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Communion wine drinker me'

Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the
Flames would die.  And people could survive.' Now
I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still
The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.!
i asked the One, behind the clouds.!
For His mer-cy. and He answered. Faster than  an ex-press
Train.'  Now if they ask me? who was that foo-l in the cor-ner?
Praying out? I'll say
' com-mun-ion..Wine drinker me ' Yeah
 com-munion wine drinker; oh me.!
A branch of the 'true vine' of et-ern-ity..!

the war of the count

screaming fryish in their
lyvish friars
oob noobschbu
your gandersalps! and nighfry
the gallant swurpenchraft
whoop hollar
victories of count oopenweir
and his lustful countehsee
gweniviere
when the jugg headed blastywhines
strode the sacred twimanors aisle
O quarterhorse 
O moonshep
the clipshank whitebootz upon us!
on naught in vain do we ever
for old twumpvines ner'
done stomped

ahh ahh AHH CHOO-

Ahh, ahh ahh choo
Gesunheit ahh choo
Ahh, ahh ahh choo
God bless you
Something irritates
Myself inner being
Acknowledge health mist in breath



Accentual Verse poetry type
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

First Night of Chanukah Blessings

Baruch atah, Adonai 
Eloheinu, Melech haolam, 
asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav 
v’tsivanu l’hadlik ner 
shel Hanukkah.

Praised are You, Lord 
our God, Ruler of the universe, 
who made us holy through Your commandments 
and commanded us to kindle 
the Chanukah lights.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Praise You Jesus, Lord at thy birth,
Son of God, Love's Pure Light,*
Whose greatest Commandment is to Love,
and Whom John testified is
the Light of the world.**

Blessed are you, Mary,
Queen of our hearts, Mother of Israel's Hope,*** 
who blessed us with your Son to help us be holy,
allowing your home to become like a menorah centered in
Jesus, the Shamash.

Blessed are you, Joseph,
Light of the patriarchs, Foster-father of Jesus,
who taught Jesus (the Son of God!) how to pray,
and who with the Holy Family did kindle
the Chanukah lights.

Blessed are you -- yes you!
A child of God our Father, you are loved!
Contemplate the miracle of Chanukah with the Holy Family,
and Jesus our Shamash kindling in your heart
the Light of the world.




(*Silent Night lyrics
**John 1
***Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God's religious order's title)

Caring For a Sick Husband

She could not suppress a shudder,
Her heart beat faster with a flutter.
He lay unmoving in a deep coma,
He should have a drink, a semi-cold soda.
A nurse ran about checking all gadgets
Checking she had all the right tablets.

Time passed slowly she got used to the smell.
Until she left when she heard the time-up bell.
Outside the hospital, she sat in a cafe.
Someone came over with a coffee she had to pay.
Would her husband live or dismally die?
Somehow life will solve itself by and by.
A doctor saw her weeping and sad.
Told her to and rest ner her husband's bed.

Kig An Sor

Whadidit usay?
A ale too far to sail on mar?
Ne’er too far for tha ner keday
And some kin jin us mestarar.

Neh join us there wit min an sord
to take dai in ur hansom handen.
We kanno come that way wid not a bord,
ni morro com Kig an Sor tostanden!

E kin waifor in borg till then.
Nolanger tha needle wai for us,
but canno wee morro on borofin
widot de somulin garolus.

So wesaled wid to foreston
ner de magar to forstallin.
Kig an Sor tostand wid sorrontom,
an nofor ken a pistollin!

Train Wreck

Fossil fuelish fools
Earth's energy free zone gift
Natures ner' do wells
Stupid is as Greed does
Calamity of choices

Jabb Her Vaccsee

'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.

Long time in fact she thought
jabbed her vaccsees as she fought.
Needling here high 'n low
ends to this virus she so sought.

Come flee false harms some speakers sent
ner fears those thinnius wackovaccs.
Lest all hear harms we will allay
to get her heartfelt heathland back.

'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.





Notes: Attribution to Lewis Carroll for his classics
in onomatopoeia, portmanteau, nonsense rhyme
devices - Jabberwocky, The Hunting of the Snark

Her Silent Quill

       Exceedingly, very difficult to write poetry.
       When tomorrow my city might become
       a burning, crimson refinery.

       ANTIFA coming to my city to destroy,
       a quiet, suburban berg with awesome.
       lovely girls and good, handsome boys.

       This is a town of law-abiding, hard-
       working folk.
       But the George Soros poison into
       destroying Europe and America is 
       doing its destructive work.

        People are harmed, small businesses
        forever crushed.
        One cannot say this is wrong or they
        will be ignored or politically hushed.

        The wrong-doers in Minnesota are 
        jailed and awaiting their fate.
        However, Soros cares not who gets 
        harmed, nor does he care~he's the 
        devil's mate.

        I tearfully removed my American flag, 
        from my front yard today.
        Not wishing ner-do-wells, to harm our
        Old glory in anyway!
        

           
                 God Bless America!

                     June 6, 2020
                       8:30 PST

                     Poem # 1227

My Dearest Darling

my dearest darling, o how I miss you...
your nails digging in my back...
please... please remember that...
my dearest darling... my love is true

the nights I lay alone... eyes open
reaching out touching... caressing thin air
my darling I am hurting... in despair
not long now... my eyes close...  hoping

hoping that distance does make the heart grow fonder
don't think I could cope with a dear John
telling me your love for me has gone
when all this time my love for you grows stronger

good news my darling... my dearest...
job done... flight booked... tickets in my pocket
just one wish... I wish the plane was a rocket
not long now my dearest... darling... temptress... 

back and home to stay... ner again to go away...
through customs... I only had one thing to declare
my true love for you... my dearest... darling lady fair
'I couldn't remember that” a  slap, I'll not forget that day...

Argubabble

Noern noern jibberbabble jibberbabble
As I pleaded over his spittal spattle
Of venimous ven engaged in verbal prattle.
Then we stood nye to nye
Straid in rockish gren.
Ner dillish kand we ertabe friend agrin
Our grint of thoughts too distant finds
Too distant calls each as our hearts recline.
My jibber flams his ire within
So to swigish flim cams from him.
Brikker nak brikker nak
Back and forth with frack
Noern to yield, yet attack.
Then I curled and cowt
To know his wisdom had won out
And embarked in gladden rim
That we cowt each other once agrin.

A Briney Brew

Wer curthing in a briney brew
All gurglin’ such a slimy stew
Did mousey chap a laddle tilt
And fill his fizzog til owt it spewt.

Poor butcherin was seen at fault
The growly hag had bowed it owt
All eyes and nerdles floated ins
With scum on tip and squirky things

Gungey green with pursed haze,
The taste of such ner amaze
Glopular grizzle and snotty lumps
A wicked stench like ‘is ol pumps

4 and 20 guest were due
At half past now or wer it 2
Seatles set, naplings laid
A feastling on which deposits paid.

A pinch of twist, a corbage stalk
Perhaps a teeny weeny grit of snork
Just slick it owt, wince a bit
En grab a tizzle, lest it slip.

The festers there, best be quick
Light the cammbly thing sticks, 
En turn down the sights
We’ll curse their senses, so no frights

Let’s brow out the glooping mess
With silver service, all fancifulness.
A roaring cheer a grand success
Crown im up a MasterChef.

Unwanted

UNWANTED

This is For those that have ever felt unwanted or unloved:


I was unwanted but yet I was chosen
I was unloved but I learned how to love

I was hurt but yet someone healed me
I was lost but yet I was found

I was forgotten but God remembered
I was beat down but restored ‘ner the lest

I was ashamed but learned how to live free
I was guilty but learned how to forgive

During my darkest hour I was never forgotten
For even alone I had the best company

I have learned during my treacherous journey
Whom the Son has set free is free indeed

Renee Trimble
December 2015

Fairyland Vision

It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are they in the bulbous swellings
of unopen water lilies?
Far off I spy two beautiful fillies.
Until I stroke their silky manes.
In case I ner return again.
Please don't wake me.

Mother

The comfort in the storm
Since the day you took form
You, in your mother's arms, lay
A barrier from harms way
Til the time you transform

Upon each waxing year
You cast away your fear
Yet in a storm, not content
Until mother's soothing scent
Reminds you she is near

Even when becoming a teen
Having no clue what they mean
Ready for the storms of change
Arms open although estrange
Mom's embrace will ner wean

At times of pain, anguish
A call, "mom" to vanquish 
Senseless misery to end
With the memory to send
To mother's arms, our wish

Today as every day
Ask what you want, yes pray
For today's will be bygone
As tomorrow reaches dawn
In your arms your's now lay

The cycle to repeat 
Marching to our own beat
Until the time we each reach
Killing buggies upon beseech 
Run to you, little feet

Where did time go mother
We are like you mother
All I ask, yet one favor
Just one last time to savor
Your sweet embrace, mother

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