I saw a grandma's eyes doze
In her walk she stumbled
She had a calm quiet stagger
See drunk of the firewater
Oh those spirit had her stumble
She would wave as she walked like a branch , a leaf in the wind
She drank the spirits
Now my grandma was the only one
Then I saw with mine, eye rassel lawn chair
Oh , it was rare to see this woman trying to get out of there
She drank the spirits
50%, calm and quiet 50%. stammering rage, quiet
Yet on the flip side of the coin
She screamed. rated and ranted like a roaring lion
It wasn't water, it wasn't KoolAid? It wasn't Coca-Cola, or Lipton tea
Grandma don't know if you was alcoholic, but you sure was close to being near it.
Ma, grandma drunk them spirit
Lo, them there ---"the spirit of "al co hol"
Those demented the liquid
Grandma drunk them spirits
8/9/26
Written wirds by James Edward Lee Sr
The day he found the sausage
is a day I’ll not forget
Another piece of childhood
that is permanently set
The sausage had been purchased
while he was on a trip
Shoved way back, forgotten
til he got back from the ship
The shouting was ear-shattering
I didn’t understand
My Father screamed while holding-up
the sausage in his hand
He ranted it was sinful
Muslim law forbid they eat
Any type of pig or swine
or any pork type meat
He flung it out the window
and it made it past the yard
Landing on the synagogue
where pork was also barred
Then from the kitchen window
I watched the crows appear
And feast upon the sausage sweet
so far and yet, so near
I knew it wasn’t Kosher
could evil lightning spark
Should we tell the Rabbi
as the sky was getting dark
If they found the sausage
they would never know the why
Of how religious rage took hold
and made the sausage fly
Time waits for no one. Isn’t that great?
If it waited on us, it would end up too late.
We think we’re the master of our time controlled realm,
But Time is the faster man at the helm.
What we witness now is already gone.
When? Where? and How? is the ultimate con.
When we’re young and naïve, we set ourselves up,
For we often believe we can measure the cup.
We sip and we dine never hearing the chime,
Never drawing the line between work and home time.
And what of the child we lose to the hours
Of days and months filed in Time’s secret towers?
We wake to each day. Isn’t it great?
And know we rely on Time’s ceaseless wake.
Take nothing for granted. Time is the king.
It’s what poets have ranted and what we all sing.
Life is for living. Don’t worry about time.
Ask what you’re giving. Hand someone a dime.
Keep hold of your dreams and be sure that you share.
Send loved ones some moonbeams, safe journeys through prayer.
“Time waits for no one” does not have to be
The mantra that traps you, but sets you free.
Deep in his lair with a scowl and a sneer,
Gargamel grumbled, "They're still not here!"
He plotted and paced, he ranted and swore,
Yet Smurfs slipped away like they had before.
Azrael yawned, unimpressed with the plan,
Another bad scheme from a not-so-great man.
"Turn them to gold? Make Smurf stew?"
But every attempt just fell right through!
He set up a trap with a cunning disguise,
Dressed as a granny with twinkling eyes.
But Smurfs just laughed and skipped away,
Leaving him fuming the rest of the day.
He brewed up a potion, bubbling and blue,
Chanting a spell—then POOF! He flew!
Straight through the chimney, out to the trees,
Landing face-first with a swarm of bees.
So Gargamel sighs, as he always must,
His dreams of victory crumbling to dust.
For no matter the trick, the chase, or the strife,
The Smurfs will outsmurf him—such is his life!
If I got hit by a car 2 years ago,
I would’ve called you.
And I would’ve ranted about how the driver was drunk
and I wasn’t even in the road,
and you’d make a joke about how he was aiming for me
to get my number from the insurance company.
And it would make me laugh hard enough
to forget my legs were broken.
If we ever made it to college,
you’d have been my emergency contact.
But 2 years ago,
I got hit by something worse than a car
and you didn’t pick up the phone,
so I had to deal with a broken spirit and no cure.
So, I’m grateful 2 years ago my contact was my mom,
but what do I do now?
Because I’m scared no one will answer my calls,
no matter who I write down.
In 1 week, it will have been 2 years since we fell apart,
and I always hoped I’d have a new contact by now.
And I do,
someone that made me wonder
why I ever wanted to call you in the first place.
Psalm 50:15
I came home from Lowe’s today and told my husband
About the hot guy who tried to pick me up with this line
“We should garden together.”
When we were younger my husband would have demanded a name.
He would have jumped in his car with his six shooters, and hunted this guy down.
He would have ranted and raved himself into a six-year-old-babylike-frenzy.
He said to me “How long has it been since someone tried to pick you up?
“Bet he couldn’t lift you.”
He is now sleeping with one eye open.
This was not the week to tease Caren.
The tale of Sad Sack Sammy,
So the story goes.
A walking, talking, whiner,
Suffering his woes.
He never ever smiled,
Had nothing good to say.
He whimpered like a sissy,
All the livelong day.
His mood would always swing,
At home or when at school.
Sometimes melancholy,
Then complaining like a fool.
A lousy, luckless, loner,
Grew up without a friend.
No one could stand his presence,
'Cause he ranted till the end.
His fate would change at Fifty,
This local resident.
He chose a different path,
And ran for President.
Now everyone that knew him,
Was caught up on the blind side.
When all the votes were counted,
He won it by a landslide.
It’s just a huge conspiracy.
Facebook says it’s so,
And, it’s a well known fact,
The experts on Facebook know
The City seems so quiet now
Just a littered and dirty street
Now the anti vaxxers have gone,
Their demonstration complete.
Hardly the peaceful promised demo
For they stood, cursed and swore,
Issued threats and insults to folk
About the face coverings they wore.
And, as always, hidden in the centre
The balaclava’d active mob
Stirring up the others with
Their big and strident gobs.
The scientists from Facebook
Who absolutely know it all,
Those Rent-A-Mob Heroes
Always there on constant call.
If they sadly catch the virus I hope
After all they’ve ranted and raved
They’ll stand by their convictions
And not expect their lives be saved.
After all the law allowed them
To publicly raise their voice
And they were all allowed
To exercise their free choice,
And it is just a conspiracy
So I’d want to know just why
They don’t stick to their convictions
And quietly just go off and die
A man jumped on the subway tracks,
Delaying every train.
He paced and shouted; people asked him
What he hoped to gain.
He ranted incoherently
Yet strangers offered aid,
Despite the fact that they’d be late
For plans they might have made.
As minutes passed, nobody
Could convince him he should stop,
But he climbed up at last
Where he was handcuffed by a cop.
Reporters called the man “unhinged,”
As good a word as any,
For lately, that description
Might apply to far too many.
He always kept on talking.
In a loud voice, he let listeners
mark his sword of words.
With a scream, he painted
the dream’s delight and colors
in the plateau.
He ranted when the daybreak
gradually dawned.
He gladly viewed in the air
the energetic flap of nurtured
trust and answer.
Until the strong current pursued
and forcibly silenced him,
the murmur of waterfall
and the giant cascade investigated him,
the flying sharp splash shouted at him.
The fierce eyes stopped him,
the castigating claws and furious fangs
in the woods rebuked him.
Only then he uttered no sound.
Only then the deafening hush roared
like a mute thunder.
Serenity with sincerity.
Tranquility with deep
wisdom and policy.
Standing all alone, we watched
The winner of the gold,*
Who’d skated quite amazingly,
Her elegance extolled.
Her teammates sobbed and ranted
And the cameras caught it all
While the winner clutched a teddy bear
And listened to them bawl.
What should have been her moment
By her teammates was denied
And when asked her feelings, she described
“An emptiness inside.”
Disappointment in athletics
Is quite common to report,
But both doping and sore losing
Cast a shadow on the sport.
*In the women’s Olympic figure skating event
He couldn't stand her temper tirades
She ranted and raved about bills left unpaid
A tragic couple they were, a perfect mismatch ~
Their marriage contract containing no escape hatch
Our new dog Buddy chewed one of my favorite sandals in half.
The next week he chewed another favorite sandal in half; not a pair.
I am out of sandals to wear now.
I taped one with electrical tape but it did not last more than six steps.
I thought he had chewed up one of my brand spanking new shoes this morning.
I ranted and raved, screamed and yelled, I was a horrible puppy mama.
I did not hit, because I know what that feels like, but I was a terror.
My husband said he would clear off the top of the refrigerator
So I can start putting my shoes up there.
Handy huh?
What would Jesus say
to the pastor who ranted,
“NO masks in THIS church”?
July 28, 2021
MT. JULIET, Tennessee, July 27, 2021 The pastor of a Mt. Juliet church has threatened to kick out members of his congregation if they show up in masks amid a nationwide surge in COVID-19 cases fueled by the delta variant.
During service on Sunday at Global Vision Bible Church, Pastor Greg Locke told the crowd, "Don't believe this delta variant nonsense. Stop it! Stop it!"
Suzette never meant to hurt anyone but she does for she is enchanted.
Although young, she was turned into an elder-looking crone by a poltergeist.
Halloween spells have been flung about and she has raved and ranted.
She is as helpless as a polar bear who has been frozen and iced.
What did I do? She implores her wizened black cats, wanting the truth.
Asking them, there was no repercussion, no strive, no cost.
The fact is, the poltergeist was jealous because she could say-sooth.
She wandered her days, looking old, feeling confused and lost.
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