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Long ago
In a far away land
With stags in the glens
Salmon leaping so grand
This ancient Kingdom
With its lonely King
Longs for a maiden
To make his heart ring
No crusades
No battles no wars
His reason-ability
What do we want to fight for
The only war he faces
Is raging in his heart
To seek his chosen maiden
For his life to start
With his entourage they travel
To tour his Kingdom so
Through heather bloomed glens
Over mountains graced with snow
Many miles they have travelled
All in need of rest
Up ahead in the distance
A manse house, we're timely blessed
On the door his footman knocks
As it opens with a creak
What can i do for you
Bow, its your King your about to greet
They settle down for supper
Roast hog and venison pie
The King enjoying their welcome
Twas not the food that caught his eye
The Laird of this estate
Had two daughters, lovely named
Carolyn and Lorna
Blond haired and red head flamed
The one that made him smile
Was the way she looked at him
This blond haired gorgeous beauty
All curvy shaped and thin
With the politeness of a King
Would you like to walk with me
As they strolled around her garden
Talking of all that they could see
They talked of ancient mariners
The roamers of the seas
Adventurers, they would seek
To show new worlds to see
En captured by her knowledge
Her smile, long blond hair
Is it the politeness of a King
To be in awe and sit and stare
They head back to the manse
To retire for the night
Both lying awake in thought
Something here, clicked tonight
Now many months have passed
Visitations to and fro
The King to her dads estate
This blond to his castle so
Then on one sunny day
As they rode through his Kingdom's glens
Enjoying this place of beauty
In his cloak, some thing full of gems
In the presence of his lands
The King goes on one knee
My dear darling Carolyn
Will you marry me
Yes my darling King
I will marry you
Today we are engaged
Tomorrow, this precious join of two
They head back to his castle
Through his glens and rivers of blue
For on their day of marriage
The Kings heart at peace and true
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While dining out, in old Chi town
just David and the Mrs Brown
peruse the menu, ask what's special
the waiter says our turkey pretzel
The Mrs makes an awful face
but Mr says he'd love to taste
how could a salted doughy ring
not be a perfectly tasty thing?
The ring arrives, with side of fries
and Mr can't believe his eyes
it's kind of green, but he has seen
much worse in places he has been
He wolfs it down and wipes his face
he thinks, not bad for this kind of place
but then, he feels a sudden urge
a rush of wind that he must purge
He waddles through the men's room door
and falls upon the grimy floor
he crawls avoiding further falls
and squirms into the nearest stall
At last, he's safe, he thinks at least
to finally loose the gassy beast
but when he lets the big wind go
he finds he's soaked both high and low
The ring, the fries, the gravy too
they cover him in a film of poo
his pants are full, his shirt's a mess
what to do's a futile guess
He hears a voice and in a yelp
he squeaks I could really use some help
the voice says I'm the janitor,
what can I do for you, dear sir?
He tells his tale of windy woe
and out the door the janitor goes
on his return, he had a hose
a towel and some clean dry clothes
Brown comes out and looks around
he's naked now and feels a clown
the janitor then sprays him clean
and helps him in his brand new jeans
The Mrs asked are you all right?
When you crawled off, I had a fright
I warned you not to eat that stuff
you never listen to me enough
Brown looked down, he bit his lip
He paid the check and left a tip
a tip so large, the cashier gasped
she said this question must be asked
Was it the food, the ambience, sir?
Or maybe t'was the hatcheck girl?
I'd like to know, so I can tell
others why you think we're swell
Brown shook his head, he turned and said
I'm lucky now, that I'm not dead
your food's the worst that I have had
and I have had some really bad
Your restaurant's a dirty mess
your hatcheck girl could learn to dress
Your service, though, it is the best
with that, I really am impressed
Shabari a hunter's child longed to be a disciple of true wisdom(Brahma Jnana), but was refused because of low caste. Sage Matanga took her into the Ashram but was spurned for this decision. Matanga told Shabari stay in the Ashram & serve. Before dying he asked his devotee "what can I do for you ? " she asked, " may I come with you " he replied, "No"
Then one day picking berries she met a Rishi who found her unworthy of touching water. He threw a stone at her and as her leg bled, the lake turned red. Rishi cried "A drop of blood from an outcast and the lake is blood. Shabari went back to the Ashram crying.
The water remained red until Lord Rama arrived at the forest. Rishis asked for his help. "Lord, one touch of your foot and it will be water again " Lord Rama walks in and the blood stays red. Lord Rama asks "Tell me, how did it turn to blood?" They recanted the story of the sage and Shabari. How the Rishi threw the stone and how the lake turned red. When Rama heard her name, he placed a hand on his heart, "It is not Shabari's blood but mine. I can not clean this lake." "Lord we need water" they cried, "Bring her to me " he replied....
Shabari ran towards him with soiled feet. As the dirt fell in the lake the water became clear again. Lord Rama said, " the dust from a pure devotee makes all waters clean" Shabari, invited Lord Rama over to eat berries. Lakshman tells Rama, "Brother don't eat them, they are half eaten." but Lord Rama eats them anyway, "Brother, Whomever offers me fruit with love, I will eat with great joy" Lord Rama so touched by her great love asked, "What is it you wish for, it shall be granted " Shabari cried, "Lord, unite my soul with that of my Guru " Rama blessed her and her body vanished. She has finally merged with her beloved Guru.
Gimme that real Love.
That unconditional, don't change, Love.
I want some of that "What can I do for you?" Love.
The type that don't fade or do away with you, Love.
The type of Love that makes you squirm.
A one true Love that won't cause harm.
Gimme some of that Loyal Love.
The kind that's down for you when you need it most, type of Love.
Pour me up some good Love.
The kind that showers me with affection, type of Love.
Where is that true Love?
The one who is waiting for me to give it back, type of Love.
I want a Love that appreciates.
The type of Love that don't slip away.
I want that type of Love where nothing gets in the way.
I want the best Love of all.
The type of Love that won't stray.
Where's the, "Baby I'm coming home!" type of Love?
The ewww, "I can't wait to see you!" Love.
Let me get at you, Love.
Hold you all night, Love.
The type of Love I can't get enough of.
Where's the Love I want so much?
That real sweet Love with the gentle touch.
Show me that Love that's hard to find.
I need that Love to just call mine.
"Picture this," type of Love.
I got your back when you need me, Love.
Never mistreat me.
Oh, I Love when you squeeze me.
I can't get away with NOTHING, type of Love.
Can I get an apologetic Love?
Make it better and move on, type of Love.
I want that reconcile Love.
Never go to bed angry, Love.
Wake up fixing breakfast, Love.
I want that steady Love.
The one that don't get no better, Love.
Kiss me on the back of the neck, type of Love.
You get on my nerves but I can't live without you, Love.
That forever and ever love.
Til death do us part, 6 feet under, type of Love.
I want that "I CHOOSE YOU!" Love.
I got you and I won't let go, Love.
Without you, there is no Love.
A Love who will eagerly Gimme Love!
11/13/2019
I am your servant
What can I do for you
Take you on an air baloon ride
Up and away so you can fly
Rising up into the sky
Just us alone you and I
Recite a funny poem
On the way home
Fly you in an airplane
On a romantic trip to Spain
A great adventure will make you
Never the same
Next we will go to Italy
To eat and enjoy and see all we can see
As we travel far away to have fun
We can greet and shake hands with every one
New ways to serve you rise inside of me
New places to go things to do and see
Do you have a idea too
Of what you like and want to do
Your wish is my command
THE DAY I VISITED GIORGIO V.
The day I visited Giorgio V.
It was poetry that received me :
Poems lined after poems
Like the military in morning parade ;
I saw words command words
I saw words send words on errand
Every word in its rank and its place
Like items in Lidi or Audi’s shop.
There is gender in poetry’s palace :
The she-poems need no introduction
Their body features speak for them
But many are he-poems in Giorgio’s league
That Lexicon or Thesaurus must first introduce ;
The array is beauty to behold
Variety is the jewel that stands here out.
Then came the Marshal
The commander of the battalion
On his epaulet I read : poetic anatomy –
His dexterity in letter wins queens ;
He grows poems where men grow hairs ,
He took first step , gourdlets of poetry were dropping
He took the next , gourds of poetry were falling
He took another , it was barrels of poetry that were rolling down
At this point I heard a thunderous voice :
‘‘Stand at ease , stand alert
Quick march , slow march
March in review order
March in advance order
Open hair dresser
Salute.’’
Majestically he walked , like the Irish Colum ,
In the columns of words as he inspected the guard ;
Sundenly he turned back and made my point his path ,
Could he have seen me ? Yes, he did ;
As he got to me , phonetically he pressed :
What can I do for you ? Like in catechism I replied :
Your servant has only come to glorify the god of poetry.
He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place!”
That would be me ! What can I do for you?
He said : no ! that can not be ! It was a younger
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell
to the ground ,and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said : J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
HOPE
Now who could this man have been ?
I was 17
She was 15
Her name was Fondly
Yes, she's somebody's daughter
So I went to her house a calling
I knocked on the door
And Fondly opened the door I speedingly said
Is your father at in is he at home
Could you go get him
Yet before she left
I gaze upon her scarlet bronze eyes
And in that moment
That one second, we bonded, connected
I couldn't replace that moment
She left to get her father
I gasped whispered to myself I hope her father likes me
Her dad came to the door I said good evening sir...
Hello Mr. Johnson
He immediately said hello son what can I do for you
I didn't reply I said Mr Johnson hi my name is Derek and I'm in love with your daughter but sir I honestly can say I can wait until she's of age so we are both young
And to tell you the truth when she's 21 I'm coming back here to ask you for her hand in marriage
But until then sir I'm going to do all my due diligence to be humbly polite treat it like a queen so one day should be my wife so Mr Johnson Grand and as I came in he told his wife honey you better set another plate for dinner I think my daughter has now and in the future a good man or winner
Come on in son and sit down
Let's talk now about presence-tense
And also those future plans for my princess
9/14/74
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1974, 2021
"Good day! God is good!
I’m about to have an ambush interview with you…
Yet, you got stuck on my special child’s wheelchair.
Thus, I don’t need to pursue after you, skipping stone!"
"Well, the Lord has answered your prayer
for an encounter with me…
So, what can I do for you?"
"My child wants to play with you freely
but his condition somehow inhibits him to do so…
What advice can you give me in this regard?"
"Oh, I’m pleased to know that your handsome boy
likes to play with me… Just let him enjoy my presence:
touch me, toss me, build with me. He can also help
decorate aquarium, playground, and garden using me
as well as learn to count and sing along my sound."
"Wow! Thanks for your shared information.
May I invite you to come with us?
My son will place you in his pocket…"
"Sure, but release me afterwards so I can continue
my God-given role as part of His creation to exalt Him,
according to Revelation 4:11, 'Thou art worthy, O Lord,
to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created
all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.'
God bless you and your child."
June 27, 2023
Honorable Mention, "The Interview" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 8/10/2023
Rain came down in torrents—
The parched earth
Rose to greet her…
And let off some steam!
You took a long time in coming—
I was almost roasted alive
Complained the parched earth
Oh, the mountains fell in love with me
They blocked my way—
I had to take a circuitous route to reach you
The winds blew me hither and thither
I lost my way on my way!
But now that I am here
Pray, tell me, ‘What can I do for you?’
Oh, I have been thirsty for months
The leaves on the trees
Are heavy with dust
I need a thorough wash
I have been keenly waiting
For the monsoon season
So that I may have a natural bath
‘Monsoon is not a season’
Corrected the rain
There are only two seasons—
Summer and winter
Monsoon is just a transitory phase
Between summer and winter
Just as spring is a transitory phase
Between winter and summer
People wear summer clothes
And winter clothes
They don’t wear spring clothes
Or monsoon clothes
If there is rain during summer,
They wear raincoats over summer clothing
Just as they do in winter
Fresh leaves appear during monsoon
Flowering plants and trees are abloom
Animals and birds mate before monsoon
Just as they do
Before the arrival of spring
Monsoon is a second opportunity for rejuvenation
Just as spring is…
In fact, it is a second spring!