Wear something nice
Not to fancy
Check the heels
On those shoes
Tonight I feel like
dancing
This is a lovers
Interlude
Iwe feel in love in
Ole Dell Rio
Under a Strawberry
Moon
It ain't that complicated
It's our destiny
I assume
She's such a sophisticated
Lady
Darling can I hold your
Hand
It's a privilege to say
Your my lady
I'm so proud to
be your man
Now and then I would
Answer
If only you would ask
I'd kiss you now
It neither chore or task
We feel in love
In Ole Dell Rio
Put a flower in
Her hair
She is such a sexy woman
I could watch and stare
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Another summer song has come and gone; my tan lines are fading fast
When I walked the dogs this morn I could have sworn, there was frost upon the grass.
The farmer’s field is starting to yield pumpkins big and round,
Golden leaves from the nearby trees are falling to the ground.
I sit on the porch facing north watching school buses drive on past,
I can hardly remember a distant September when they stopped at our house last.
The tire swing is a forgotten thing hanging from the front yard tree,
But that’s okay because soon someday grandchildren will swing on it with me.
I can tell by the coffee smell my wife has come downstairs
There’s no fear she will join me out here due to the crispness in the air.
I gather the dogs and a couple of logs to put a fire on inside
From the fireplace I can see her face and the coquettish smile she tries to hide.
We finish up with the coffee cups with no plans for the coming day
The house turns cool as the fire loses its fuel and she puts the breakfast dishes away.
“I’m going back to bed”, she coyly said, with a twinkle in her eye.
I am an old man, but I still can give it the good ole college try.
Fee-got sew high I say
Man they tryna hem me so
I can't ah-ford nuttin.
I spent ah day in Allen Acres
Bay'd em breakfast
in e sand anna
I installo de cmaera sercur'ems
for de peep-lez.
I say ya'll use dez thangs to set up
quotin the 1933 security act
to create a stage between tensionated peeplez.
ya'll make fussy and nem auge.
I put a plate of cookies
on the table
and fan'd the amora toward the
weight watchers camp
don't I expect the to see
the wihhling dieters
comin ov'r de fence?
Zirpossa? Nah dat aint ritw no!
Caul Musky ya'll hearez us say!
Man told me put the camera on my brand new
McCormick tractor
I laughed sounded all funny
with his ole north accent. I say:
man ya'll be plowin and diskin
why ya'll knead ah-ruh camera?
Told me the rowes of hoes
only the wife know's.
I say yes sir@!
Yes sir!
Ya'll might be encitin ah roit!
Just saw a fancy new jalopy go by
At least that's what we used to call 'em
Guess the ad men would surely cringe
Jalopy wouldn't cut it for them!
With all of today's sexy new cars
Jalopy is a blast from the past
The pace of life was much slower then
Less frantic and surely not as fast!
Any of you remember “rumble seats”?
Wonder why they called them so
1939 was the last time we saw them
Gone with those silent movie shows!
But the reality is there's no going back
We're stuck in this frantic new world
One which no longer has time for niceties
My mind's in a tizzy and a whirl!
I take solace in knowing in coming years
Today's technology and texting
Will be just as passé as the old jalopy
The future will be even more perplexing!
Just saw a fancy new jalopy go by
Traveled back to another time and place
Enjoyed the much simpler things in life
At a slower and less frantic pace!
Let's keep on dancing,
Love is romancing,
Gardens of happy sweet rhymes,
Enjoying these prime times,
He is so debonair,
Magic floats in the air,
He bows, a hand,
Clutching paws, the band,
Lover and his girl,
Her frock, they twirl,
So, let's dance away,
Fond memories, ole!
Ole Roemer
A Danish astronomer
He had brilliant insight
and was the first to measure the speed of light!
Ye' Ole' Titanic,
That sailed across the seas
An iceberg did it come to see
It stood in the ships way dismayed
Of a ships voyage that now is display.
The lives it had lost and were taken,
On that saddened treacherous day
Broke hearts of many other's lives
If what we lost in that very same way.
The maydays must have been missing,
That steal rig sure did give her a kissing
Hard to believe that was one of the first
Recorded ships to come down to be a hit.
Lo, Oh poet of mine admire;
Speak to the fire;
Converse open flame thine heart dire;
Arch-poet, ballad maker compose lovely lyric rhyme unto me prior;
Ballad singer, balladeer voice still cry;
I ballad monger, idolize beat poet, bucoliast, elegist shy;
Fair epic poet, folk singer gleeman, journey lands,
Idyllist speak unto me emerald skies;
Imagist, jongleur, laureate recite toss the voice bell righteous ringer;
Librettist, major poet, maker, Meistersinger, minnesinger;
Best-loved favored treasured vocal
closest to one's heart preferred chosen
Sightseer mishear appeal reveal wordsmith zeal
Mimic speak life Celtic minstrel bard of Avon, Shakespeare!
12/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Bard Poetry
Bright sunlight tumbles from the crystal blue,
while contemplation plows my fertile mind.
The moon comes early, making its debut.
Dark night will settle, leaving day behind.
These sights implore my consciousness to think,
since days can see their joy sometimes abate.
Such times like these can be a tasteless drink.
As darkness falls, I tensely sit and wait.
Such times have come and gone in rapid fire.
My strained heart wants to know my life is good.
I strive to see the joy through muck and mire,
Remembering the fun of my boyhood.
I’ve heard it all my life in diverse ways.
Are these the times we’ll call the Good Ole Days?
I was having one of “those” mornings
being all boo-hoo
and feeling sorry for myself
just counting the ways
that things were so uncool
when my ole hound-dog came up
and nuzzled my thigh
I reached down and rubbed his ears
and got to thinking
do hound-dogs ever get the boo-hoos
and I realized
yeah, they probably do
with that revealing flash of insight
I got down on my knees
and gave my ole hound-dog a hug so tight
that it hitched my breathing
he got to wagging and licking
tossing his head and smiling
and I got to making all that
talking-to-my-ole-hound-dog-baby-talk
while we were having ourselves
a good ole time together
I got to thinking again
when you get the boo-hoos
and start feeling sorry for yourself
what you must try and do
is give comfort to someone else
and if the closest someone else
is your very own wag-licking ole hound-dog
then you just get down on your knees
and let that comfort flow
while I was doing just that
and we were nose-to-nose
we looked into each other’s eyes
and I had another revealing flash of insight
I wasn’t giving comfort to my ole hound-dog
he was giving comfort to me.
Pulled, cut, sprayed, and forgone
A haven for bees in early springtime
Often overlooked in this landscape and stepped on
A resplendent gift from the divine
Teeth of a mean ole lion, so sublime
Unbothered, bold, and strong
Natural healing when the body is cryin', oh so kind
Good health lasts long
We asked her to sing at a certain range. What she had been used to
was changing the tempo to recreate the song: but we hired her
with instructions. We had to retool her gifts. We hired a training coach
with instructions and examples. We wanted to teach and inform since
she had know formal training. During the lessons she said to me
" the way I was raised; you wouldn't let people know these things
cause then everybody would think they were pro!" I told her if everybody
you knew would be interested in this project I would hire them to
support you and your effords at success: not to allow them to bring our project asunder. She then told me: " that Ole Gal of Glotta would come up in here
take the instruction and rail and rile through the lyrics like Lottadale"
Who's Lottadale I asked and she said it was just sometime they said in the woods, when they were camping and stuff. I toold her well follow the instructions and don't flake up the pieces like LottaDale! More flowing and
less recitative: soothing rich tone rich singing. Aria , Aria with background ah-ooh ah's! He told me. Learn it and do it natural, when you have accomplished this you can do anything you want!
Yes, Growing A Fine Ole Southern Garden
In the garden strawberries are dancing about so red
Momma's cantaloupes laying there just waiting to be ate
Over there luscious red roses resting in fertilized bed
Them thar fine butterbeans are sho' nuff blooming out too late
And that bright yellow corn this year is gonna yield a lot
Sister's radishes, man what a fine and most tasty treat
Watermelons over there looking great in the corner plot
Those orange colored carrots sho' gonna be good to eat
There growing gleaming dark green onions that will taste so fine
Grandpa's chick peas in long rows sho-nuff need to be gotten
Momma's own cabbages made a bumper crop so tasty to dine
Alas! Those tomatoes, the entire lot are all rotten.
Well friends, another down home well grown garden growing fine.
We do things alright here just below the Mississippi line.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 23 1971
much of the same
but why complain
at least I know
whats going on
what is this
I must have missed
let me check to
see whats wrong
a simple thing
that aint strange
let me swibb the
goffle goofy gone
it's all right
know need to fright
I fixed what was wrong
----------------------------------
she took sum thyme
to try to find
that little twang
that was missing
we celebrated
her success
i fell in love
when we started kissing
do we get alone
to get it wrong
so we can
find away to be together?
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got a thang for the
lady
Some say it's crazy
I just know aint knowthing wrong
Sing ah-far-le dew
she wink's
and i wink too
tell me what's
ah fella to do
but groove along
is it a smile
that causes the sincation
or a kiss that
makes sense of
why we are dating
aint know jive
talking in this song
love it when we groovin
we start to dance
yeah we're groovin
Baby beleive
aint nothing wrong
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