I went to the beach, covered with fog.
She was s'posed to be here. Where is my dog?
I looked toward the West, at the blue sea,
but there was no dog waiting for me,
just a few ships that passed in the night,
like me and my Mandy, no longer in sight.
Please, be a dream. Please, let me be waking.
Oh, Mandy, can't you see, my poor heart is breaking.
In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
hoodie
boodle
ate bars
in cars
candy
handy
Mandy
Sandy
miss took
did look
fountains
mountain
04/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Upon this marsh these reeds this fen
A couple, birds mating pelican
The scene the complementing is so clear
Like a hunter my stare does leer
The male flaps wings to protect his mate
With reverence I take off in haste
If the girl who drew could have known
The boy to which her love was shown
Wants just to love her as that pelican
He counts the days asking only when
Cuddles close
Thin kisses
Soft caress
She’s my love
My lover
Of her love I boast
She’s the most
Most
Most
I could have ever hoped
To find
She makes me smile all over
Because she fell in love with me
Showing me a woman
Any man could love forever
Oh Mandy,
I am sorry for those days I made you cry
I am sorry I could not see love in your eyes
your touch, heart and the beautiful dreams you had
are they still in your heart under the earth?
But now I have seen and felt your laughter
and the sound of your cough on my sofa
and the number of times I missed your call
today I stand alone to the weather
Oh Mandy....
How I wish I could sing with you with this voice
and appreciate every moment lost
you and me together and forever
where we will live, laugh and love
Oh Mandy
Dead men have no dreams but memories
old, sad and beautiful days spent and told
A plague in your name and flowers I lay today
Rest in love now and always. I love you now Mandy
Oh Mandy.
I’ve dropped 2 pills and an 8th of Phet
Waiting for the rushes, waiting for the sweat
Listening to the music, feelin’ every beat
waiting for that melody which sweeps me off my feet
The beat drop’s out, music’s lost pace
My heart’s started racing, there’s a trickle down my face
I can start to feel tingles, my body start to shake
This rush is going to hit me, just like an earthquake
Now I’m in the rush, most ravers are the same
We’re lost in our music, lost in the game
Reaching for the lasers, hairs stood on end
On a euphoric journey, I don’t want to descend
The beat drops in, I return to the room
Left wanting more of my euphoric bloom
Anxiety Mandy .
Anxiety is not but fear disguised as the void of uncertainty.
Anxiety / fear – know, the only thing to fear, my Dear, is fear itself.
Anxiety can harm you, can kill you, has only the life you give it.
Anxiety has – as you know only too well – has always left you.
Anxiety is not going crazy, is not insanity my Dear !
Anxiety is an emotion, is psychological, is physical.
No matter the source, no matter the triggers,
in the final analysis, you are in control,
you are the control, not anxiety !
Anxiety, my child, needs – from you – a good kick in the ass,
sent on into that black abyss from whence it came,
never again to enfold its menacing wings around your fragile soul.
Until that time comes, stand tall, look that fool right in the eye,
spit in its face with all the courage and strength of character
that has carried you, thus far, a step above phobia and anxiety.
Love Dad
B. J. “A ” 2
October 25th 2003
My Dearest Mandy
Girl, my beautiful Child – into my life you came.
I gave you your first name, for a while my last name.
You were a bright light in my life – that shone,
radiating hope, that, now fades, is almost gone.
I feel it in my heart, my soul, every day at dawn
realizing, in pain, once again, I will not be seeing you,
my Grandson, having fun, wondering ?, what to do
as this life, these times, experiences slip away.
Lost forever, never to be known again, so I pray
that whatever it is ?, will change one day !
I call you daily, once, twice, your phone rings and rings
You see it, you know it, you hear it, but nothing it brings
to my ears, but itself, not a sound, not a word,
not a whisper, a thought, a feeling have I heard.
Not an explanation as to what this is all for ?,
as I see, as I feel you slowly close the door.
That death bell sounds, it doth toll,
it rings out loud - in my heart – with strife,
strife that, with all else, has stolen my soul,
taking piece, of what little is left of my life !
B. J. “A” 2
April 29th 2002
Mandy
My middle Daughter
As I see it, as I have felt it, as I understand it !
Mandy, is, and certainly has been a closed casket,
a closed book, carrying with her to the grave’
all that is buried deep within her soul,
all the secrets her heart holds,
all the thoughts kept within her minds hoard,
all the feelings encased within her young being.
Except, that is, on rare occasions when a worm,
or two, bores holes into the darkness of her,
below her earth shell, allowing a beam of light,
from within, to reach up and touch the outside world,
enlighten the inquiring minds of, those of us
who would like to know and know the truth.
Then again, maybe it is me, just me who lives in a grave,
kept in the darkness, kept from seeing the light,
kept from knowing the truth,
the whole story or the story at all.
Could it be me who keeps it all away from myself ?
B. J. “A ” 2
November 6th 2001`
She always calls me her little flower of all nations
What I’d like to know is who peed in my carnations
My petunia’s have been trampled and my bean stalk
Well it looks devoid of bean, and some taste like chalk (Vie)
Chalky beans are not good, and peed on petunias are even worse
Instead of trying to eat them, use the beans to write some verse
For petunias bathed in pee, well I’ll tell you what I would do
If the pee didn’t work on them try and plant them in some poo
©GG 18/06/2013
Forgottot put Vie's bit on, lol xx
Mandy cares
Mandy shares
Mandy always there
Mandy swears ( haha she does)
What a friend I have in Mandy
All my pain i know she'd bear
What a privilege to know her
Troubles Mandy she will share
Oh what things she often taught me
Especially form which i despair
In her arms I know she'd hold me
Call out for Mandy, she'll be there
You can sing the 2 verses
Diolch Mandy you are a friend indeed
THIS IS JUST A PUBLIC THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD
AND AT LAST, IN LARGER NUMBERS, BEING UNDERSTOOD
I WRITE WHAT I FEEL AS YOU ALL DO
AND THAT'S WHY I THANK YOU
MY NUMBERS HAVE INCREASED EXPONENTIALLY
AND THIS HAPPENED SUDDENLY
THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE I WANT TO THANK
AND YOU CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK
BUT REMEMBER, WHATEVER YOU TAKE COULD END UP IN MY ACCOUNT
BECAUSE I'VE GOT A LEAGUE OF HURDLES TO MOUNT
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, KEEP READING ME IF YOU'D LIKE
I KNOW I'D LIKE IT
AND REMEMBER Y'ALL---BE COOL AND BE NO ONE'S PHOOL
THANKS AGAIN, VIA CON DIOS
P.S. THERE'S ONE LADY WHO I KNOW IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY LARGER NUMBERS, SHE KNOWS WHO SHE IS BECAUSE I AM HER SHADOW....THANKS GIRL (EXCEPT I THINK THIS TALENTED WRITER ISN'T POSTING SO SHE PROBABLY WON'T EVEN READ THIS, BUT I WISH SHE COULD BECAUSE I OWE SO MUCH TO HER COMMENTS THAT SPUR MY POETRY AND CHALLENGE ME TO WRITE TO PLEASE ONLY HER, BECAUSE IF SHE DIGS IT, SO WILL A LOT OF PEOPLE..I BELIEVE THAT.....EVEN IF I'M TALKING TO A GHOST, THANKS GIRL ~f!~
It could only happen, Mandy
to a jokester such as you,
that a mix-up in your birthday
lets you pick your choice of two.
Wear double birthdays as a necklace,
to enhance your lovely face
or each one as bright flower
in an everlasting vase.
May all your days be filled with
happiness
and loved ones all surround.
May the joy you give to others
double back in big rebound.
With much love,
Joyce
Who knows who they will be born to
what form they'll arrive in either
The guff let's go and poof, it's you
parents, perhaps you'd wanted neither?
If they applauded if they booed, well
their actions don't reflect on you!
If they've scared you, marred you, tell
kind ears are here, look how you grew!
If they've shown more wrong than right
now you will know what not to do
Pick a day, a new name, unite
the better parts of golden you.
Your friends can see what's right ,and true
Happy Birthday Goldie Gal to YOU!
DEDICATED TO A WOMAN OF GOLD: (THAT WOULD BE YOU MANDY, SILLY GIRL!)
MANDY, I CALL THE LADY CANDY
read the woman's words and just take a peek
you'll be looking at the thoughts of a lady unique
whether she's scribing about sorrow or writing about grins
when you peruse her page is when your amazement begins
she'll make an amethyst colored sky from an umbrella of gray
her words have even taught this sinner how to pray
each morning I look to see what godliness has created
and my happiness and hope is never abated
she's lifted my spirits and for no cost or fee
and that's a lot for a sorrowful soul such as me
so if it's a sky of colors shaved from a rainbow you seek
you need only search out the words of a lady unique
TO MANDY, FOR A SHIMMERING GOLDEN GIRL
FROM A TARNISHED MAN
© 2012......copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
written with respect and gratitude!
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