Big ol’ Big Mac
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m exhausted with exhaustion.
I wish I had the money to retire,
But that is not up for discussion.
I can’t sink my teeth into a big ol’ big mac.
The motivation I lack to go and fetch that.
I’m not too skint and I’m not a skin flint,
I just don’t have the energy of an energy drink.
I’m thinking of food when I know I can’t eat.
I’d love to meet the best version of me,
But he does not exist,
He is lost to the past.
Damn that life was hard,
But we sure did have some laughs.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Beware if you find yourself in a dark dank place
You may become the prey of Old Schnozz Face
Don't bother spraying him with a can of mace
He's a Vampiric creature of the Mosquito race
I detest the sound of his buzz buzzing in my ear
When in bed, that irksome droning sound I hear
That long needle nose is a grotesque thing to fear
I'd put something in his bag that came from a pee'er!
"Mosquito Man, why do you bother wearing pants?"
His reply came across as more angry whirring rants.
If their needles break, can mosquitoes get implants?
He just landed on a painting, one of my Rembrandts
It's way past time for me to put this skeletal pest away
The plan I have in mind will put an end to him, I pray
I've been bitten and harassed for the last time today
I'm taking out the big gun to fry him with a gamma ray!
There once was a dumb toad named Blue
who went around eating white glue;
Horns grew from his head,
His body turned red,
He said, “I should have eaten stew.”
.
you could
if
you would
and
you should
hearts were pound'n
faces were uh crimson
bright
okay hon
let's try
your belt next
week
I was walking in the streets in the country
Flagging down for any car
I was out of breath because I walked too far
A woman in a jeep stopped for me
I told her I want to call ol Jeffery
I am without my phone and car keys
I was glad when ol Jeffery answered me
I felt like I was losing my hair
however, he was there
I walked home worry free
Knowing he will be back for me
As a child I would tremble and shudder with fright
Praying Please Lord not Aunt Beas's Marmalade tonight
Always slick, slimy and hard
Made of lime peels and used lard
I was still glad it wasn't Ol' Tom's Maramite
11/29/22
always
at all times
always long period
of time Forever
winds air fleecing rains
falls down unto the ground
circles dries up
comes back around
always, always
repeating enduring
never ending
permanently continual
for a present
and a future time
for good and all
perpetually evermore
forever and ever missed those
promises every time each time
at all times
on every occasion
consistently with the exception
of unfailingly and inevitably, always--- always
8/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
eye see you so the blind man said
as in each hand he held a fishy head
their steely eyes were icy cold and dead
his wit it seems barely hanging by a thread
in a flash he ran home, lightning-fast he fled
soon overtaken by the smell of gingerbread
he ate a hundred cookies till he was fully fed
and off he rolled and finally found his bed
AP: 2nd place 2022
Posted on June 18, 2022
Hey there! Howdy, me ol' mate, my pal!
I'm out, lookin' to get me a gal.
With my giant lasso
I'll impress her, whoo hoo!
An' boy I sure do hope she's called Val!
Written 30th April 2022
For the High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Ol’ John Brown sang a pitiful tune
He went to his reward all too soon
Fought for a good cause
Without undue pause
And they strung him up at half-past noon.
written January 16, 2022
With that fresh air, and wide-open space
That country home is something I cannot erase
With fried chicken and sweet tea, which is too much caloric intake.
And my Granny's canned green beans, oh yes, please!
Where all the people know ya, and call you "sweetie"
Even if they haven't seen me in 10 years.
Where all the people say "warsh" and "tchyou" instead of you.
The country is the best place to be
It is my home
Where the people get up at the crack of dawn
And the deer begin to fawn, and the cows begin to calf.
Where the air is fresher (you get used to the cow smell).
That good 'ol country life is God's blessing here on earth
Because we know that we go home to a nice warm hearth.
A old doctor hailed from backwoods Kentucky
We all went to Doc Jim when we felt yucky
He gave us some pills,
That cured up our ills
Weren't we country folk exceedingly lucky?
November 8, 2021
Damn blizzards don't know nothin' 'bout Christmas
They blow or they don't and this time they did
Nobody told me to be a cowboy
Though some told me that I had lost my lid
'Tween the hoss and me we should see somethin'
Tryin' to push cows behind a drift fence
I have seen two and that is the whole lot
But there's a hundred that I ain't seen since
I ride North when the blow's on my right side
I'll ride to the tree line then switch back South
I will stumble onto the herd or I won't
Blow my hands with the last heat in my mouth
I coulda gone to Denver for Christmas
But Sally went home to Albuquerque
I stayed here to keep watch over the herd
Blizzard killed the chance of cookin' turkey
Fingers are frost bit and my toes are numb
My butt is froze to the saddle it seems
I think of the bunkhouse with log on the fire
And chuckle at thoughts of sugar plum dreams
So I earn my pay as best I know how
An' wonder if Rudolph is on his game
He will need his wits on this Christmas Eve
It don't matter that Ol' Man Winter's to blame
12-14-19
Contest : The Darker Side of Christmas
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
Starting from Scratch with Ol’ Scratch
by Michael R. Burch
Love, with a small, fatalistic sigh
went to the ovens. Please don’t bother to cry.
You could have saved her, but you were all tied up
complaining about the Jews to Reichmeister Grupp.
Scratch that. You were born after World War II.
You had something more important to do:
while the children of the Nakba were perishing in Gaza
with the complicity of your government, you had a noble cause (a
religious tract against homosexual marriage
and various things gods and evangelists disparage.)
Jesus will grok you? Ah, yes, I’m quite sure
that your intentions were good and ineluctably pure.
After all, what the hell does he care about Palestinians?
Certainly, Christians were right about serfs, slaves and Indians.
Scratch that. You’re one of the Devil’s minions.
MY OL' HOUN' DOG
He swallowed a spoon, then a fork
Upon a train trip to upper New York
We had not traveled very far
And I discovered he had eaten a cork
Yes, that dog of mine is really a dork
1 December 2019
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