Based on the behaviour
(bigoted intolerant prejudiced racist sexist)
of so many descendants
of those pioneers who crossed
the Mason–Dixon line
back in the day
demarcating the North from the South
in the good ol' U.S.A.
come rain or shine
I can believe
(with this empty bottle in front of me)
some of the settlers automatically
received a full frontal lobotomy
or if they did not
it's what they should have got
and strange but true
as a rule of thumb
the further north you go
the more southern it will become
fireflies in jar
old fashioned night light
childhood memory
Impoverished raise like farming
Owning a pig, lots of chickens, rooster, hen;
Not in the sixteen-hundreds;
Made one’s own foods from scratch,
This foyer placement in time itch;
Below the Mason-Dixon Line, 1969;
Charleston, Missouri woe to--
Tom Sawyer’s
---Black friend Jim
3/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
I adore my beautiful Nona giving birth to my father September 14th 1942 this woman from Mason Italy daughter of Masonery family from Rome culture heritage in one woman's journey to America ancestors from Ellis Island I won't mention my grandfather a complete womanizer my Nona family helped my pop while serving in WWII Somewhere in Italy my Nona's family bringing breadbto the troops in my pops platoon the many pioneer women raising a family from Rome mi Nonna Irish Italian blessing Mason Keaton what a wonderful blessing baptising me from God Nona Mason Italy Ciao Bella
brotherhood buried both beloved, bestowed us bred ~ a Basque bloodline
In
Masonic tradition,
the pyramid represents wisdom
on the back of the dollar bill you see
an edifice with the tip of the pyramid detached,
a searching eye is in the tip of the detached pyramid
Our nation should ever be searching for the divine wisdom
that humanity needs, which will make the pyramid complete
seek wisdom and
lay dormant blind ignorance~
not curiousness
The vastness of it all mi
ancestors the shores of
pastel climbing beneath
my feet essence of Veneto
the wildness of black cherries
bluntness of plums strings
of grapes opened just so
found behind a glass of
Merlot singing lemoncello
crowding tastes buds through
rows of lemon trees crawling
olive branches sweeping the
stone ways a covenant of mi
Nonna dancing throughout
Rome mi ancestors Mason
Veneto builders an yet
cemeteries where religious
statues buildings tombstones
are crafted by the blood
of my ancestors hands
all over Italy the vastness
of it all remembering
mi Nonna remembering Rome
R!A K Mason 'SOUND OF BROTHERHOOD'
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Mason Mount a legend in the making,
His skills are real, he is never faking,
He doesn't pass ball without thinking,
At just 22 years he is record breaking,
He always leave the defenders shaking,
A blue superstar in the making.
Alongside Kante, he plays in the middle,
His haters tongue wag with no bridle,
Infront of the goal he dares to straddle,
As sharp on the field, he is like a needle,
Confusing the defenders when he sidle,
A blue superstar in the middle.
He is creative in making those passes,
Drifts the ball wide when he possesses,
Shoots it at an angle when he crosses,
Picks a teammate who heads and scores,
A player which every Chelsea Fan adores,
A blue superstar giving passes.
©Kelmwa
Pidgin English version - MASON MOUNT_MM10
Mason for the middle,
Fast mo' as a fiddle,
like flashy speed of eagle,
Em sharp for field like needle,
making dem fans scream and giggle,
tongues wag, no briddle,
the talk of legend na just riddle,
This youngito make many mouth mingle,
beats opponents like say dem dey for the taking,
Blue superstar in the making,
monstrous performances & memories Mas makes,
Mason mounting ontop my muse.
Make una some noise for Mason The Mount.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 23rd, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #PoetKing #PoetSkills #Alliterations #vickmanuelpoetry #VMP ????? #masonmount10 CHELSEA FC
MASON MOUNT (MM10)
Mason in the middle,
Fast mo' as a fiddle,
like flashy speed of an eagle,
As sharp on the field like a needle,
making dem fans scream and giggle,
hater's tongue wag with no briddle,
the talk of a legend is just a riddle,
Yet, legendary path this boy saddle.
Mas makes many more mouth mingle,
beats opponents like they're for the taking,
Blue superstar in the making,
monstrous matches & memories Mas makes,
Mason mounting meltingly on my muse poetics.
Make some noise for "Mason The Mounatic".
Form: Sonnet & Rhymes
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 22nd, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #PoetKing #PoetSkills #Alliterations #football #chelseafc #player #vickmanuelpoetry #VMP ????? #masonmount10 CHELSEA FC.
As a child, we ran and caught fireflies in Mason jars
They lit up the twilight with their ignited bottoms
The joy of catching these bugs I’ve never forgotten
If I ever get the chance I’ll write about it in my memoirs
Together, we kids all filled up our jars with little lights
Charming miracles from God’s nature filled the nights
As a child, we ran and caught fireflies in Mason jars
October 4, 2019
Make it Seven Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Image # 4
I was busy every day,
I went here, I went there.
It was not enough.
I cooked, and cleaned,
I laughed and I screamed.
It was too much?
The car, the house, the kids,
The dog, the cat, the fish.,
all just painted into place?
Service, and smiles,
Sitting on piles…
Laundry and trash, beguiles…
A prince in a tux,
a fox in the box.
No truth to be had…just a pad.
We met on a day,
now, a long way away.
It was beautiful, it did not stay.
Dreams of cotton,
clouds in the sky.
Just passing by, and by…
She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is here, and she will never quit.
Jack watches us from a pleasant distance,
And he charges up to demand our love.
Letting us go is a nonexistence,
For he hovers around us like a dove.
Zinnia attacks Mia like she's prey,
But she kicks and grooms her with a meow.
They both run and roll around as they play,
She's the crazy cat and she's sure to wow.
Mason is the oldest of the four cats,
And he's fluffy like the craziest hats.
From the day you arrived we fell in love
Little did we know the boy you'd become
From first word to first steps
A bright future is what we expect
Riding along on your motorbike
Reading the Hairy toe a million times
You and your sister are so alike
That smile
That glint in your eye
That giggle
That Mr Grumpy face
Our little champ
Our dinosaur
Our juggernaut
The final piece of our jigsaw
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