L-ittle
H-elp
Y-ou
N-eed
D-oes
A-id
M-ammoth
O-r
J-ampacked
I-mpact
C-arried
A-ccordingly
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Lhynda Mojica)
I do not have a smidgeon of an idea
Speaker is my teenage granddaughter Rhea
I thought you were a senior in college, I say.
She nods her head, agreeing straight away.
Don’t you have to declare a major before senior year?
If I knew you would hound me, I would not have come here.
Seriously, Rhea, what is your major? I ask, trying to sound kind.
“I think I will be queen of the internet; I have that sort of mind.”
THE DRUM MAJOR: MLK
Reaping his harvest,
Nourished spirits marching on–
King's voice echoing:-
With the Drum Major,
Up the mountaintop we go;
Our eyes on the prize:-
King lies within us,
Shepherding us on the way;
Mountaintop climbing:-
King’s nature blooming…
Guided spirits blossoming…
We...overcoming…
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
Epochal courses a tamed countryside,
Spectacle sparkles glowing trees and boughs,
Pedestal weights and measures counter slide,
Sensible enshrine flexible reigned bows.
A sentinel taps chords and ivories,
The typical lose blues and notes the muse,
The miracle resonates mute carries,
A mythical being awaits its dues.
As Bach spirited his classical piece,
Some brought heart and soul, yet their ears came first,
Has God Heaven sent his blesseth song sheets,
Glass box reveals harmonic sharp verses.
Gentle-deft barters simply and ables,
Treble Clef and all the rest, well arranged,
Level weft swaps light, keyboard, and pedals,
Special, left Bach's masterful skills remained,
I just wanted you to know
I bought this up to say
you put me in a bad position
see I have to forsake all others
keep other men away
don't think I am being jealous
or I just needed something to say
saw him winking at my Missus
a smirk and grin: I saw you smile
Said swig your wine and beat-it Mister
next time I won't ne so kind
See you put me in a bad position
tryna unravel me to me to cuss
Gone in side I'll see off Mister
let me shoe this fool away
Guess I need more understanding
I thought I was your man
Why you out here hugging and kissing
cuddling up on some other man
aint got much to say about it
I be back when I cool off
there fresh milk in the pitcher
I just finshed feeding and milkin the cow
Make it easy for the cowboy
sometimes let him get his way
ah happy ending with his woman
is that to much for
ah man to pray
Clang, clang, clang, toots a trolley: X-s-teams,
though it's not the same San Fran by the Bay,
remembrance connects, perspective redeems,
sound stirs, 'Mathis', "It's Not For Me To Say".
Maintained posture as my observance probes,
heedless complacency, schemed convenience,
the prate news reader provokes our earlobes,
heroines chat as a girl grasps missed-chance.
Tram's next stop, the conductor ring updates,
abides fixed whiles, a life away smokes forth,
traffic noise flowing, like manmade primates,
shrieks giving birth...streetcar desired...part.
Ding, ding, ding, went the bell; attuned Judy,
"Voices of Spring", scratched slippers of ruby.
God has given me Major Love
He's giving me eyes to see He woken me up
On thus this new day
We are alive always He be my blessedness
My God is my major love, this new day Dawn
God has given me assurity You make your love
As you loan me eyes to see
His creation is Nature's new day Dawn
God has given me He's my heartbeat
At my mouth looks speaks my soul my heart eyes see
He's every sweetness He gives me abundance joys
He belongs to me and I in Him
We are one and I know you want me
So we preeminate we correlate made your love
Dominate lovingly
He so allowed me to waking up this new day Dawn
He's giving me loan mea mouth to speak to praises
His name is love to me loans me vessel to do His will
As to be His solid physical thing body
And with first thoughts in all that He's brought
He's created a new thing in me
He's giving me a greater love for others
As He has given unto me my God it's my major love
First thing first love Him first my Father first
Is mine Major LoveHallelujah
8/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
"major minor"
my fingers got no
feelings they're
just really reeling
with the rhythm
that maybe
is or isn't
this
this
that
that
they say
swings or
is it
just
one of
those
Django
things
"vitamin C major, but needing D"
what the
hell i'm trying
to hail an über driver
to take me to
become
an uberman
and so thus began
stressed out Strauss's
trip trying to find a niche
in a Nietzsche book
beginning with the
Sun
A major in marijuana's for me
I'm gonna get a cannabis degree
I don't have to smoke it
Just stock it and stoke it
Then get rich off students' debauchery
maybe we’ll know what to buy
if you just help
I know what I got
I hope it’s up to standard
my food
maybe you could help me
major food manufacture
macho mastermind
manifests mankind's major,
mass misconception
February 25, 2023
Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
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