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The car that brings that box
with requisite solemnity
purrs reverently to its gentle halt.
The engine is well mannered,
so quiet I hardly know it’s died,
yet the silence now is solid,
till men in black, with practised gravity,
pass to the rear to slide out that box
from its car-borne bier,
where it sat like a slab during transit.
Now it commands my eyes;
it shares my air.
That box! It cannot be ignored,
not now it is here and I so close
and knowing what is in it.
Only when it is carried inside
and placed on the catafalque –
restoring distance between it and me –
do I allow a resumption of my breath
as I move into the chapel
to take my place and make my farewell.
A simple design for his two-term campaign
They waltzed right through to hold America’s reign.
With every stride and every step, he paved upon
His slogan, “Change You Can Count On!”
His certainty, assertiveness, and lean demeanor
Placed arrogance and haughtiness on the back steamer.
Courteous smile and well-mannered self
Proved such simplicity bore a mine of wealth
Deep within the essence of his being.
Whether his slogan was taken
Or mis-taken,
Whether deemed positive or negative,
It was definitely not interrogative
To proclaim that he never defined “the change”
To be up-close or at a distant range.
He simply declared, “Change You Can Count On”
And “A Change” is what Obama brought and stood upon!
Standing lean and standing tall in tailored suit and tie,
Alongside Michele – America’s First Lady – his active wife,
They surfed together through America’s highest tidal wave
Without shriveling back, but standing brave.
Together, they pulled through the night
Until America awoke a the break of light!
Leaving the office after the race,
Their heads held high and full of grace,
The mess they knew they stepped into now was clean
For another ruler to fulfill his dream!
No mess on their behalf left behind
As they walked out the front door
Having honorably resigned….•
When I was a child, children were chattel, threatened by our parents and our preacher.
We did not even dare whisper a tiny bit of a sliver of a question at our teacher.
Today’s brazen un-mothers drop their children off for breakfast, lunch and supper.
They have school toilets destroyed before you can spell the word ‘upper.’
The well-behaved, socialized, well-mannered children experience a daily scene
Of how fast our wild ones can commandeer the classroom, showing their mean
They respect no one. Least of all themselves. They refuse to go to a buddy room.
They yell cuss words, and they make noises that are worse than a rocket’s zoom.
What do they receive for disrupting the classroom day after day, in non-moderation?
Rewards in the form of extra recess, basketball, an elaborate celebration.
How this magnificent reward system for bad behavior has backfired is anyone’s guess.
Some of our other children, are starting to throw chairs, wanting to be in this mess.
Is it the prizes, the chocolate sundae bar, the cash? Is it the three hour play on the swings?
Is it the McDonald’s lunch they receive, while the rest are eating lukewarm onion rings?
Is it the laughs they get watching their well-behaved classmates sitting down hard and bored?
Is it that they see the tally sheet, and they realize they are the only ones who scored?
One of our five-year-olds has our school in lock-down mode daily, never there or here.
His teacher is counting the days until break, so she can start interviewing for a different career.
What started out as simple defiance is in full-blown mode now. Our fire escape is broken,
Most white boards and windows have been destroyed, and this is but a brief token.
Is it mean to ask about the rights of the other twenty-six children in the class?
Is it okay to wonder, how in the world in math and reading they will ever pass?
Ask your grandchildren if I am right, and then run to school and for the good ones, please fight.
Written 12-06-2018 Contest: Let ‘Er Rip Sponsor: John Lawless
November Rolls
(Matching Rhyming Scheme of aabbcc per stanza...)
(a) Cascading steps my day will start,
(a) pictures abound parades by heart,
(b) sprung to brightness startle on course,
(b) each day remembered gifts the source,
(c) hop amid blossom hues cool breeze,
(c) lengthy well-mannered gist to seize.
(a) Sun aged life we patterned eyes chart,
(a) spews golden way smooth work of art,
(b) till such realms-edge frequent divorce,
(b) air Harvest moon inspires white horse,
(c) dawdle, impaled leaves clear appease,
(c) crumpled neath feet, flit time at ease.
(a) Northern brisk befell trails winds dart,
(a) as powdered field draped milk impart,
(b) thy countenance embrace the coarse,
(b) midst pending views November force,
(c) fitted well clothed this cloudy squeeze,
(c) terms sway o'er life till wintry's freeze.
(...and so on...)
*Used: HMS
2020 October 21
where are all the gentlemen
how have I missed them
his firm extended handshake
his perfect glaring eye contact
in his imperfect ways acknowledges God ALWAYS
staying well groomed
doesn't use profanity nor curses
trysts to be just trustworthy and honest
works hard read good books
says please and thank you
find the good in ALL even if they don't seem too
open doors for others men and children to
Well mannered compassionate
Patient, apologetic
Comforting chivalrous
Respectful, dependable
Confident, polite
Caring, charitable, complimentary
lover of humanity, forgiving of ALL things
When is the last time you held a door open for a woman
When is the last time you said good morning
When is the last time you wish someone well
When is the last time you shuck the hand of a stranger
where are all the gentlemen
how have I missed them
his firm extended handshake
his perfect glaring eye contact
in his imperfect ways acknowledges God ALWAYS
someone out there show me, tell me of where
where have all those gentlemen gone
I sure do must them so
1/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
It was so long ago, the camera in my heart,
had almost forgotten it and so~
Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious
mother, the owners.....
A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well
dressed and well mannered Europeans, mostly
French, to which it was a joy to go and to
celebrate in.
A lover of Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour was I!
Their soulful music made my soul fly, sky high!
Each holiday with only the French I joyfully spent.
I was adopted as one of them!
Granted, bars can be gross and rowdy,but
Le Montmartre had love and class, I recall with a
splendid sigh.
If only my hand could reach back in time~but
it cannot.
Without my French friends, the hills of San Francisco,
my heart is both lonely and rent.
I heard the French are heartless people.
This just is not so, I tell you from three years spent
with them..I want to shout it from the steeple!
September 25, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Form:
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two
As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of agony
While my dark demeanor
is dismissed
I will burn buildings
If you insist
On painting glitter
over rage
On labeling my pain
a phase
An inconvenient rite, a blight
On your ladylike
well-mannered path
My wrists bleeding
As you correct my math
My words are not petty, not obscene
I am not a robot, not a machine
To defuse, deprogram or debug
Or merely lock away and shrug
In your placid belief
that compliance is peace
What is prison for
If not release?
When I am tumbling through
Unstable skies
And need a roof
To calm my eyes
Bring me more than
A structured reply
Just sit with me
And ask me why
6/24/22
Into Young Womanhood
this glorious role, sans
helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
fills thy being
with joie de vivre and doth add dorn
more resplendent than any horn
of plenty, and aye can only imagine
more precious than fine spun gold
ah...how this papa doth recall,
when he didst hold
and/or swaddle his edenic bundle of joy
and taking stock,
how she (christened
Eden Liat) didst mold
herself into an autonomous offspring,
rarely receiving a scold
cuz, she most times seemed well mannered
and infrequently told,
and thus said benevolent prized progeny
required no special programming nor app
even when a child, adolescent or,
latte (sipping) teen,
this genetic bounty evinced
laser like thinking
with a custom made thinking cap
although...yes, (there erupted a verbal flap
toward the missus or me,
(the latter and former
markedly differed asper child rearing,
which unseen rift
engendered a figurative gap
mollycoddling, holding, consoling,
et cetera distraught daughter on me lap
which cradling, fas incubating, rocking...,
which oft found
this biomedically cherished baby taking her nap
twas at such poignant bonding moments,
aye DID NOT decry the parent trap,
thus now, special "gifts"
with bittersweet motions bespeak
as tears (viz - ode to joy)
stream down each stubbled cheek
this middle aged grown man,
doth recollect with embarrassment
how as a teen thyself as classic "geek"
whereat mine demeanor extremely meek
AND let NO chanced avail
for one to take a peak
and now...unstoppable
grievousness awoke,
oh no...nothing un speak
or print able did occur only a human weak
ness, when thine voice
un-necessarily raised yet,
blink back moistened
slightly crowsfeet darkened eyes set
tills within this intelligent
well read and let
hard bloke accepts the "circle game of life"
...listening to thee
beautiful, charming, exemplary dulcet
an em ma nant treasured
valuable accouterment tummy life...
YOU BET!
5:15 PM 14 Aug 2018
Where have all the ladies gone
That inspired beautiful song
Style and grace
Humble and chased
Strong and willing
Proper not chilling
Well spoken and sweet as a dove
Well mannered and well spoken of
Where have the gentlemen gone
Regaled and praised in song
Strong and brave
Worked hard everyday
Humble and caring
Always sharing
They have all been replaced
By demons who curse you to your face
By liars and thieves
Filled with contempt and greed
It is so hard to find in this day and time
Real people for real reasons who are honest and kind