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He wants you to find ten instruments and there price
buy them and evalute there sound
and effectivness as it relates to what is needed.
record the sound and anyilize it's richnees
depth tenorishness and bassiic value.....
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i don't know what I'm getting my self into
i don't know what's making this thang tick
it's quite relevant to such conclusions
sift the sand see what we get
Wrong tool
The not a good fit
It doesn't match
mismatched to
what the hell is this?
All gear, no idea
Got me barking up the wrong tree
make feel like a fish outta water
looky here, looky here
what's that I see
All for you and what's for me, we gotta
checkout this scenario
whats the deal, let's be real, come on ya'll
do the thing and let me know.
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An A in Retail Assessments
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LOVE LETTER by James Edward Lee Sr.
C-My name is Meow and I am a calico cat now
C-And I am not ashamed to say I'm in love with a dog wow!
C-Covered in maimed I shall rise
C-This handsome pooch comes over licks me on my face and eyes
D-My name is Bow Wow and I'm a golden receiver, yeah I'm fine
D-And I'm not ashamed to show and tell the world I luv you
C-I'm a feline and I am also glad to announce that too are mine
D-Come on here little kitty, let me share my shoe wit ya, ma Boo!
D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the couch
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse
D-I will not be "ruff" with you
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
D-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo
D-I love you so Meow
D-Your my Calico kitten
C-I love more Bow Wow
C-Your my dog chowder
D-Love you more than Blue Diamond or Purina
D-I will not be "ruff" with you
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
C-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo
C-Purrr, purr, and your not barking up the wrong tree
C-I am truly in love with you
D-Come on over so we can chase
D-So when we're done we can embrace
D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the chough
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse
C-This is our story let me relinquish
C-I will give you a lick
C-(this is how we kiss)
D-Catch me if you can betcha can't catch me
C-When I climb this tree
D-Come here kitten
D-Read my love letter
Vocal written letter
C-Cat
D-Dog
11/05/17
FOR CONTEST: Love Letter
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Creative Writing was my love,
a passion I thought highly of.
A freshman, I felt I could shove
one course in my school year.
Assignment 1 - simple indeed:
"Who broke your heart and made it bleed?"
I felt I nailed it; Prof agreed
(or so it would appear)...
I think I wrote convincingly -
"Winter is not my cup of tea,
it casts its bread upon the sea,
my saddest time of year.
I call a halt, enough's enough!
I clench my fist and call her bluff,
and frankly, speaking off the cuff
I wished summer were here.
"Dog days of summer make me smile
when, grinning like a crocodile,
my smiles are wider than the Nile -
Elysian Days with you.
With bated breath, I'd greet the moon
and croon you some soft summer tune
until that wretched day in June
when you dealt me a blow.
"My love, you had me on cloud nine,
now casting pearls before the swine,
you ran into his arms, not mine;
my baptism by fire.
You left me there sadder than sad;
there may be balm in Gilead,
but you left me stark, raving mad,
about to go haywire.
"To add insult to injury
you said I barked up the wrong tree
and so I sailed on glassy sea
I hope I'm not too vague,
or should I spell it out for you?
In light of your foul witch's brew
I should do as the Romans do:
avoid you like the plague!"
Thus it went on, emotions raw.
I hoped my prof would be in awe -
My last line was the coup de grace:
I know this, too, shall pass.
My gentle prof, he had his ways
of pointing out my bland clichés:
"You do enjoy a well-worn phrase!"
I learned a lot that class.
// Reminiscing on my patient Creative Writing professor indicating my over-reliance on tired phrases //
written 16 Aug 2020
8/10/17
Be careful what you ask for
Next thing you know it wasn't all that great, or you want even more
This isn't the same old spiel
I'll tell you something real
Everyone has an 'Achilles heel'
Speaking the truth, life is rather short
Don't be a poor sport
The ball is in your court
You are really barking up the wrong tree
If you think you're godly
Compared to everybody
Only here once
No ifs ands or buts
All eventually bite the dust
It's not all make believe
From A to Z
Others will always meddle
I don't care if you believe in god or the devil
Better grasp the nettle
Instead of trying to always settle
If you want to reach a higher level
Again
I'll hit the nail on the head
Don't get misled
We all wind up dead
I'm going to call it a day
But not going to throw it all away
“O’ Shepherd, a penny for your thoughts,
What a handsome couplet we would make!
Let’s seize the day and let’s make hay”
“Madam, have we metaphor?
Get thee to a nunnery *
For I am betrothed to a maid most true,
Who goes by the name of Villanelle”
“You mean the maid who lives down by the stream,
“About a meter or so by yon,
I really simply cannot stanza”
“Madam, for your amplification,
You are an anastrophe”
“O’ Shepherd, don’t be an oxymoron,
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit, *
I am hired to help you with your labours,
Let’s seize the day and let’s make hay”
“Madam, do you consider me an idiom?
Let’s no longer beat about the bush,
For I have bigger fish to fry”
“O’ Shepherd, come and punch above your crooked staff,
And by the way, please call me Consonance,
If music be the food of love, *
Let’s seize the day and let’s play on”
“Madam, you are as mad as a Hatter,
Simply barking up the wrong tree,
And your innuendos bring out my analogy”
“Shepherd,
There's many a man has more hair than wit, *
So, you take out to graze that countless flock,
You seize the day and I’ll be on my way.
Adieu"
6/11/22
*William Shakespeare
11/3/22
The whole bottle gone, not no six pack
At times trying to hit the jack
Eventually it all turns pitch black
Often it's a trap
Continually these b****es laugh
Yet I don't give a crap
Remember it's tit for tat
They always come to me for this and that
Once again I bridged the gap
I do I really get it, everybody is different
Just minding my own business
Keeping it all from a distance
In the end she wants some assistance
Especially when she is given much resistance
Damn, I'm not the one, you're barking up the wrong tree
Quit airing out all your laundry
I'm not Gandhi
For now I'll speak honestly
The source of our creation is beyond me
I'd like to know the answer to that and all these other quandaries
Too often they think they're slick
Yet again just a big prick
Out to nitpick
Yet the first one to dip out and take a picnic
Excuse me if I fidget
Regarding it all, I'm done with it
This is apocalyptic
As well as cryptic
Madame Sierra
if you think you can have another man, on the side;
Then it's off with you, then you and you friend need to go bye-bye-bye-bye;
Don't shed a tear in front of me;
I'll give you know sympathy, my, my, my
As you cry, cry, cry;
You're unfaithful, you're untrue;
Adios! to you;
Goodbye to
This no longer love affair, you don't even care;
Madame Sierra
Why you messing around wit all them other fellows
You'r like a dog in heat multiplying like rabbits under the trees;
Leave me be
Don't shed a tear in front of me;
I'll give you know sympathy, my, my, my
As you cry, cry, cry;
You're unfaithful, you're untrue;
Adios! to you;
Goodbye to
This no longer love affair, you don't even care;
Madame Sierra
I don't want to get near you;
Men act like dogs near a fire hydrant;
Rising their legs and urinating;
You're bad to the bone and it shows;
you're so uncaring, Madame Sierra;
You're barking up the wrong tree with me;
Your like a dog every times he's sees a cat;
Barking and running around and all that;
Go on, move on, walk on don't run fast;
Your fussing like a dog don't count ain't gonna last;
Again you're barking up the wrong tree, with me;
if you think you can have another man, on the side;
Then it's off with you, then you and you friend need to go bye-bye-bye-bye;
Don't shed a tear in front of me;
I'll give you know sympathy, my, my, my
As you cry, cry, cry;
You're unfaithful, you're untrue;
Adios! to you;
Goodbye to
This no longer love affair, you don't even care;
Madame Sierra
10/11/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
“Cross my heart and hope to die”
A saying from years past
That has survived for many eons
And will most likely last
But there are so many others
“Barking up the wrong tree”
Choosing a maple instead of an oak
Oblivious to a life carefree
“Two wrongs don't make a right”
In a fatal car accident
When one person is declared dead
Other suffered flatulence
“The pen is mightier than the sword”
Not likey to win an award
Have you ever tried writing a novel
With the tip of a sword
“Two heads are better than one”
Run like hell I'd say
If you see someone with two heads
Freaking weird run away
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Living on Planet Mars
Wonder where the red comes from
Sure is prettier than ours
Wynken Blynken and Nod???
(ah...oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee
barked up the wrong tree –
reed don my mongrel friend)
This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag
to take digs on front page
headline grabbing news, nonetheless dag
nab bit significant dysfunction prevails
when bodily energy
does shutterfly like a black flag
without rapid eye movement,
this lix spittle chap
feels like an old hag
whereat every friggin bone (er)
in this straggly, mangy, and creaky ship
of state feels like jag
head shards piercing thine flesh
with pronounced jet lag
and reacts with
the slightest provocation
like a curmudgeonly
cranky compromised nag,
yet, this muttering mouth foaming
flea bitten doggone chow barker
bows down in (toto) obeisance
(like an obedient Dachshund)
tail wagging, trump petting,
and snout sniffing out provenance
on par with the smell of new sofa despite
fur vent angry ma
stiff masta paws zing
aghast at dog eared, glom haired,
and icky stained new furniture,
how petty, versus slumber
lest awakening the Cerberus within,
hence faux long enough
to excel as the top notch mix breed
boxer golden retriever terrier
male delivery postbag
(as taught at canine obedient school)
upon spilling contents,
the bulk of printed material
detailing importance,
sans letting sleeping
Canis lupus familiaris lye undisturbed,
especially after a bath
when pooch resembles
a limp dish rag
all apropos hot (gravy trained) relevant
topics for instance,
when feeling sleep deprived
detailing how to shepherd
and summon the snoop doggy dog
inchoate hounding gnarly
Marley elusive dream
fostering feigning fearsome nightmare
asper getting lost without a name tag.
he looked at the gun double barreled and lean
but it was an old water pistol from his childhood
the rope around his neck had become a bunjee
and he bounced between floor boards and ceiling
the stove was a joke and fueled by laughing gas
so he giggled his epitaph and refused to inhale
Jesus had parted the waters so drowning was out
the coarse sand in his throat only made him vomit
should have filled the car tank when he had money
the garden hose was therefore absolved from misuse
an overdose of emotions failed to find rational ground
he was a loser caught between harmony and despair
‘all odds are against me and that is the story of my life’
disconnected out of control and unbearably empty
he found some old bubble gum in his treasure chest
chewed calmly and tasted cinnamon and cotton wool
‘misperception’ he cursed as the chew candy dissolved
‘should have opted for gobstoppers when I still had a choice’
‘life sucks and boiled sweets are distastefully overrated’
not fit for purpose as he failed to choke and surrender
he had be so preoccupied that he had failed to notice
a single rose that his friend had draped on the pine tree
evergreen and potent ‘maybe I barked up the wrong tree’
a heart in its bark reminded him that there was love after all
07th August 2020