.
You See Show Riders Are Good at This Historical Game,
Where No One Is Supposed to Complain.
Building Trust Is A Major Feat,
And Showing It Off Is Truly Sweet.
Show Riders Are A Special Troop,
With Emphasis on Being A Supportive Group.
So, In A World of Hate,
Let’s Get Something Straight.
When Exhibiting Horsemanship, It Isn’t the Check,
Instead It Is the Lesson in Respect.
So, Let Those with Egos In,
And Let Them Win.
For When They Go on A Power Play,
The Show Rider Will Say,
Do Not Forget to Visit the Show Office to Pay.
One Day They May Reflect,
And Say Heck,
Those Show Riders Know What They Are Doing,
And Will Forget About Using Words Like Suing.
For It Should Be Known About the Show Rider,
They Are Not Liars.
Show Riders Stand by The Truth Never Needing for Their Voice to Hit the Roof.
In All True Honesty the Show Rider Does Not Need to Know What to Do with The Bute.
Instead the Show Rider Should Always Have Time to Look Cute,
With the Main Goal to Relax Those in The Business Suit.
So, The Next Time the Show Rider Is in The Ring,
They Will Look Up at The Queen Sitting with The King.
Reminding Them They Are Participating in This Thing,
Where Horses Have Magical Wings.
Everyone Will Clap with Class,
Acknowledging the Beauty of The Vision from The Past,
When There Was No Need for Gas.
At the Proper Time Show Riders Will Meet the Royals,
Proving No One In the Industry Is Spoiled.
The Show Rider Will Hear the Remark About Princess Anne,
Not Being A Fan.
Instead She Was the One Creating Such a British Buzz,
When She Showed Her Olympic Equestrian Love.
So, Sit Back Letting Those Who Count Their Strides,
To Handle Those Who Lied and Took Bribes.
Since It Is the Show Rider’s World That Will Make Them Confess,
Giving the Show Rider the Opportunity to Nicely Say We Need to Take Care of This Mess.
With the World Getting Colder and Some of Us Getting Older,
It Is Time for The Show Rider to Be Bolder,
So, We Can Finally Close This “Nasty Angry Folder”
A sweet young bank teller named Doris
Had a crush on her co-worker, Boris.
But one day while at work
The young clerk went berserk
When she caught Boris banging the manager, Morris.
Doris' secret admirer, Dan Danson,
Was swarthy, tall, and roguishly handsome.
But the next day while at work,
This clerk, too, went berserk,
Took an ATM hostage and held it for ransom.
Dan was embarrassed, didn't want to be caught,
And was going to shut himself up in the vault,
But Boris told him to run,
While Morris called 9-1-1,
And Doris flatly declared that it wasn't her fault.
When the S.W.A.T. team arrived on the scene,
They found everything calm and serene.
Boris told the S.W.A.T. captain that Dan
Had taken both Doris and Morris' van
And fled with the cash from the money machine.
Doris' version, when caught, was more exculpatory
And dripping with details more lurid than gory.
She'd plotted with Dan to create this diversion
To rescue her from that den of perversion,
And now Boris, and Morris, and Doris, and Dan
Are suing each other for the rights to the story.