Isn’t it dreadful, you said, that you have to
Mind the pod, couldn’t take a full shower
More so with malfunctioning Libreview
BG levels bounced up every hour
The NHS has made staff cuts, optimized
The equips for type 1 diabetes
It’s clear enough that controls were relaxed
They didn’t reveal much of details
Some money was saved, some people died
Struggling to manage the faulty tools
For 29 years you’ve been winning the fight
But you lost to hypocrite fools
Who’ll never be punished for hidden crime
And whose crime will be never proved
Isn’t it dreadful, love, for you and I
To belong to this mean humanhood?
Home is where my baby brother is.
AP: 1st place 2026
( ( ( ( BACKATCHA ) ) ) )
MR PRESIDENT
Black, brown, white, a colored quilt unites us no doubt
Red states, blue states, sees only green our chief lout
Racist humor, filled with glee,
makes not a monkey out of me
Obamas envied, no master race three Reichs you’re out!
For President's Day (early)
2/16/26
Superbowl Sunday
Winter Olympics
2/8/26
Fingering verse until it bleeds
until it turned us cold and silent
lays rust over the soul
for ornament is a parasite to the senses.
We must slit our wrists, shatter the shell
'Gather up our breath from the lung of hell
Slash every gilded facade
drink the salty ocean
like the rest of the pod.
An empty pod was seen
without a pea, without a bean.
Wherever did they go?
Don't ask me. I don't know.
Two peas in a pod
she’s so hot
both showing off
branded shades and shoes
his arms circle her
a prison so secure
how could she not
want some more
from her flat belly
dramas emerge with Rasta son
this mother with belladonna daughter hum
a priestess or princess
he does not know
it is all part of their show
Two peas in a pod
she’s so hot with potato
koeksusters on Sunday morning
legs like pegs in African colour sprawling
Woohoo ! both peas were soldiers with MKs
one from Zimbabwe
other from Mzantzi
sharp-shooting was their skill
in past for a kill
now their drama is
for paying fat bills !
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As you feed our dear gentle monarch butterfly, your green plant provides shelter for her babies, as the caterpillar grows, it munches on your leaves, drinks your poison..
Fall is upon us, as is the cooler weather, yet you pop open, to reveal your seeds and your white fluff, so we can sprinkle your seeds, amongst the ground, just as GOD asks US to sprinkle HIS love amongst HIS children…
Your beauty of your seeds, white fluff, you touch our lives, eyes, soul, thank you Milkweed pod, for bursting with beauty so we can sprinkle your seeds amongst GODS open fields..
May we with gentle hands, pluck your pods, break open as to reveal your seeds, fluff, sand blow with the very breath of GOD to make a wish as a dandelion, watch your seed as they flow effortlessly to the fields of grace…
I'm not like you
you're not like me
on that
you and I
we can agree
but
strange to say
and there's no mystique
Snap!
we're really all the same
in that...
we are all unique
two peas in a p o
d
diverse polar opposites~
pure friendship persists
Dun hill donuts don't make na change make no scents smelly, stinky non Everffiecent relvelenct tech no manure stench
Come apart partly cleft ain't none sun bench
Can't support the door when it hangs below the floor
crist, krash, dung
Life at the odhouse pod
4/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
3/11/24- L Pod returns to Penn Cove after 50 years
After years of pain and torment from your emotional scars,
You have finally reclaimed what was lost from you.
This place, that you once called home, now has a chance to heal;
To remove from its memory (stored in the ebb and flow of the tide)
A painful past that has never been forgotten—
The day your family and security was taken from you
By those who thought they had an authority greater than yours.
Now, with your proud and rightful return,
Despite the wounds that shall never heal, for you will never forget;
You grant your forgiveness which we have sought so hard to earn.
But your lack of memory is not what we seek—
We seek only the reassurance of you knowing where you belong.
Your power and finesse calls for our respect: for you, we’d give it all.
pact fusion hath brewed
welds cauldron spewed spit fiery
sparse talents biformed renowned
oddity affair
ardent youth pose statuesque
fragile innards touch grotesque
bursts end aggression
severs espousal rapport
guilt aspires realist soars
My wife is a poet and I am not,
She creates with her pen, I use robot!
She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint,
I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint!
She picks topics at random to challenge,
by night ready poetry is for exchange,
if she wins, in different room I stay,
If I win, wow, wow! then I have my way!!
many topics she chose every Sunday,
to keep me away from favourite play!
many times came close to losing, oh, my!
If I had not used my friend, the AI!
Every evening she reads her’s with passion,
With certainty of win, no compassion!
It is then in slow slow voice I read mine,
so far the AI has worked, all is fine!!
So then, those of you, who hate the AI,
I say to you, What is it to you? Why?
If not for the robot who helps me out,
I will be sleeping alone, have no doubt!
They are so old-fashioned, these two peas in a pod.
I heard this from Jake, Fred, Sally, Victor and Maud.
Saw them in public, they were wearing century old clothes.
Why they dress like this, I doubt that any other pea knows.
Poetry and math - two peas in a pod.
Why then do you look at me so odd?
They’re both to discover and express
The simple truth beneath the mess.
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