I miss the sweet comraderie
The words you'd leave for me to see
The teasing tongue tenacity
I never thought one day you'd be
Away from here, away from me
I miss the way you'd make me smile
Through darkest days, a word worthwhile
Would scatter gloom and chase the vile
Oh, how your charm could so beguile
I miss your certain kind of style
I miss the mystery in the rhyme
The sweet sensation every time
I'd read the most melodious chime
Now that you're gone, it's such a crime
I miss the banter, so sublime
I miss the way you used to tease
Then placate me just to appease
The playful lines were meant to please
My little heart, your lines would squeeze
I miss your spirit's gentle breeze
I miss you, dear, I miss you still
Your place no one can truly fill
I'll wait and wait and wait until
You come back and take up the quill
And let your presence, joy instill
I miss you...
And doesn't response in sentences.
Maybe that's why,
I feel the need to climb on fences.
Even though I later bleed,
my colored sheets.
lines marked on pavement
remind me of maps features
layed out for our eyes
Come and be my little dove
We'll fly away on wings of love
We'll aim for heights not reached before
Alone with you my heart can soar
And freely beat for whom it longed
Together now, so far beyond
The days it used to pine and ache
Now there's only love to make
Busat keteer for my dear love,
Whom I've known since we were up above.
Lots of memories
Mesmerizing stories
Lots of fun
Levels of frustration
Made some money
Borrowed huge money
Celebrated birthday
Attended so many
Health issues
Hospital dues
Lots of love
Lost dear ones
Work continues
Worries never ends
Year 2022
He was casting lots determining the will of God
And holy times in mid Eastern Bible times
Allocating lands, determining duties, assigning guilt
Select the individuals for responsibilities
Cleromancy
Cleromancy
He was casting lots, casting lots
Cleromancy
Is it modern day man's comfort in psychology
A materialistic dependency leading him to clemency
Or is it a form and fashion of idolatry
Cast out lots let's say so humble spirits where in heart buy into something dig up evil
this we must not negative modern day cleromancy casting lots?
5/19/08
Written words by Carmen Lee Brown Lee & James Edward Lee Sr © 2008-2022
She is the mad man of Charlay he said.
But isn’t she a woman? I asked.
More manly he replied. Thus I call her a man.
Is that okay with her?
I am sure it is okay with them.
She uses both he and she; she is ambidextrous.
I smile, sure he is using the wrong word.
But what would I know?
I do not even know the correct way to spell Charolais.
Please ignore this poem.
It is a lot of bull…..
We don't know much on the scale of things.
Why do crows crow and nightingales sing?
Why do animals have four legs?
Human Beings only have two pegs.
Why do birds fly and man cannot?
These unanswered questions tie my brain in a knot
We all have a brain, that's for sure,
The brain is our information store.
It doesn't matter what we know,
Nobody knows much, no matter how far they go.
Whatever knowledge education brings,
We know nothing on the scale of things.
Wanted your time, to be free
Your freedom so did not include me
But I’m doing fine on my own
Lots of money, I’m adding on
Out to dinner several times a week
To the grocery store for extra treats
And on the weekends sometimes meats
All those extras you’re saving me
I’m saving lots of money
Now that you’re not my honey
You think that might be funny
It’s enough to get me to someplace sunny
Ice cream always and dessert too
Sometimes driving out to Scoops
All that money and gas I’m saving
Now that I’m out and living free
No more grabbing something for you
When I’m shopping at the Walmart too
Would always love to bring for you
Something to know I’m thinking of you
I’m saving lots of money
Now that you’re not my honey
You think that might be funny
It’s enough to get me to someplace sunny
They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay.
My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life.
I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.”
He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’
They are identical twins, he said, but you can tell them apart readily.
I hoped he was right; for I have trouble sometimes with the close up see.
We were ushered into their parlor where the gorgeous girls appeared in sight.
Their hair was longer than I expected. But their smiles were big and bright.
This is my beloved, Francie, he told me. And her sister Prancie May.
Moment I turned and saw her knew I could easily fall in love that day.
Long beautiful hair always makes me want to be romantic and swoon.
We were soon both completely in love and quite over the moon.
I brought her to dinner and the relatives could not top laughing at me.
Think it is a riot that even with Coke bottle glasses I can barely see.
They are jealous darling, my betrothed said. Do not let it bother you.
My mother was thrilled with our litter, grandchildren one to forty-two.
A million plus blue bottles
washed up upon a shore
Each and every one with still
a sting in it's tentacles
And gasping for air
And along for the ride rode
a single blue bottle with a
message inside
Forewarning of the danger of
bottling thing's up
For fear of being told by other's
to shut up
When I thought of you sweetheart;
My soul melts;
My heart moaned;
For you are my parts
The part of myself…
O’ I’ve grown
My lips were damp;
On that day my soul grew torn;
The day you flew away;
~for I miss you lots yet I miss you not?
By the grave I saw your feelings;
The grave stone bares your name;
Alas, the clovers spouting;
Shouting you name;
Sweetheart tormentor of my dreams;
In a kingdom full of absolutes
It seems…
What are these but tangent truths?
Is this a dream
Much I marveled once alive girlie lady;
Deep into that darkness flaming;
Take thy angel from out my heart;
Rest damsel no longer are you miss-placed
~for I miss you lots yet I miss you not?
Munnaa ah ma ”sweet kisses”;
Nor are you longer a damsel in distress;
I had dreamed of torches taming;
Long I stood there declaring, shaming;
That moment my soul grew hot;
Never the less those missed kisses ;
Shall whisper where there’re not?
~for I miss you not yet I miss you lots ?
3/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Evilness has not reared his head in my world.
I know nothing of it, really, and do not pretend to.
The devilish ways of mischievous mites and sprites
Makes me happy. I love their keen confidence.
Give me an unruly child, with lots of energy.
I understand them, I love their enthusiasm.
I tap into their imagination; I thrive on their oneness.
Highly in tune with these dancing, prancing brownies.
Give me these children every single day
Because we speak the same language
We are the weird ones, the unexpected
The crazies, the loonies, the nonintimidated.
We are the creatures who give status quo
Something to roll their eyes on.
We are in tune with our inner children
And we do not go gladly into mediocrity.
I was in a peevish mood when I realized
I have been assigned to be the school counselor at two schools this year.
Always difficult for I have done it before.
Never easy. Lots of extra paperwork which I despise.
Almost impossible to do a good job in this circumstance.
Luckily, yesterday, I sat down next to a counselor whose story is much worse.
After hearing what happened to her, I calmed down a bit
And did not bite the leg off the supervisor who decided these things.
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