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1. Rumors say that someone wants you.
What do you think? Could they be true?
Those rumors were started by me:
The one that you pass, but don’t ever see.
2. What should I say when you walk by?
Give me a chance, I won’t make you cry.
You might find that it’s worth your while
To turn around and give me a smile.
3. What to say to someone like you?
How do you do? Would you love me too?
I’m not really into small talk.
So take my hand, let’s go for a walk
Chorus
When you pass by, I can’t say a word.
So many poems that you’ve never heard.
Songs from my heart to endear me to you
That I can’t sing when I’m looking at you.
if i maurice yvonne could cry
i’d spread my tears
eternal over your
( say it, dare to be bold)
naked body
(then she could taste your pain)
but i can’t shed tears anymore
(tell her why)
(you need her to know)
(no i can't she'll leave me)
(get out of my head)
my mind beats differently now
i have seen the doctor
i'm not well...kind of
(you're blowing it)
(can't you see her face)
(quiet i'm trying to think)
it's not like a normal doctor
if i could feel
(you use to. you did)
i would touch you with
the hands of a silk maker
gentle and caring and with purpose.
the doctor.
my physiatrist.
i was diagnosed as bipolar
(there you got it out)
(was that so hard?)
leave me alone will you
no i'm sorry not you
they gave me drugs
i don't feel like i use to
not the mountain not the waterfall
(give it a break just speak plain)
(ok yes i will)
i can't cry any more
i have no sex drive
it's the pills
if i...
oh my God
if i...
i would and more
i’d run beyond to hold you
i would
the pills
they make me docile
you'll laugh when you hear this
because you are always with me
(don't get all mushy with her)
i miss you
(ok bud you did it)
(let's just move on)
i have no answers, but
i know
what you're feeling
you want us to be romantic
way back
(i can't listen to this)
(i am out of here)
before being medicated
i was passionate
so very passionate
not anymore
i'll tell you though
something’s got to give
my god
something’s got to give.
Maurice Yvonne
September 11 2014
BASEBALL
Walking by an empty stadium I was reminded the other day
of when we took our children to the ball park to watch grown men at play.
We were in the stands with our baseball caps on when I heard my daughter exclaim,
“Daddy, this is boring...what do you like about this game?”
As I handed each of them a hot dog, with ketchup and mustard on their buns
I could have explained the rules of the game, what are strikes and balls and runs.
I could have taken that opportunity surrounded by my children and my wife
to explain how baseball, when we think about it, can teach us about life.
I could have pointed out although it is the individual player’s name we scream
how baseball teaches people to work together as a team.
That baseball teaches humility…that sometimes you’ll hear cheers…
and sometimes you’ll hear boos
That some games you are going to win…and some…you’re going to lose.
That baseball teaches perseverance, determination, tenacity and grit
how you shouldn’t worry when you strike out for you’ll get another chance to hit.
I wanted to tell them down whatever paths they choose…no matter where they roam
When they round the bases to look for us…we’ll be waiting for them at home.
These are the thoughts that ran through my mind as we sat in the park that day
wearing our caps, eating our hot dogs…watching grown men at play.
“What do I like about baseball,” I said smiling for the answer suddenly I knew
“What I like best about baseball is sharing it with you”.
Our children are all grown up now…time moves on…and that’s a shame
because I never got to explain to them…the intricacies of the game.
Question Everything you hear and see,
because a lot of it, is make believe.
Your opinions are formulated by lies, and lies.
It is their agenda, don't be surprised.
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Lord, as I look into Thy face,
My eyes behold Thy grace.
I feel the power of the cross,
As I see my fallen loss.
I am in a strange land,
With only One hope of return.
He is an outcast of the deserts,
Who wore out His sandals,
Making men's heart's burn.
He filled them with transforming words of life,
Which gave them power to realize,
How and where to go, in order to make it home.
He knew the way, because He had paved it.
But there were too many serpents,
Thorns, and nails in the way,
Which made it too hard.
And so with love and agony He said,
“I’ll take these for you.”
And He became the serpent,
Took the nails, and wore the thorns.
Then with these, He said, “Come, follow me.”
And with this, he carried His cross among the scorns.
But it all began in a garden, where He cried out, “Please!”
His love for us is pure, and He wanted all to be free.
And though He was the King of everything,
It brought Him to His knees,
As He fell on His face, pleading our case.
Now He says, “Keep your eyes on me,
And think of me always.
I am the way, truth and life.
“I will feed you, carry you,
Heal you, and keep you bright.
Let me give you wings to fly.
I died to live with you,
And I'm right here with you,
I'll make all your dreams come true.”
A calendar girl I certainly am not
my assets aren’t what they once were ...
pert boobies have drooped, they’ve sure gone to pot
I think other ladies can concur.
I’m realistic about the aging process
As my body is droopy and sags
And it causes me constant distress
when my bra catches on pesky skin tags
My hair colour comes from a bottle
I must use dye to cover the grey
So I apply it all at full throttle ...
Hairdresser’s bills I don’t want to pay!
My double chin it has expanded,
you should see the size of my jowls
and I expect that I’ll be reprimanded
If I dare mention my runny bowels!
I just suddenly dash to the loo
as my bladder it feels fit to burst
Drat, the ladies has such a long queue -
when I use public toilets, I’m cursed!
Sheer relief when I squat on the toilet
(I must not let my tush touch the seat)
Because sadly other women can ‘mark it’
their wee dribbles I don’t want to meet!
I hate to admit that I’m aging
and no longer am I a young lass
But my husband is still so engaging
and he can’t resist patting my a s s!
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William Wordsworth if living in 2014
would think oh the waste
that's come to my beloved lakes
the changes seem to be in haste
So many people wrecking the landscape
where I once had stood
in front of Dove Cottage a hotel stands
this is absurdly rude
They are called tourists I'm told
walking over hills and dale
these things on four wheels called cars
go so fast speedsters should be in jail
People so lacking manners
no decorum or finesse at all
they even watch talking pictures at home
oh their minds are really small
No knowledge of the great classics
as they waste their time away
in silly things like PCs and computer games
oh to be back in my own day
No reverence for God almighty
children give parents no respect
so glad I lived in 1800s
now that was the time to connect
AUTHOR NOTES: some thoughts on the great poet William Wordsworth (1770-
1850) of what he would have thought if he lived today.
I rejoice cause I know whose I AM
I have fallen, yet I fly
I am dead yet I am alive
Most think I'm ugly
But beautiful am I
I have lost, yet I've won
Never been shot by a gun
I'll live forever somewhere
Pray to God it's in heaven
One day I'll be laid to rest
While here on earth been failing test
But I rejoice because of whom I am
I rejoice cause I know whose I AM
thank you Father
Thank you Lord
thank you Father
God and Jesus
For all that you provide us
I have loss, yet I've won
I am of the wrong persuasion
God Dad and Mom made me African American
But beautiful am I
I have killed, yet I've willed
Forgiveness for all those sins
I've done yesterday, today and tomorrow
Pray to God it's in heaven git rid of my sorrows
One day I'll be laid to rest
While here on earth been failing test
thank you Father
Thank you Lord
thank you Father
God and Jesus
For all that you provide us
But I rejoice because of whom I am
I rejoice cause I know whose I AM
8/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Her garden faeries were more delicate than she remembered
She delighted in their frolicking playfulness and sense of fun
One flew pretty close to her face, almost touching her nose
She smiled, loving the attention they were giving to her this May
A man’s voice frightened them. They were gone before she blinked.
Beautiful garden, he said. His voice was baritone, handsome.
She looked up and saw that he had a prince charming face.
Two of the faeries giggled, but she did not think he heard them.
Lovely hollyhocks he said. She was amazed that he knew hollyhocks.
Your lily of the valley and phenomenal bleeding hearts are marvelous!
Faeries peeked out from behind the roses and a mushroom village.
She knew then that they liked his voice too. He might be a keeper.
I met a beauty at the play
and think of her every day
Don't always know what to say
She's like my sun's bright ray
Lovely face, and eyes so bright
She makes me feel oh so right
Her presence dazzles in my sight
and I'll dream of her later tonight
But I’m not too obsessed by her
Even if she is cute as a squirrel
Though she makes my head whirl
When she gives her hair a twirl
In fact, maybe she is too skinny
And her eyes hint that she’s silly
But her legs are long, like a filly
Do you see her inner self, really?
I saw a play, can’t remember much
That girl gave my brain such a touch
I’m thinking she’d like a rosy bunch
And maybe we’ll meet me for lunch?