( In collaboration with ChatGPT (OpenAI’s conversational language model)
I told Him once,
my favorite sat under halogen moons-
White Cadillac parked at the edge of night.
It looked different— special in some way— and my first impression was right.
A Race-Car in preacher’s robes!
Specs in the window read like scripture:
horsepower, torque,
zero to rapture in under five!
Price tag: $100,000.
But what’s that to The Divine?
I made a promise,
if I ever received it—
I’d "Open-It-Up"
only where the road runs true
and only at 3:00 a.m.
when the world sleeps
and there's no one to hurt but me
because I Love To Fly but
I love folks more.
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All at once I absquatulated,
in hindsight now I know why.
The craziness simply escalated,
I no longer held the desire to try.
The pellucid message in silence
is a fierce strong-arm motivator.
Sucked into an act of defiance,
I will not indulge an instigator.
Speaking with a cogent message
I have expunged every syllable.
With no words I have set the stage
for a civil dialog to be permissible.
Now it’s your turn to open it up,
apply for a little bit of restitution.
You must swallow your pride cup
if you want to apply for absolution.
Time to become a showstopper,
no need to be unruly or obscene.
I say ‘Be wise my little grasshopper,
there is more than one jelly bean.’
May we be blessed to understand in our house everywhere we look
every floor, every wall, every room is like a chapter in a treasured book
And even once they’re grown…
If this house was written with love, understanding and compassion
There will come a time every now and then…
When…just like that treasured book
our children will open it up…
to revisit it again.
He was placed in position
Clothed in righteousness
Who told you, you were naked
His Father took one rib away from him
Created a vessel open it up, placed created a help mate
A Wo man, taken from the vessel
Yet they stand two in one, three cord strong
A man, woman and Father God
Stood together, as well as apart
When together, share they a heart
Souls placed in position
To be Kings and Queens of nations
Who are we to judge, where’s the love
I, we are clothed in our spirit, soul, and minds
Unblemished
Who told you? You were naked
3/28/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Fruit in every bite.
From love to hate with this treat in sight.
Flavorful as you open it up each night.
Funky by some standards don't take flight.
Fall brings it in for Christmas with pretty lights.
Fancy nuts make it crunchy with delight.
Famous worldwide satisfying many an appetite.
I think of my memory as this vast and endless library within my mind.
My library, just like yours, is unique unto itself…
where once an experience becomes a memory…
It finds its place upon the shelf.
This library collects all my memories…every dream, every comedy…every tragedy…
sometimes in prose…sometimes in rhyme…
from the moment my eyes first open…
until they close for the very last time.
The beauty of this library is how…out of the blue…
something can trigger a memory
A song…and aroma…a photo…an old friend we happen to greet….
and those memories fly right off the shelf…
and land directly at my feet.
Other times I’ll search the shelves until I find a memory that makes me smile
I’ll dust it off…open it up…and visit with it for a while.
I suppose one of the keys to happiness…
in all the years of our life span…
Is to fill the shelves of our library with as many memories as we can.
So…when we’re older…as through these stacks of memories we climb….
we’ll never run out of memories…before we run out of time.
In Caren’s dream house there will be no rules.
No symmetry, no boring colors, no angry fools.
Everything will be cutesy, petootsie, batootsie and a mess.
There will be no reasons to overdress or bring on stress.
There will be no knocking or coughing at the door.
Just open it up and put your bare feet on my floor.
Bring me sugar or salt if you have some to spare.
Don’t be fearful if you forgot your underwear.
All of my bras are stacked behind a chair.
Where they are going to sit, go ahead and stare.
I don’t have a worry, I have no care.
In Caren’s dream house, we do what we dare.
As long as we are having fun with cartoons and paint.
You can be a sinner, a singer, a dancer, or a wanna-be-saint
But come ready to play and have fun and throw whipping cream.
This is my vision, my insight, my desire and my dream.
In Caren’s dream house there will be no rules.
No symmetry, no boring colors, no angry fools.
Everything will be cutesy, petootsie, batootsie and a mess.
There will be no reasons to overdress or bring on stress.
There will be no knocking or coughing at the door.
Just open it up and put your bare feet on my floor.
Bring me sugar or salt if you have some to spare.
Don’t be fearful if you forgot your underwear.
All of my bras are stacked behind a chair.
Where they are going to sit, go ahead and stare.
I don’t have a worry, I have no care.
In Caren’s dream house, we do what we dare.
As long as we are having fun with cartoons and paint.
You can be a sinner, a singer, a dancer, or a wanna-be-saint
But come ready to play and have fun and throw whipping cream.
This is my vision, my insight, my desire and my dream.
A book is something I do not understand said Mom.
I do a little bit said the daddy opossum, we call Tom.
Let’s open it up and see what it does, junior suggested.
Baby opossum began reading it, and it was fairly congested.
Full of adjectives, nouns, verbs, and the like, read by Cheddy.
He will go to kindergarten next year, and he is totally ready.
My guy is the man at the local garage.
He fixes cars for a living.
When it comes to making me feel good,
No other guy is so giving.
As for me,I raise and breed some bees
At my place on the edge of town.
Between the honey I get and the honey I've got,
It's the sweetest life around.
My buzzer is buzzing. It's 8 o clock at night.
I know he is there at the door.
I open it up and then I softly say,
Give me what I've waited for.
Sting me with your Dipstick tonight.
Sting me,Sting me with your Dipstick.
Your classy chassis really turns me on.
Your sleek lines make my motor race.
I'm so excited that I can hardly wait,
To put you in my wrap around embrace.
When our passions begin to merge as one,
We will fly through the clouds high above.
Blissful ecstacy will be our reward.
As we drown in the nectar of love.
Get over here! You big bad drone!
Come sit upon your Queen Bee's Throne.
When you pollinate with your V-8,
You put my hive into overdrive! Overdriiiive!!
So,sting me with your Dipstick tonight.
Sting me,sting me with your Dipstick.
With your Dipstick, Tonight,Tonight.All Night,All Night!
SNAGGED
We trod the dusty path home from school, mottled
with casuarina shadows.
Gurgling ripples gave way to deep pools, my brother
skipping stones.
Khaki Campbell ducks brought chuckles.
Tipping back their heads,
water dripped from beaks, filtered, from their prey.
One day at the brook, a back-cast. The hook snagged
our friend in the base of his thumb. Dad frowned.
Reckon you could hold still, while I open it up a bit?
Robin nodded, gritting his teeth. At nine he didn’t
utter a sound, while Daddy’s sharpest
pocket knife sliced into flesh.
Blood flowed. I watched and howled.
Robin ashen.Silent.
Well, done, son it’s out.
Baby, oh, baby, with your magnificent blue eyes
Keep looking at me like that
There is a hunger there, and I can fill it.
You say you are not happy; there is ice in your veins
Your feelings are frozen with him,
You have the power to leave, my love, the world is not cruel.
Baby, oh baby, with your beauty prancing in my dreams
I am the sun. Ready to save you, but you have to take the first step.
I am the warm breeze on a summer day. Just open the window and let me in.
I can help you heal the pain he has inflicted.
I can help you regain yourself, and love you, non-restricted.
Come to the window and open it up. Just open the window Baby!
I want to cherish you. Revere you. Respect you. Stroke and love you.
Take away the hurts and the pain. When you are ready to heal, I am here.
You have the power to leave, my love, the world is not cruel.
Let me in, Baby. Open the window. Just lift it high. I will save you.
Our love would be so real.
We would be as miraculous as twilight on the beach.
I am waiting for the day you agree to start healing.
Show me your heart darling.
You deserve better my love.
You deserve me. Just open the window so we can begin.
"I walked on the beach today,
Along tides edge I made my way
Towards the lighthouse on the point,
It’s beacon of light which anoints
Ships at sea it must protect,
From a catastrophic shipwreck
So to it beckons me,
To come see it’s view of the sea
And to feel the power,
Each wave delivers on its tower
This is my church today,
As I am moved to pray
That this beacon will guide me,
Towards the goodness God wants me to see
Commanding strength from every wave,
With fortitude to be brave
To face the challenge of life,
And find happiness in what is right
This is God’s present to us,
And through prayer, we open it up
To receive the grace of his love,
And surrender our hearts to him above"
STAY
You come knocking on the door
I open it up
Come on in I'm not going anywhere
Come in Lord...
STAY
9/12/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I opened my email list
and was quickly surprised to learn,
from Allison and Tim
A BIT OF BAD NEWS:
Some bad news, Gerald,
Senator Murphy is short...
I didn't bother to open it up
to read the entire message
because I know the Senator is taller than most of us
even when both feet are firmly planted
on his platform floor.
I'm sure I would remember Allison and Tim
if we were on a first name basis
And
I know fake news
when I almost see it.
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