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Though Nervous...
Yours truly, quite dissimilar
to a woodlark,
nonetheless, this human
i(r)onically positively charged
to forge covalent bond,
hence this stranger
axon impulse to generate,
modulate, and spark...
assimilate virtual digital connection
with mine quark
key aura, charisma,
and karma acquired,
sans "FAKE" trumpeting
assertion tubby Ozark
Mountain Daredevil, I feign
boasting as true mark
Putin on Ritz storyteller wannabe,
incorporated with hallmark
card writer, and thus
feeble attempt to embark
upon eurythmic quest
to facilitate online journey,
wherever the whim
of reciprocity, spontaneity,
and transparency doth
deem reasonable benchmark.
Blatant camaraderie desire
explains rhyme and reason,
(and collusion) if such tactic appealed
within scrunched, highbrowed, and furrowed
forehead this whim congealed,
eyebrows raised with elan to field
said poetic laced metrical pursuit
(grammatically well healed)
unsure what outcome,
(perhaps duff feeted endeavor)
might be revealed!
At deux score away from
attaining Sant Henny yawl
whirl wide aging cobwebs
glom rusty cogs and wheels
of me noggin pine to flip
(the hands of time)
growing old steals
often playing back gauzy past,
where silently musty
Old Virginny hoary memory reels
squeakily turn, yet revisiting,
painful remembrance of things past
only reminds me how this Scottish Matt
got stepped on by many heels.
Numerous unpleasant vivid bro
kin recollections of doomed,
foregone smitten loves flit to and fro
many awkward boyhood infatuations never
broached to secret paramour,
asper this common Joe
forever embossed pretty thang,
penniless and dolorous 1959 minted
baby boomer lass ne'er did know,
probably snickered (out of mine earshot),
a painfully shy lad, who stood
(rather small) apart from status quo
sported nerdy skinny as toothpick physique
encompassing scared kid accumulating woe.
Even at this instant forlorn romantic
notions finds this papa craze
zilly wished courage existed to
whisper "hello" during prepubescent days
for one gull in particular engendered
unstoppable fervent gaze
especially within cat's whisker
visiting her hypnotic gaze
leaving suppressed, locked, and bottled
languishing testosterone
squelched in confusing maze.
Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
of contrived information
all details bu...bu...bull...low knee
within this poetic missive
after spending a lifetime crunch
ching numbers, the following
singularly just my hunch,
but despite minuscule
approximate i.e. kid size lunch
meal, (sans two clenched fists,
and weighing about 1.5 kilograms),
not much to munch,
yet if smacked in the kisser
by a pugilist visited
square in the jaw deadly (Judy hush
hiss) sucker punch
whereby the unlucky
recipient may see "unlucky stars"
after brows severely scrunched,
thee above poppycock, and potentially
"FAKE" though (Ripley deed lee)
believe able to ye,
nonetheless behooves me
to segue-way (by Segway) to pre
sent a "TRUE" revelation see
(gnome hatter, aye
cheese silly contradict
mice elf alias Stuart Little) prithee
please just accept what I write
with a grain of salt
(from the Sultan Sea),
cuz yawl do yarself grave
injury and lodge a gree
vance against this harmless
right ham handed cree
chore from the outer limits
of the twilight zone, thus
I STRONGLY ADVISE thee,
NOT to stake eh knee
un mensch chin hubble cogitation,
and figuratively swallow,
hook, conga line
and sinker thine highly suspect re
dunk yule us gobbledygook mee
cully (meekly) reed this
more so asthma
childish entertainment, hence oak key
jist put aside any urgent task
to revel as sigh bee
devil logical syntax
with sum man tricks
playfully wasting yar
precious time free
cully (freakily) inventing outlandish nee
incoherent yawping, towering,
and brutally butchering,
Brooklyn speak (homer over
mayor later mother), she
nearly always... er added
letters "er" at'er the ender
her sentences - er stain?
MAMA N THEM JUZ KEEP LIVIN---
Mama N em’
Gone tha dun past a way
MaMA been dead for forty-four years and…
She jus keep on liven, liven,
Lord, God know’s she is juz livin, livin
Standin next to Jesus………………
Grandm gone on
Been dead sum fif-T years now
Grandm she jus keeps on livin, liven, liven
PaPa died ya in 1889
So me N my wife and chill-ren
See hum in his grand chill-ren
Me PaPa Oh! Yeah
Mi Daddy yawl,
Me PaPa jus keeps on liven, liven, He lives on
Mama N em’ they up N heaven praizen My Lord and Savoir and My God
Mama
Grandm
Papa
All of em’ iz juz liven, praizen, standin next to Jesus
All of em’ iz in heaven
Thank you-Jesus
9/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Old Time ***** Spirituals”
Alas oh how grave and horrendous misfortune...
Relapse written all over whole
fudge besmirched countenance
American as apple pie garden variety troll
tell tale evidence eats away
at me heart and soul
argh so much for new year's resolution
straight and true healthy eating goal.
Lofty ambition to attain once upon time
coveted, prized, and
treasured toothpick physique,
no not necessarily becoming
thin as anorexic pencil necked geek
scores of years ago,
when yours truly resembled
quiet as mouse phantasmagorical
disembodied prepubescent freak
surreally bobbing long Battle Creek.
Morphological body distortion bid me
to allow, enable, and provide suicidal
grimly reaped tally ho
with feebly uttered see yawl
back in the day circa approximately
my thirteenth circuit round the sun,
I sought to disappear into cellular vacuole
formerly carefree boy
his loose higglety-pigglety
hogtied psyche psychological,
(not in yeast wryly bred) did unroll
severely psychological afflicted son
taxed his mama and papa where
somber appalling death knell
deathly silent lugubriously reverberated
figurative emotional bell toll,
Matthew Scott starved yet hungered
for sustenance of body, mind and soul.
Pact nearly signed, sealed,
and delivered signaling demise
(mine) unwittingly inflicting horrific guise
kickstarting pinteresting repercussions no lies
lifetime developmental delay no surprize
even now this aging baby boomer tries
to shake off pervasive thought process unwise
fending off punishing
self destructive reflexive urge
after experiencing wages
of culinary sin where surge
impossible mission just desserts to purge
thus sink dentures into sweet treat
taste buds relishing joie de vivre emerge
(think chocolate fudge) flashes me memory
prior lovely skull and crossbones
nearly acknowledged funereal dirge.
Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in a stew
that Rice ain't nice and the NFL smells.
Seems a shame, just 2 games
suspension for sending fiancé to unconscious dimension
but 5 games in the pink for some "illegal" ink
and a season on the rope for smokin a little dope.
Too bad, violence gainst women so sad
but these are men in a violent pen
NFL pretzel logical?
Whatever the reason, dirty laundry in preseason
washed clean yawl, if Ray take us to the Super Bawl.
Tennis anyone?
https://ca.sports.yahoo.com/news/here-s-how-badly-the-nfl-did-in-its-punishment-of-ravens-rb-ray-rice-200513481-nfl.html
I suppose struggling bards (such as I) are wont to muse
Upon profound or inane topics to propound our views.
So, it occured to me how baffling the English language could be,
To new arrivals to our shores from international potpourri.
Will he ever master the usage of to, two, tutu and too?
Should he order "coal" or "cole" slaw at his favorite rendevous?
Plane could be a woodworking tool or is it that thing in the sky,
Or something plain and simple or a plain of undulating rye?
He tries to sort out the subtleties of yawl and ya'll,
And the nuances of aunt, ant and if that ain't all,
How can he figure out the use of maul, moll and mall?
Is it a golf ball or a formal ball? 'Tis enough to make him bawl!
He must ever ponder if a yard is three feat or three feet,
And is addled about the use of peek, peak and pique.
Is a pupil a kid in class or something to do with the eye?
Buy, bi, by and bye, now what does each of those imply?
His fear is that he'll never get it write or is it rite or right?
He preys (or prays?) for deliverance from his fearful plight.
Momma mia! He's bewildered and just wants to return home,
To that Eternal City in Italy called Rome (or is it Roam?)!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
SHE INSPIRES ME TAINT NO PLAIN OLE NOR BEAUTIFUL WOMAN KNOWS MORE THAN THIS-KH
U know God done- He don’t make no mess!
Yawl! Know God don’t make NO MISTAKES
He made Woman
And she inspires me…
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
There’s ain’t none not deserving,
To be called His Daughters
For in all creation God ain’t made NO plain Woman
For they (we) are beautiful spirits and souls
Created by the ALL Mighty
A beautiful God
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
And they (we) are bearers of humanity
Ain’t nothing plain bout’ me?
And I am a nurturer
And I am made in HIS image
And I am Mother(s) of the World
This world…
Only I bear in my chest humanities Children
To be called His Daughter
Mother of the World
To be His bride,
On His spiritual side
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
Plain things are simple, unadorned,
That ain’t me
And plain even a little boring. ...
And that ain’t me
One meaning of the word is, as in a flat prairie or low lying
I stand ever tall nothing horizontal bout me.
I’m gorgeous and elegant a queen
God’s HOLY daughter
No obstructions. Embellished, baring, or unimpressive love holy things.
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
I am more than a
Plain women
I know more about men than beautiful ones do
God has made me (us) more than pain, more than beautiful you see
Even sinner, saved men need a holy woman too!
12/14/19
For She Inspires Series KH Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
| "Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
-Katherine Hepburn
Hey man !
Flatfoot, dang!
Why you dragging your leg
Don't you know them there shoes you wear are just too small like peg
Them there shoes you wear are too small, y'all!
~
Where are your arches and
Where is your perrier
How can you twist in your turn
As you try walk as you fall not dance on the floor
Why do you waddle and not walk
Liken a toddler it's a wonder you can even talk
~
Why you're in crutches and in a wheelchair bound
Where is the Hope of you running a marathon
Flatfoot no wonder yawl dragging y'all foot N' leg
hup yup hup hup hup hup-two three four hup two three four
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
11/28/21
ice formed in craggy spirals
upside down and billowed
on the outstretched arms
of the sleeping winter Willow
awaiting Spring’s warm charm
misted sunlight peered through in sheer
shafts of glistening frozen crystals
as the melting ice dripped nature’s tears
falling upon the cold gripped ground next to a wistful
headstone where his name aroused memories from past years
loved one’s gathered in close circles
walking together with careful footsteps on chilled lawns
frozen feet stood still with inquisitive squirrels
listening to mournful voices singing along
in sullen murmuration of whimpering hymns and song
in a dirge of grief, we braved this day
amid rooted sorrow and lingering loss
notes fondly resonated in prayer that conveys
the passing of a loved one’s life who in death has crossed
while embracing the remembrance of his life with praise
quietly two white doves feathered in pure white
lifted while lamenting a somber cooing yawl
soaring above the tree line towards ethereal heights
stirring the clouds above the weeping and grief struck pall
as we gathered in procession leaving the dead man’s rite
death reaches with a cold hand
It freezes within us and grasps then grips love’s feelings
we sleep with the winter Willow and on frozen feet we stand
then melt like ice with tears of grief for our healing
while the flowers we offer kindle the grace our hopes demand
128 Gallon of Milk
"The unique medium"
Castile Dermal they spoke
as his name. They said he was
an original person
with some great ideas.
He refused to see past
the frustration
of the word can't. Some saw him as
a great person
, nut others either
needly wished him
to fail or go away.
He would use his knowledge
of science to
make better conditions
were historically
people who had needed help either
couldn't vocalize there need
or didn't know how to
readjust to the changes
that would effect them.
Do it now while
you know what's going on
one spoke. But like the wisdom of the wise
it all depends on the terminology
function and production
He understands the need
for money, but
refuses to understand the
need for investments.
the intense heartfelt expressions of a soulful cantress
and cantar.
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******Hoytt tah Mussie********
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(they mad sure he had no money where
he couldn't be involved)
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a Smooth rhythmic ride
the strong presence of
pride and history
stories that inspire one
to do things that are inspirations
to the betterment of all involved.
Flatfish: i-done, haddock whiff you, sea, yawl
fluke and flounder: sea I,turbot sole!
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