My life feels like an undetached magnet.
I do run, yet I recoil and reset.
It's like addiction with no use of drugs,
Or a trap made by the users' warm hugs.
My dear Owner! Release me from this cage.
For I am sealed inside my own bondage.
Deliver me! Lift me up from this place
Of squalid magnets that do not efface.
O my dear Charlie,
How could you just forget,
Our love for chocolate,
Which was given to you as a factory.
You loved it and had magic,
To make the owner get elevated from tragic,
He was impressed and gave it to you,
And you took it as a gift from him too.
You are the boy of words,
And who flies higher than even birds,
The public now asks you to fulfill the responsibility,
Of distributing chocolates to them and bringing them stability....
- THIS POEM IS WRITTEN KEEPING IN MIND THE STORY OF CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY BY ROALD DAHL.
They call you the Owner of the Stars.
You hold them in your hands like they're sand.
You create the constellations and carefully place them in
the sky.
So then why are you mortal?
Your calloused hands and curly hair.
Your fragile bones and fatal stare.
You belong in space,
with the orbiting planets and infinite galaxies.
Yet you're right here,
a mile or two away,
so on this planet you'll stay.
You're mine to keep,
so while you sleep,
create a constellation
or two
or three
and name them after you and me.
dog begs for treats
sits and shakes paw
owner well trained
• A ring in my car
• With a big red ruby
• Surely the owner can't be far
Loyalty is not royalty or power
Being absolutely trustworthy
That others confide in you
Fearless of betrayals or denials
Sharing dreams and secrets
Without hesitating or pondering.
Loyalty binds companions
The bond that bind all together
Both the master and apprentice
The watchword of Nations
Without loyalty no establishments
Loyalty yields cooperation.
Where there's no loyalty
There's always competition
Where there's no competition
The people are civilized
They support each for the top
Loyalty dissolves tyrant
Never seen a dog bites it's owner.
Whose cows are those ?
That go to everyone’s garden
Destroying poor farmer’s crops
Whose cows ?
Are on free range
On the whole village.
Where will the poor gardener eat ?
If his source of income is now,
Source of tears
Not of joy
But of sorrow and agony.
Guard your cows
Karota
Unless you want to see blood
Of your animals.
Be careful.
We don’t want you
To start pointing at us
With your mouth
Saying
Those people led to myt suffering.
No wall detains those tears and pains
From a woken heart rejected
So all remains are salty stains
From a broken heart detected
Thank you, Mom for a kitchen floor, sparkling clean.
You make me smile, you are my heart’s very gleam!
Each fun-filled, glorious day, is just ours together.
It really matters, not to us, what the outside weather.
Sun or rain, I snuggle near you, I bring you my peace,
To pen your simple poetry, and may you never cease.
I am smiling today to your sweet,kind poet friends.
You meet them in the morn, and when the day ends!
4/2/2024
Sing, sing a song of sadness
Walk, walk this road of madness
Unshackle these chains
That keeps our love apart
I'm just a prisoner
Of your heartless heart
Lie, lie right to my face
Laugh, and put me in my place
All these little games you play
Just tears my world apart
I'm still a prisoner
Of your heartless heart
Nothing, nothing left to sell
Bought, bought and sold in Hell
Your motives are so evil
They rip my soul apart
I'll die a prisoner
Of your heartless heart
Her mouth always tells the story said Glory
Glory was her dog, who replaced dead Tori.
They looked like twins, weirdly enough.
But Glory knew his owner, he knew his stuff.
If her mouth is prissy and tight, you best run.
She’s in a foul mood, she will be no fun.
If she has a fake smile, that is even worse.
Take your cell phone and your purse.
Everyone wonder,
No one tending the store,
Long silence restore.
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
A cavernous emptiness
A rolling sea
A flicker of light
Like somebody's home
Or a sign that says,
“Sorry, my owner has flown”
“To parts unknown
Been gone for a while
Trust he'll return soon
Am losing my smile”
There are no guarantees
It's a roll of the dice
Will keep you posted
Send luck that'd be nice
Hang on I think there's
A glimmer of hope
Just heard a grunt
Deep down my throat
I did, I'm coming
Outta my fog
So I guess I'll be fine
Been given the nod
Now that was silly
A humble explanation
Go off on these tangents
A wild imagination
Modern Home Owner Gardener-
Present time home owner small lot--famished
Improvish debts cast lots
Owed at loss planted spots
Home deeds provide garden crops
10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Three weiner puppies in the buggy north of Street McAntix
Popping, licking, rolling, snorting, growling and playing in bantics
Their proud little girl owner pushing them happily, loving their antics
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