Reads Poems

who reads my stuff

who reads this stuff?
who are my fans?
are they locals?

older or younger?
a bit of both maybe
a little cuckoo?
nutty like me?
I hope so

My Diploma Reads School Of Hard Knocks

My Diploma Reads
“School Of Hard Knocks”
Miracle Man
1/6/2025

Your time and your talent I once heard said,
was all a young person needed to get ahead.

So I’d rise up early and lace up my shoes,
I spent a few years just paying my dues.

The life goal I had was to retire some past fifty,
but this wouldn’t happen without being thrifty.

I posted my goals where I’d review every day,
along came promotions and raises in pay.

I invested in the market and had a 401-K,
investing paved the road that I travel today.

In the “school of hard knocks” I learned tricks,
and I was able to retire at the age of fifty-six.

Twas thirty years ago, since ending my quest,
I have no regrets, because God has truly blessed.

Quietly Whispered the Silent Poem Speaks As He Reads a Book the People Look

Quietly whispered
Receiving silent
Emotions kept

Laughing yet
Without voices
Just shown teeth
Thus a funny, the silent poem speaks

QUIETLY WHISPERED THE SILENT POEM 
SPEAKS AS HE READS A BOOK 
THE PEOPLE LAUGH AND LOOK

7/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Crescent Moon Reads To Dory Star

Crescent moon was a tiny bit chilly on pink clouds tonight
He got his warm cozy crocheted afghan and turned on the light.
Sweet baby star Dory stopped by to listen to a good story.
Crescent was happy to accommodate sweet little Dory.

The Polar Bear Who Reads

Not much to see her the Arctic princess said.
I’m just relaxing on my polar bear, up top my bed.
His soft fur makes a marvelous cushion for my head.
I challenge you to find a book he has not read.

I had slid into  her bedroom on a sleigh-type-of-sled.
“Come over a bit closer,” the Arctic princess said. 
Seconds later, that enormous giant bearl jumped off the bed
I ran screaming from her room feeling all kinds of dread.

Suppa Board Reads

Come down to our national
Happy day celebration
Fried quail
Roasted game hens
Roasted pork loin
Smoked ribs and fresh ham
Deep fried sqaush ,zucchini green tomato
Cassorole, with lemons, onoins,, pareseam
And goat cheese.
Cherry and cream cheese turnovers
Garlicy mash potatoes
Canadian meat pies w/ some creole sou

She said am I ; 
Am I
It's been a ploy
To lore us here
Love meats
And
American Wrestling Alliance

Jackie Reads To Bunnies

Jackie sat on a hill outside and began to read.
He was chastised by one Johnny Appleseed.
Why do you waste your time? Come help me get honey.
No thanks said Jackie, I am reading to this bunny.

The bunny was touched, and brought his family around.
The hopped and played, and sat next to Jackie on the ground.
I love his reading so much, this can never get old!
But then they were joined by a crazy old toad.

The toad hopped off to get his family too.
There were soon toads all over, maybe twenty-two.
What is happening? Asked Jackie. What is their goal?
I do not understand said a bunny, but they need birth control.

What Kind of Owl Reads

What kind of owl reads? We asked each other.
My uncle, my grandpa, and my hoot owl brother.
I stared at the barn owl, wondering how they were related.
And my horned owl mother she said, since she and daddy dated.

I was surprised and wondered what was going on in her house.
Most owls do not read books, they chase rabbits and maybe a mouse.
Do they eat meat? I asked, afraid the answer might me no.
Oh, yes, she agreed. Where ever they go.

So, they are fairly normal, except that they read.
What are they going to try and do – educationally succeed?
A hoot owl gave me a snotty condescending look.
I would share, he told me, but can you read a book?

Wordle

Wordle has become a world phenomenon,
Every day, another word is added on.

For some, this game is merely a pastime,
But for others, the score is bet on a dime.

Originally, Wordle was unknown, uncharted territory.
New York Times now claims this newfound glory.

Today, when you type that 5-letter word,
Reads is an option not to be ignored.

Bellas Unique Reads

I’m Bella the magical kitten,
with Daddy’s writing I am smitten.
while napping upon his journal,
with my talents, supernormal.
I’ll live all his adventures in my dreams,
watching them play out in dreamscape scenes.

Daddy’s not lived a boring life,
though he’s endured a bit of strife.
through these pages I’ll come to know him,
every thought, every feeling and whim.
My new Dad’s a great guy, ever so wise;
I wonder, if he’ll bake Tuna Surprise?

She Reads Herself In My Face

I loved her sorrows.
We shared a mask that we spoke through -
a mail-box for wordless hungers.

Passion maimed us,
even I shed tears sensing
a Puccini last act.

She read herself in my face.
I gave her long-range forecasts.

She insisted, persisted –
a desperate belief
that I would always be around

to mop up.

Blessed Be the One Who Reads What I Write

When I write,
life becomes a party...
 I bless that one
that my verse comments.
Blessed  is the eye that reads
my poetry, and study it...
Blessed is the being that
 comprehends my deep inside,
 scans my soul... !

If No One Reads This Poem

then i wrote it to myself

Quo teint
where they keep the intelligence

who was the sexiest of the seven dwarves
Was Bash
Fully interrupted that line

look at that shoop in those sheep
A rolling gather mosses no stone
i mist the sky
fog got

definitively asking what does the mean

why do people think
Pikachu would taste like chicken

Buffoon Reads History

I met a raccoon with a look so gullible;
Stumbling he came from a jungle called global.

Among the families with a very few high caste,
He lives in the periphery as an utter outcaste.

When asked to describe his present destiny,
He sneered and I said, "For villainy and tyranny". 

His well-dressed ancestors lived in a mansion,
When those baboons began their expansion.

Buffoons have no love for incidents of blood,
So I’ll drop here, I’m sorry, just a tear-flood………

Thus, he has lost his wealth not for any thunder,
But for those ruffians’ out and out plunder.

Now baboons are so rich, but raccoon is so poor,
And they can sing songs, yet he mourns every hour.

If you’d get offended for recalling this history,
I’d drink a pot of toddy and munch a plate of pastry.



Feb. 26, 2021
Biting Satire Poetry Contest

As Sweet Thinker Reads One

S-cribe
O-f
P-oem
H-as
I-nspired
A-nother

C-elebrant
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S-weet
T-hinker
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Topic: Birthday of Sophia E. Castro (November 26) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

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