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Genghis Makes His Mark

My little guy to my happy surprise
is with me still and very spry
His heart pills keep him ticking on
personality of his still is strong
He loves to growl and bark all day
for him it is the way he plays
the thing he loves most of all
is when I scratch his chest he is enthrall
It relaxes him and keeps him calm
never enough keep scratching on and on
The old guy walks the perimeter of the fence
sniffs to know whose been whence
About every couple of feet or so
Genghis lifts his leg and lets it go
He makes his mark to claim it all
and mosey about walking tall
Old Kublai used to follow him on his tail
mark over his mark as Genghis he trailed
As if he had to mask Genghis's scent with his own
for Genghis's claim Kublai disowned
I miss my Kublai they were a funny pair
But now I have sweet Sassy dear
She sits and watches Genghis from finish to start
as that silly old boy, Genghis makes his mark.

Owie

I never thought it'd hurt this much
It's hard to let you go
The last time wasn't too far when
You said to me, you know?
This happened almost overnight 
Or so to me it seems
But it wasn't too far in the past when
We spoke of hopes and dreams 

Is it really possible?
Are you really gone?
If time reveals it to be so
I guess I'll mosey on
Maybe not tomorrow,
Just when, I don't know yet 
I'll pack up all the things I own 
And follow the sunset

Rizumu Uta and Moog style Orchestra

Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw

the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let 
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong

The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"

I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!

Endless Traveller

I hear the freight train coming
It must be about the fourth
If it's moving slow enough
I might just jump on board
I been east and I been west
But I've never been up north
Might just mosey up that way
Just to see what it is worth

I've locked up the old cabin
The key is well hidden too
Neighbors will feed my watch dog
And he knows just what to do
Been a while since I travelled
But I have maintained the knack
And still I keep to schedule
So by autumn I'll be back

I will do floors and farm work
So that I can make it by
I will always tell the truth
For I've never learned to lie
I know that my clothes ain't clean
But they keep me from the cold
And by the way, all the dust
Is just hist'ry from the road

Maybe from there I'll head south
Moving to a warmer zone
Might just get me a soft tan
Before making my way home
Been around this country some
Though can't tell you where is best
It might be the very spot
Where they lay me down to rest

A Poet in Disguise

I am turning half of my garage into an office space so I will have more room to scatter my unorganized thoughts into even bigger piles. Of course, my neighbor had to mosey on over to see just what all the commotion was about. When I told him my plan was to give me more space to burn the midnight oil writing poetry, he looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “Well I’ll be darn, you certainly don’t look like a poet.” When I asked him what a poet should look like, he said, “You know… long hair, a goatee and a turtleneck shirt. Maybe round rose-colored glasses.” I guess now I know what the problem is. I don’t have a turtleneck.

Reality is
what we believe to be true
not what is the truth

Why did I Fall for You, O' Sun?

O, why did I fall for you, O' sun,
When my soul is nestled in the deeps?
Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run,
Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps.

The distance that defies the divine betwixt us
Somehow is no occlusion for you to reach me,
But gods 'gainst me guarding your gates, and hope's quietus,
Make my valentines reaching you an impossibility. 

Somehow still, suffocated in these sorrowful seas,
I seem to mishear the rhythm of your limpid light
As a melody yearning to find the lost keys
To my manacles and enrapture me with your sight.

When finally I undo these tethers for you,
The cosmos Herself derides my dolorous deeps
Laved in a longing that over millennia grew,
And shrouds your smile with a prejudiced eclipse.

But I see you clad carnally in that cerecloth--
Why?--stoking the gypsy in me with your misconstrued call.
Why did you build that stairway of light and masquerading troth,
That I so eagerly took, thus perishing in a fall?

MOSEY ON DOWN THE INTERSTATE HIGHWAY -

Traveling up an interstate highway 
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way

Full tank of E-15 gas, eating on a corn cob
Every reflective highway road marker
Sparkle even in the day light 
Taking a break from daily mundane toil and job
Wheels spinning round concrete partials
Suns shining on asphalt heated hot bright

Traveling up an interstate highway 
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way

Mosey on down the interstate highway

All For A Smile

I'll take you on a journey
There's places we can see
I picked a few I think you'll like
I hope that you'll agree

Let's watch a blazing sunset
From somewhere on a shore
Just you and I together
I couldn't ask for more

Let's eat Godiva chocolate
From a Belgian chocolatier
I mean flying there to Brussels
Not going somewhere here

Let's sip some French press coffee
At a Paris street café
Where afternoons just mosey on
And an hour lasts a day

Let's swim on the Amalfi coast
That part of Italy
Supposedly is beautiful
Take it in with me

Let's spend some time in Switzerland
I'll rent a small chalet
With a picture window looking out
On Alps not far away

Let's tour United Kingdom 
Welsh castles everywhere 
We'll walk the English countryside 
And breathe the Scottish air

We'll get our steps in easily
Walking hand in hand
I'll get to be alone with you 
Wouldn't that be grand?

Pack a bag, we'll be away
It might be for awhile 
I'll take care of everything
Just let me see your smile

There's a Sound'

Relishing in mosey without a sound

Lost in this place walking around

With

Tear drops and blue skies

Birds chirp 
But there all lies

Sand on a beach.

Bittersweet Memories' Song

recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)


Throughout each day your spirit comes to mind.
Upon the grave of love denied I tread.
Somehow in precious recalls peace, I find.

Three years get often tangled in my head.
Which day and time did that event occur?
But I see only happiness instead.

A nighttime breeze can make my passions stir.
The rise of smells and sounds from country cozy.
Yet in my scenes sometimes true love’s a blur.

Sweet remembrance of the days so rosy.
A jocund dance for us that wasn’t long.
But I care not to linger on to mosey.

How bittersweet the daydreams growing strong.
Increase from their determined will to last.
Our poetry’s alive in memories’ song.

We’ve both been changed by circumstances, fast.
The shift of tides that caused our love to pass.

Terra Incognita

*Image of Pelosi Leaves Taipei by BBC.

Terra Incognita

Diurnal moments margin in my head,
As metamorphosis pirouettes hands,
Nightmarish recall exit none be said,
An armistice mosey in of spilt sands.

Logjam beliefs wane gains, prosperity,
Erring hand fingered an island nation,
Right foresees windfall, voters clarity,
Left wins Red China, lost the election.

Past oversights also recent letdowns,
Amiss twentieth, twenty-first embed,
Ruse an angle nefarious look rounds,
Dame be a torpedo full speed ahead!

It is a jigsaw board, a puzzling face,
An instance period to bygone years,
A world in awe as one alters a pace,
A nation benign oddity brew peers.

2022 August 25
*2nd Place*
This or That, Vol 13
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 September 04

Terra Incognita

Space Enhancers

A sign posted in front of the library tells of
no internet service available - good heavens what to do?

the rain has waned the sun is coming on which lends
a never be daunted air and so I mosey on over
to Tompkins Square crooning the living is easy (well sometimes)

tucking into the park -  ah summer city squalor
please step aside I think as I plonk down on the bench
in front of a towering tree that provides a splash of graceful shelter. 
A freshly planted batch of flowers nearby
and their sweet flickering scent are cleansing the air
as I gaze up at a bluebird who has settled on the magnificent tree branch overhead and proceeds to bestow on me a veritable symphony of musicality-
oh sweet mercy - such an array of notes -  abundant blessings abound!
 
the flowers providing a feast of aromatic bliss while bursting iridescent and the bird of blue rendering the air lyrically alive with gentle sound
while the tree gives one and all the breath of living . . .

I take it in and breathe it in and it is good

dear friends many thanks for fortifying the bone to back
and for suffusing my morning with the exquisite. 

And just think they're services are always available

For My Husband

Other women are fun to shop with.
Not that I would be caught in a store on Black Friday.
I have not done that for over forty years.

But I only shop with a woman if I can help it
Because they know …..
when you enter a store together,
you LEAVE the store together

Neither of you buy a newspaper and a donut
and mosey out to sit and wait in the car

while your wife looks frantically up and down the aisles
for thirty-nine minutes, wondering if you have been abducted.

Meadow In Autumn

Standing at the fence row on the far side of the meadow
I am fascinated by the movement of an encroaching shadow
Changing forms, reminding me of the fictional shapeshifter
On the other side of the meadow lurks a slovenly-clad drifter
I do not know him, but he does not live in my neighborhood
So, I keep an eye on him as he slips down into the near wood
The flowers are gone, and the tall grasses are drooping badly
Awaiting coming blasts from the north, I think, not so gladly
When they will slink beneath the snowy white lacy blankets
To await the coming of spring; for now they wait, no regrets
And I mosey on to get my last look at the autumn color fading
Most of the leaves have fallen and the shadows are cascading

written October 26, 2021

Cowboy Lament-

Picking cockablers off my legs ;
walking through the weed and grasses 
On this Dusty road I travel
The winds at my neck;
Sunshine's in my face; 
Giddy app
Just me and my little doggies 
Mosey on the old prairie hearing 
Wild coyotes howling well howdy
Giddy app


2/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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