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10/31/22
I've weathered rough storms
Always high and drunk or
Trying to have love form
I was once torn
All this B.S. occurs out my front door
You've woken up the beast, now you're done for
You've no idea what's in store
Just may be guts and gore
Time I smoke and drink some more
All these dumb whores
Meanwhile constantly with punks I war
You'll be unable to prevent it
Before there can be any friendship
It all ends quick
Meanwhile too much crap they remain obsessed with
Not all shall be nice
Something off I was able to see twice
Underneath streetlights
Over the span of three nights
By going to extreme heights
I learned valuable lessons for a cheap price
Nearly each time
Often turns to violence, rarely is there peace signs
Seen by my keen eyes
For the remainder, need to be wise
Against these guys
Since in the end eventually we die
Still she tries
But I'm going to make her take a deep dive
Since she is barking up the wrong tree line
Trying to mess with the whole beehive
No need to read in-between the lines
I've seen why, they do it no need to try
The same said falling for it and believing lies
Too late to worry about me, I'm eating fine
Nothing singled out
Or leading to bigger doubt
I've had opportunity to think about
While out in nature or a house by a sink and couch
Where I would smoke and drink large amounts
Now I know
It's not just how it goes
Much of it I've outgrown
And the rest of it, I've been the town joke
Behind clouds of smoke
Beyond a clown or folk
Always the one they doubt the most
Just like with everything there's a price to pay
She brought me warmth and lighted my day
Right away
It's nice to say
But then she left me in the dark
Like they all do before I can make a mark
By now we're worlds apart
Yet it still hurts my heart
Because I'm tossed away to collect dust before I could start
Oh well I continue and swim on
Regardless of if I live long
Rarely if ever I did wrong
Took endless work to become this strong
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
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.
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
The relationship between us began to thaw,
my thoughts tumbled in my head,
making and breaking alliances,
like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
Talking and thinking became to me,
like the open page of a monthly magazine.
Your picture is silent, standing before me
like a little statuesque figure.
I fell for you like my heart was a mob informant,
and you were the East River.
I deeply love you.
when you speak,
I thought I heard bells,
as if you were a garbage truck backing up.
After you dumped me,
my heart hung heavily,
restless as a blue-bottle fly on a warm summer's day.
Your kisses was the flowers of love in bloom,
your laughter was the music of my soul.
My heart swelled with a sea of tears,
my dreams were flowers to which you were a bee.
I know that I have barking up the wrong tree,
But please excuse my French.
You left me with silence that seemed heavy and dark,
like a passing cloud.
Your charms lay like metals in a mine and
you gave me such chill embraces,
as the snow-covered heights receive from clouds.
You left me with vague thoughts,
that stream shapelessly through my mind,
like long sad vapors through the twilight sky.
Your name cuts into my soul like a knife and left me,
like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.
I am in so much pain!
I hate the fact that at least I didn't have a chance to see you,
to talk to you, to look into his eyes,
and to hug me.
I never imagined I can feel so much pain and disrepair.
All I want is to see you and touch you one more time.
I don't know how long it will last all this pain,
but I am sure it will be a long way on my way to healing.
Tears, photos and memories - all you have left...
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
Once again the cat was in the cradle
and I didn't even have a silver spoon,
my master always at work leaving me with this loon,
always standing there stiff like with those sticks,
yesterday my tongue getting frozen as I tried to lick it,
Maybe I should be a little more bolder,
since I'm getting tired of him giving me the cold shoulder,
me a jack russell terrier with a ton of energy,
I didn't understand why he wasn't being very friendly,
My staring and whining at him certainly didn't do the trick,
because he just stood there staring back and didn't flinch,
finally with all the gusto I could muster,
I jumped high in the air and barked "take that buster!",
Finally grabbing the stick that I wanted him to throw,
seems like he started to dissolve a bit and take a bow,
I started chewing on the stick and dragging it around,
the frozen loon slowly dissolving and still not making a sound,
Couple of days later the frozen loon was almost all gone,
that is till we got yet another snowstorm,
my workaholic master making me yet another frozen form,
saying this one will last longer since its an abominable snowman,
This time this particular form was even taller,
making me feel even punier and a whole lot smaller,
and instead of waiting for the form to throw a stick,
this form had branches that were like 6 inches thick,
Since my past experience with the other looney form,
this time I got smart and was filled with cynicism and scorn,
thinking if this loon thinks I'm going to wait to play fetch and freeze,
well I'll just tell him he's just barking up the wrong tree!
12-18-16
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
This is my apology
To all of my family
Who spent their hard earned currency
For my education willingly
I started out initially
Seeking an Accounting degree
Then Finance was my destiny
But switched to, um, oh let me see
Next I tried Philosophy
And read Plato and Socrates
But there was no way I’d agree
With their thoughts entirely
I undertook Psychology
As a Sigmund Freud wannabe
But found his ego had simply
Gone far beyond the likes of me
I had a go at Sociology
But when linking the bourgeoisie
To the simple chimpanzee
I was far up the wrong tree
So next there was Psychiatry
In which I’d earn a PHD
But there was no way I could see
How drugs could cure a malady
So then I picked Astronomy
With all those far off galaxies
But no one there could guarantee
That we’d get to visit Mercury
And when I switched to History
I learned tales of war and misery
But in time that stuff bored me
Coz man repeats the same story
I then sampled Physiology
But switched to the Anatomy
Tried Biology, and Chemistry,
Zoology, and Botany
But all those subjects, truthfully
Where not within my pedigree
Even though they’d pay handsomely
They would never be my cup of tea
At last I chose, curiosity
Coz that would be the best for me
With a minor in rhyme-ology
And since then have lived quite happily
I awake to find it is raining today.
As I sit down to write what shall I say?
Sometimes it feels like I’m barking up the wrong tree.
The rain keeps on falling and I can hardly see.
Sometimes it seems I can’t get out of my way.
The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed,
I reach out to grab on to all I can get.
I can see the top but I’m not there yet.
Many times my life feels like a ball in the tide.
Drifting out further no matter what I try.
Other times it feels like I’m drifting downstream.
My life feels much like a perpetual dream…
There are times I really don’t know which way to go.
The more that I learn seems the less that I know.
Life appears like something from a picture show.
Life a snowball going downhill, it continues to grow.
I try to find sense where there’s none to be found.
The past sneaks up on me without making a sound.
I’m still on this Journey yet where am I bound?
Life flies right by me why are you still around?
When I feel hungry and my soul needs to feed
Still, I seem to drift much like a tumble weed.
Blowing in the wind the leaf falls from the tree.
All it really wanted was the chance to be free.
So I just start again as I take to the road
It is the way that it goes, so I am told.
I try to buy back the soul that I sold.
Not all that wiser yet another year old.