Furious fisherman on calm creeks
Troubling taxes to determine defeat
Urgent upbeat, rigid response
Passionate peace met a sudden select
Tally truth, realize rad
Follow faith please, through the guider's glance
Restored rock of truth don't limit light.
commercialised ___
makes saint mad sad though rad glad !
roses bloom giggling ~
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The snowy slopes called, Come out and play!
The chipmunks strapped into their tiny sleds~
Yip-yip-yip! through the powder they flew,
acorn goggles on striped daredevil faces.
Squeakers lead the way leaving fresh tracks in the snow.
Chippy followed, attempting a flip.
But face-planted straight
into a gentle puff of snow.
The squirrels jeered from their oak trees,
You call that a jump? More like tragic!
Till Squeakers nailed a backflip so grand.
The crows gasped, That’s rad, that’s magic!
The dusk settled-the slopes bathed in crimson gold.
The chipmunks share tales by a hot cocoa den.
Tomorrow? More chaos—more speed, more air~
‘cause winter was made for the small and the brave.
rare sight
red-orange snowy owl
rad bird
NAMES SUCH AS LIBTARD
SNOWFLAKE AND WOKE IN THE YARD
NOW RAD LEFT SCUM CARD
Rad mad hatter batter approach
Kiwi coach who Key did poach
It seems he is beyond reproach
When it really matters in tatters
Castle clatters Ashes hope shatters
Our guys bowling pies on platters
Memes scatter legacies splatters
Egos not heroes BazBull flatters
The urn won’t return with the Mac
Yearn but burn totally out off whack
Concern can’t learn not got the knack
Brendon a torn forlorn tendon on the rack
But will still earn a packet deserves a smack
Bitten not smitten his racket of cricket crack
Wouldn't change tack and deserves the sack
The hack pack giving him a stack of flak
Finally a step back from just all out attack
Too little too late the recurring soundtrack
Whittled & skittled fate well we were cack
Drunk monkeys just sunk spunky flunkies
Lack guts gumption gusto were so slack
The lies spool pulls over our eyes the wool
Must backtrack no crackerjack comeback
Debunk the funk & gist of narcissist gunk junkies
Cool over old school fool rule of Baz (load of ) Bull
Time these harlots & charlatans brought Test best back
I am a bookworm I love to read
Books of any kind that I fancy
My joy is to discover new fun books
My eyes delight reading in the nook
You can go places in an action story
Or books with faces can tell of glory
Some books can be sad woe is me
Or books that are rad like poetry
Discover a book and read open your mind
Have a look you never know what you’ll find
Getting Older part three (wee)
Alright up twice or thrice a night for a wee tinkle
Glad no mad kinks like Dad of having a pee in sinks
Stage fright though at the sad sight which stinks
Not rad.. as to the touch your winkle well shrinks
To not too much.. the fad of a tad weeny crinkle
Crutch of a crotch with just a notch or bad blotch
You watch as your itsy bitsy teeny wrinkle does sprinkle
As I thanked God, it was the best
Showing gratitude towards humanity, it is the best
Feeling that someone or something was looking over
Luckier than a four leaf clover
I was happy, it was true
Don't want to feel bad, don't want to feel blue
But be grateful, it's nice to say the least
To not say bad things, don't be a beast
Look at the good and not the bad
Say everything is cool to people, it is rad
Get away from the negativity
And just be happy, don't be bad
Such as in spindled spongey bargains lips
Casted both bolted skullduggery
Sappily candidly preside barrowed bricks
Philanthropy balled head lettuce apple tree
Restted rustic gondola swaying hips
Pressue mounts of disktoelay on the contraj
I am of I say displaced
An accomphishped barteded dan shunter
Rad taddered is the one “c” that’s blinded
Ship regaurd the paccswn
Angle fram bar grin
Possiticlee no shame
NoThIng-VoGoN
Drowning by the seleural light
Reace darkness flees, run in fro light
Whind Shine
2/28/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Why so sad
Because I'm mad
Why so mad
Cuz I've been bad
How so bad
I lost my faith I once had
How did I lose something so rad
When it was always this which made me so glad
So don't be like me and make yourself mad
Praise and Thank God daily for all that you have
I love my veggies, they make me so glad
Radishes, onions, carrots, like my dad
My mother loves lettuce, says it is rad
Tomatoes- veggie or fruit? Best we’ve had
My grandma makes veggie soup, good to me
Full of seasonings too, as it should be
We love our veggies, they make us feel strong
Saying no without tasting is always wrong
So here is my advice and it is free
Try all the veggies, some are really tasty
And thank your grandma and parents too
They know the best things to nourish you
I wish I had
been kind to Dad
Mostly I tried...
but left him mad
I wanted him
to be less sad
I would prefer
to make him glad
Buy him new shirts
perhaps in plaid
However he
likes to be clad
Make him proud of
my college grad.
A time machine
would be so rad
I could go back
and be less bad
And most of all:
more kind to Dad
Many moms make a mishmash of marshmallow melon month of rites
Marmie and Magnus mined minx’s minestrone meatball mites
Magnificent Marmaduke mollycoddles minute rice making mush.
Merry majestic Mallificent minced magnetic mimosas in a rush.
Mushroom men marbled Marley’s meatballs mooing with madness.
Muddobber’s melancholy miniscule mites were wooing with sadness.
Magnificence of Manny’s marsh mediates in miniscule rites of badness.
Ma makse a mishmash of marshmallow melons, and it is pure rad-ness.
Rad non-duality
Is simply the notion
That there is no one:
No separate one
To do or to think..
In other versions
That one seems to
Linger..albeit in
Rarer and rarer forms
To finally disappear..
A story of lingering
And disappearance
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