Retirement, like popping a balloon
or exhaling for the rest of your life
Instant stress-relief
taking all the pressure off …
Leaving you wondering wtf
the last fifty years were all about
To meet converse
give me a ring
hmu
perchance communicate
'twould be a fine thing
if it were so
but no
wtf
lower case letters and emojis
are the way of the day
mostly with nothing much to say
smh
no wonder the globe is warming
with all the power used and abused
omg
but what did they find
to fill their tiny minds
lol
before they owned
their so-called smart phone
idk
The soups and breads were fixed
know seemed to have interest
In that. One commented that the
Chickens used in the soup were as
big as geese, naming one kingKong.
Garlic and margine was used with
Garden herbs to create the croutons.
He would be a one man ed gang to
complete all the tasks still needed to
be done before the party goers arrived.
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said.
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.
Where are the “gods” when ya need them??
When they’re alleged “offspring”
Are unable to converse
Without invoking
Their superiority
In matters spiritual.
Seeking only to convert
Those they know are wrong
To join them
Wallowing in
Self-Righteousness.
Sink your disgusting display last night
but stick nigh close to a sick night
one sick guide
a poem a write off the chart
to sick mind
and maybe be seen on your next door
love your neighbors Internet WiFi
Don wants me dead at any cost
He wants to eat me like a toast..
"Originally ordinarily omni obsession
Miraculous mercies magnificently magnified my
God graciously grants glorious mercies and forgiveness upon me"
12/31/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
He gave himself over
ceding all control
sharing his deepest
darkest secrets
his financial dealings
his real estate empire
even his past romances
with his new wife?
-- No, not with her
with his adult children?
-- No, not with them
with Bernie Madoff
Here comes my UFO!
glad to see its TCO.
They'll be here to harvest my DNA,
Forgot to get their ETA.
They have a very large IQ,
but dont let that bother U.
And please dont call the CIA,
They will say I'm MIA!
OMG its Santa Claus he yelped and then he ran for the Mickey mask
ducking slinking making small, he hid behind so he didn't have to ask
suddenly he heard an elfish sputter, "Quenya, Tengwar, Luin , Papain"
he lingered longer just to see but fell asleep half way through the task
Santa gave a shaky belly laugh ate one cookie then drank from a flask
No clatter was heard atop the roof just a sigh from little Stevie Woohoo
who didn't have a clue how Santa's shop created, the anti-covid brew
zappy and witty they refilled His cup, "uenque, minque, limpe, maint"
once known as Nicholas, now known as Chris, he delivers without flu
leaving behind a dose of magic, and a spoonful of healtheous goo...
To the White House he did fly to deliver a parcel of good news, and some
he ate the Presidential cookies with delight then wiped up every crumb
in the oval office the treaty was sealed, "Parf, Edhellen, Tenna, Elwen"
healed and restored we were united once again when the cure did come
he returned to the North like a happy drummer boy and his ratatat- tum.
Contest Name: Santa's Covid Christmas
Its significance, who can know?
~ OMG backward is GMO
OH MY GOD
"OMG!!!
I love this
Father God I'm your witness
And this is whom I love
OH MY GOD
I love you, love you, love you Lord;
I love you for all you've done;
Oh! My God I love you so;
You are the only one;
I know...
OH MY GOD
And I love you so
And I love you, Lord;
WOW you're my fav;
And in every way;
I shall evermore praise your name;
And in every way;
OH MY GOD
this you are my Lord of all;
And you are ageless;
The giver of life and breath
provide and you as a provider...
and I know your not even finished
Awesome...now let me praise you in your present;
OH MY GOD
Oh my God
Oh! my God
I love you, love you, love you Lord;
I love you for all you've done;
Oh! My God I love you so;
You are the only one;
I know...
WOW you're my fav;
And in every way;
OH MY GOD
I shall evermore praise your name;
And in every way;
OMG
12/8/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018 ©
Dedicated to “ Christy Edgley”
in future anthology Dedication Your Words Inspired Me”
How can I write one?
Syllablistic seizures
crouch in dark corners.
Long ago there was betold
a tale that many have descried,
of a creature, scaled and icy cold
havin' two black bulging eyes.
An impudent beast, brassy and bold,
bewitched because of foolish pride.
The myth tells she's often seen
withered, wrinkled and omg mean!
A bitter and ugly nasty ole fiend,
bellowing in screeches is her choice
in dead of night and midst of day.
Stench of breath from tooth decay.
Close your ears to that shrill voice.
Don't let your children out to play.
Don't get close or point your finger.
She'll bite, chew and claw at you,
so do not pause and do not linger.
With sharpened talons she scribbles
unintelligible things in bloody dribbles.
Heed this warning and you'll be spared
from the furious fire breathing dragon.
From in her cavern she once even dared
to scream in defiance at the morning sun,
yelling curses with her waggin' tongue.
Then she nestled in the back of her cave,
resting her head upon a pillow of dung.
It's raining cats and dogs on a dark and stormy night -
with such a stroke of genius, a poet starts to write.
Inane clichés he's banging out to beat the band,
a booby trap as big as life to bite the poet's hand.
It opens up a can of worms to catch the early birds
but with no bird in hand he'll have to eat his words.
The tropes are fresh as daisies, with infinite supplies
of broken-hearted lovers, and rainbow butterflies.
Garbage in and garbage out, it's fun and games for all,
to sell you down the river and drive you up the wall.
For if it's true a pen is more mighty than a sword,
then we're as good as dead, for to death we will be bored.
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