From pitch black to being the pitch in battle
From self-destruction to self-love
A touch of faith yesterday planted the seed
He heard my cry from the heavens above
Today feels better because of the turn
Back in the race with handy upgrades
I needed dead-head pruning like rose bush
No victory exists without the blood of crusades
I bow my head in cold-headed affirmation
My smile turns inwards like an invisible humble ray
I had to stir my pot of faith to be granted this great day
My wounds heal as my dark past buries like Pompei
Trump is cooking, busy kitchen
Wants America to pitch in
Every voter's fondest wish
Taste and savor final dish
February 8, 2025
Hey buddy, let me tell you what's goin' down.
Listen closely, you'll hear the sound
of my kitchen, underground.
What I'm cookin' is so hot, as it were,
you might call it nuclear.
I'll make some for him, some for her.
I churn out the grub, hot and fast.
My cooking's like a firehose blast.
As much as I make, it won't last.
I put some dough on a sheets-a
where a jalapeno and mushroom meets-a
you've got yourself a red-hot pizza.
Hey man, I'm cookin' - don't you worry.
No time to waste. I'm in a hurry,
I'll need peppers for this veggie curry.
Time for burritos and enchiladas -
pull up and eat, this ain't the Ramada.
I've invited the Spanish armada.
For blazing chow, you are itchin'?
Grab a knife and chop. Come on, pitch in.
It's the first underground nuclear kitchen.
Please do not ask your children to contribute to your family or the world.
Raise them to think they are entitled kings, queens, and princesses,
do their work for them.
Keep them lazy and spoiled, let them develop an attitude of entitlement.
It would be silly for you to expect them to do their share.
Let them lollygag around,
doing nothing while you sweep and vacuum around them.
Fix the meals, clean off the table, wash the dishes, while they watch TV.
Let them know that manual work is beneath them; it is better suited to you.
When they go to a job interview, do not be surprised if they are not hired.
People who have been taught to pitch in and help, readily spot the lay-abouts.
And they do not leap across the desk to hire them.
Free the ink demon in my pen
That wants to rhyme wants to sin
Beauty has no duty to reason or season
It just is and naturally gives it lives
In the moment a babe recognizes face
The second the blue breeze baptizes beach
Why is the world to me a maroon melody
Playing my mind like wind chime
Or green tree leaves
Bear with me as I learn to grow
To hear the music of the gold soul
One who touches others so deeply
That we get still maybe even weepy
I hear a high pitch in my head
Is it a glitch alone in my bed
Should be asleep but lie awake
Hoping to try to write my wrongs away
Kidding around, I called mother “Lou”
Short for Louella between us two.
She’d return the favor; call me “number three.”
At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me.
“Thank you, Lou” always brought a smile,
A wink and shoulder shrug also beguiled
For only between us, we understood
The love that we shared, was incredibly good!
“Smells great, Lou” I would say in the kitchen
She would toss me a peeler and I’d pitch in.
And when she would sing with her old guitar
A “love that, Lou” wouldn’t follow far.
“How are you feeling"? I worried to ask
“Oh, you know Thomas, I’ll finish the task.
Whether easy or hard, Lou never gave up
Always serving and filling another's cup.
“I’m missing you Lou the magnificent!”
As I sense a same sentiment… heaven sent.
The bond that we know, will forever exist
Till at heaven’s gate, will grow more with a kiss.
Till then, I will whisper and pray and sing
Of the love that I have for our little “Thing.”
Until next time, you'll hear a son’s eager “Lou!”
Because number three, has been pining for you.
We never know when we are young
Exactly how we’ll age.
So many unknown factors
All pitch in to set the stage.
Of course, we have our DNA,
A part of us since birth,
And then the way we live our lives
For all our years on earth.
The food we eat, the jobs we have,
Our exercise (or lack),
The stress we face and problems which
May veer us off the track.
The health-related issues
And the treatments they entail
May be tough enough that skin will sag
And wrinkles will prevail.
When school reunions happen
And we see each older face,
We might see pain and suffering
That make-up can’t erase.
Yet seeing others with their years
Of troubles on display
May fool us into being glad
That we don’t look that way.
"Greetings from an IWD Kitchen"
The soup is not burnt
nor is the toast
The eggs look edible
forgive me, I boast
International Woman's Day
I take on the kitchen
Give my wife the day off
'Tis my blind ambition...
Psst. I call her name
Maybe she'll pitch in
Alas, her husband is ~
neither cook nor magician
Red is the red rum
and blooms of chaconia…
the Scarlet Ibis
Black is the black gold
and dark souls of the slave ships…
the pitch in the lake
White is the cricket
and old bones of lost Empire…
ghosts of Trinidad
Written: July 2015
Note: pictured is the flag of
Trinidad & Tobago.
With my plucky granddaughter, I'm ne'er bored.
She saunters at connate emblems and depth.
And the way the fay sway with her.
Five-year-old darts on slight span.
Brilliant, brittle crane drum,
Tall, hefty gist sight,
Pitch in limns burns.
With swish rifts.
Wingbeats
wheeze.
Born in Earth now without any baggage.
Enjoyed childhood in carefree attitude.
Drove car of life out of parent’s garage
as youth sang on high pitch in interlude.
Started to pick either pebbles or gems.
Born in Earth now without any baggage.
Sometimes achieved fame, sometimes put in blame.
All are collected, protected in package.
Tasted bitterness, relished beverage
Accessed success, experienced defeat.
Born in Earth now without any baggage
Love stored in my trove, also took deceit.
In last phase duties are completed too.
Then to release emotional bondage.
After crossing death point, me ready to
born in Earth again without any baggage.
Oh , I am singing
I just keep singing
I am singing oh I am singing singing this song
Unless the Harmony and the rhythm moves along
And the encrypted base and tenor proves strong
I'll just keep singing(I'll just keep singing )
This song
Oh, I am singing (O' I am singing)
Perfect pitch in melonious harmonies
As my brain and diaphragm explain
To my vocal cords now my ears hears who I am
Unless the Harmony and the rhythm moves along
And the encrypted base and tenor proves strong
I'll just keep singing (O' I am singing
This song
Oh, I am singing (O' I am singing)
Oh, I am, I am singing this song
And to all this whom may delight in my words
I'm just gonna keep singing along
Ta la la la la la la, Tea la la la la la la
Everyone join along, sing my song
5/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
TOUCH AND GO
Free birds flitting fluttering to touch and go
In ardent ardor felt immense amour.
Blazing passion glazed in gracious glow.
Short period, yet high pitch in glamour.
In ardent ardor felt immense amour
Overflowing emotive urge to full brim
Short period, yet high pitch in glamour.
Soared high, exploring sky, floating in dream.
Overflowing emotive urge to full brim
Quenched thirst drinking desires on ecstasy
Soared high, exploring sky, floating in dream,
as if sinking in fervent fantasy.
Quenched thirst drinking desires on ecstasy
Blazing passion glazed in gracious glow,
as if sinking in fervent fantasy.
Free birds flitting fluttering to touch and go.
04/09/21
Title Chosen : Touch and Go
'This or That- Vol. 1 ' Contest by Edward Ibeh
'All Yours (Apr 12 ) Contest by Brian Strand
one beat break
is all it takes
two heart beats prone to mistakes
three days no sure sleep
no wonder we both got shakes
so back and forth is the games
when you're in this deep
so gimme the fifth
when she portraying the sixth
of the deadliest sins
in a seven eleven
since i was twelve
feels like years
is what ive bin skipping
what you get out
Is what you pitch in
taught us well
but the head of the class
Is whats bin missing
and we've spent eight years
Stuck inside defeat
and if its four more years a slave
im tryna clear it in a week
head to greener pastures
somewhere styling with my chin
in line with mountain peaks
climbing so one day the two other persona eyes
see me and not each leap
from year to year
while you was asleep
For every family a dream
of a caring husband
and a devoted wife
who model love and respect
~ never anger or strife
For every family a dream
of children happy
with what they've got
who respect their parents
even if they don't have a lot
For every family a mission
to give of themselves
to do good deeds
to pitch in and help out
those in need, planting kind seeds
For every family a dream
to come closer together
this coming new year
through selflessness and charity
~ to increase joy, light and cheer
December 16, 219
New Year Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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