Long Tra la la Poems
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Come away with me, come away with me
Let’s tra la la, la la la come away together
Come away with me, come away with me
Let’s tra la la, la la la come away together
Let’s take a journey forth, take a trip to the love court
Come, come with me
Happiness is around my heart for all time;
Girl a gentle little kiss will let me know our mind
Come away, come away with me;
Together let’s be true lovers now if only the world could see;
How beautiful glorious abound that your (my) true love is see;
Girl a gentleness a sweet tender kiss be
Come away come away with me;
Let me take you away from all the pains and dismay
Happiness joy, love kisses forever more
Venturing to far off places seeing and meeting friendly faces;
Let’s give love a chance come on let’s love and romance;
Won’t ya please come away, with me?
11/09/70
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1970, 2019
Ho-hum, another poem
Need a rhyme -- Carpe diem
Some ask why...tra-la-la
Ordered pizza cooked by Lisa
I was a poet, but then I blew it
Cursed my editor; it didn't matter
'Cos now I'm a rich, son-of-a-beach
I got me a gig in the major leagues
I heard a rumor that life's a bummer
And that marathoners have no sense of humor
My ox, a horse gored; I was super-scared
But I turned the horse into horse-radish sauce
Non-sequiturs? -- Who the hell cares?
Smokey the Bear put out a fire here...
My rhyming's inane, you've doubtless opined
This objective in mind, to reach readers unseen
Didn’t digest my all-dressed pizza
Suffering now from insomnia
A touch of every possible phobia
Mostly of ravenous bacteria
And humongous tarantula
O yes, and the sordid mafia
Did I call my Grandmamma
Did I put away the spatula
Did I book girls’ day at the spa
Did all the bourgeois really die of cholera
I’m drowning under this plethora
Remind me What’s that formula
O yes, Abracadabra
Tra-la-la and La-di-da
And poof now I’m in a gondola
On the way to utopia
Dressed in graceful taffeta
Eating baklava in the basilica
Hanging from the candelabra
Swinging to the tunes of Lady Gaga
Supported by the silliest orchestra
Hey you Pass me the foie gras
I have a cockeyed camera
You’ll see me at the cinema
I love you Etcetera Etcetera
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2025
VOICES OF LOVE-
So many voices, herald above;
So much love, in hearts of the young;
Many sing pretty but their voices are dirty;
Those the songs they sing aren’t worthy;
Mouthing out heavenly things;
Teasing the tongue 3 year old learning how to truly love;
What next, what’s up, what’s down;
Oh, so many vocal groups here wearing navy blue suits;
Watchin Captain Kangaroo a captain no one salutes;
Hail your lovely so loving and kind;
I cherish the though forever you stay on my mind, my mind;
So many voices, herald above;
So much love, in hearts of the young;
Many sing pretty but their voices are dirty;
Those the songs they sing aren’t worthy;
Mouthing out heavenly things;
And those recording stars building model cars;
Mrs. Johnson who smokes O.W.L. cigars
Oh, sing a happy little tra la la la da;
Voices of love stay with you ha ha ha ha ha;
Forever never will the deep sounding sounds scare you;
Ever, never will a soft hush ahhh….disturb you oh
My boyfriend is silly;
He thinks that I’m pretty;
Many sing praise pretty but their voices are dirty;
Mouthing out heavenly things
Teasing the tongue 3 year-old learning how to sing with fork-tongues;
Oh, so many vocal groups here wearing navy blue suits;
Watchin Romper Room while no one is home;
Hail your lovely so loving and kind;
I cherish the though forever you stay on my mind, my mind;
So many voices, herald above;
So much love, in hearts of the young;
Many sing pretty but their voices are dirty;
Those the songs they sing aren’t worthy;
Mouthing out heavenly things;
Never will the quiet mouths disturb you;
Herald above, voices of love;
8/11/89
Written words by James Edward Lee: Michael Block: Debbie Kremke 1989©
A Villanelle Tra La La
Tra la la-I couldn't stop thinking bout this song
Twas just so minuscule and kind
This I could never forget this verse twangs bings-bongs
That morn, hearing this new verse encounters so long a song
The song so calming settling each and every line
This musical verse couldn't stop thinking about the song
Later, ringing singing tra-la-la
I tried to focus on angelic ringing bells
I can't, could never forget the twang
tried to distract sounds with a versed-line
Tra la la it was time to start thinking about this line
Tra la la couldn't stop ringing it's bells-bongs
This I could never forget this verse twangs bings-bongs
Twas just so minuscule and kind
Tra la la-I couldn't stop thinking bout this song
I can't, could never forget the twang
I tried to focus on angelic ringing bells
Later, ringing singing tra-la-la
Tra la la-I couldn't stop thinking bout this song
8/8/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Read, (pronounced RED
I Read, (pronounced Reed)
Follow's me, As I read;
I see, I see, I saw, something real;
No one knows but me and me;
He's is me and I AM HE;
I am whose I AM I read;
I dance love to dance;
As I dance love to dance;
I just dance;
Tra la la I sing;
Tra la la step by step;
With each and every breath;
I AM so bless, bliss;
This I know because God shown me;
I read, I sing I dance in mine white, pink N gold;
This ain't no happen chance;
I call on God and He always listens;
So I sing, I speak, I dance this I read
I am Cherish---
Beloved, to treasure Father's Mother's
Cherish
You are that eleven year old girl;
You is that baby girl;
Named of Cherish because you're 'Beloved" and "treasured-- a
You are Beloved a beautiful exclamation from Our Father above;
From sparkling diamonds to old riches,
you are the Father's Heart His Daughter Always Cherish;
Remember you're a fortune beyond your imagination we treasure;
U R Cherish
A parody of “The Last Waltz” song written by: Barry Mason and Les Reed
One Last Ode
I wondered if I’d write ever again
Inklings of my heart that flow through my pen
Then words came cascading from sky up above
Freewheelin’ mystic glimmers of love.
I wrote one last ode for you
Two lonesome dreamers together
Head o'er heels were we two
One last ode to last forever.
‘Twas balladry kept us going strong
Through the ups and downs we got along
Until there was a parting of the tide
And the gap between us became ocean wide.
I wrote one last ode for you
Two lonesome dreamers together
Head o'er heels were we two
One last ode to last forever.
Love’s never gone, memories linger on
Sweet souvenirs of passions refraining...
Tra la la la la la tra la la
Tra la la la la la tra la la
I wrote one last ode for you
Two lonesome dreamers together
Head o'er heels were we two
One last ode to last forever.
Tra la la la la la tra la La
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27th December 2020
The speaker of the poetry verse…
tra-la-la happy
or spinning on bicycle
endlessly seething
the poet’s plotting
the speaker’s demise or life
without permission
…is in dread
the poet rubs her palms
wiggles her fingers in dupe
haiku in motion
the reader forgets
the muse is behind the gears
the film’s flickering
…resigned to my whims
somewhere the poet
is hidden in the message
in darkness and light
the speaker
of the poetry verse
is in dread
resigned to my whims.
reader deciphers
shuffling pages & pages -
the muse or poet?
up to you reader
make me ill or be amused
it’s all up to you
resigned to my whims, is in dread of the poetry verse - the speaker.
Click a tee, click a tee, click a tee click,
Flick a dee, fick a dee, fick a dee, flick,
I do all of this to attract you my dear,
To lose you is my only fear,
I’ll sing you my song, tra la la, tra la la,
But I have many ways to impress you.
Spring is in the air, and I’m at my best,
Look at my red ruffled feathers on my chest,
My irresistible colorful plumage you won’t resist,
I want to show off to you, please watch me I insist.
I do not mind that you look quite dowdy
That is why we males are the dancing rowdy
Watch me swing from a tree my love
Notice my dangling dazzling feathers from high above
As I tumble down through the sky towards you,
Do you want to watch me whilst I run over water,
Doobey doobey doobey da, do doobey da do.
I have prepared many a nest for you, please
Choose one be my mate, don’t tease,
This one I’ve swept the garden clean with a twig,
Have decorated it with pebbles and flowers,
I’ve spent many hours
And I’ve built the nest with an exquisite view
While you lie with our chicks watching the blue
Sky, now I will dance for you
You can dance with me if you want,
As we bond, follow my fancy footwork when we slide
And definitely glide
Along a branch, and maybe by now you might.
Think I’m right
There, you have shown me I’m the one,
Agile, handsome, colorful and trim
And you are so pretty and slim,
Come, let’s enter our love nest,
With an avid zest.
Chirp a do, chirp a do, chirp a do, do!
Placid winter cuddles close, lacing exotic spring.
Tapestry of flowers, birds in heavenly wings.
Wakes up a green canopy, exalted in chirpy trill
Peeps, cheeps in rhythm, clatter in medley thrill.
Dappled throat, bright feather, flitters branch to branch.
Gyrating chest in trees, notes perch in avalanche
Tra la la.. chick a dee dees cheer, orchestra in chorus.
Red blue Robin, Cardinal...songbirds..so gorgeous.
Songs of love, waddling dance, bugles of mating calls.
Titillating tunes, virulent envy, conceals clever eyeballs.
Nuzzling beaks love wives and chicks, "its my territory."
Crescendo of man and bird..isnt it the same love story?
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It is established that songbirds sing with the
objective of attracting female mating partners
and also to broadcast their range of territories.
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16th February 2019
PLACED FOURTH in Songbirds Contest of Tania Kitchin
PLACED FIRST in Brian Strands Feb 2019 Contest