Poor Ronald had bad diarrhoea
Wet faeces shot out of his rear
Large brown stain was spreading
New pants he'll be shedding
His wedding day's ruined - oh dear!
I've been attentive.' Aware of passive hostile directive
eu implied power.' The titans of 'this hour?' Hmm.' As
One who does know God.' I offer Some thought?
In respect.' In amity; in response.' To the actions odd.'
Of the wimpish, and woke ones.' Euro-phile joke broke ones
If I were the leader, of America into free air.' Free speech
And freed power.' Col, Doug Mc'Greggor would i empower
Let him deal with zelensky..Bring it down to where things
Should be.' Will that be grimaces? Or smiles? On eu leaders
Dials? And they must be made to cheer.' As they are kicked
Up..Well you know where.' Lets see poetic justice right there.'
Lament not dear heart, the moments gone by,
for it is futile to needlessly cling
to past images that now make us sigh,
more so knowing, mere thought is not the thing,
so why not add to each life breath some bling?
Feeling not thinking, focus unblinking,
we find ego cravings slowly shrinking,
choosing to remain vibrant in the void,
head and heart with pulse of bliss beats linking,
regaining soul’s pristine sheen unalloyed.
Careening down the freeway
adjusting watching
my rear-view mirror
Checking to see
if death
be closing in
Lurking there
in my blind spot
of a blinded life.
As soon as we got to the county fair
The country odor got through my nose hair
Coz above some milk pails
We encountered cow tails
Which filled our senses with their dairy-air
Countless in colours, on display.
Grey matter turns, to white clay,
moulded by brow beaten pressure.
Being a faceless number in line
just to be seen, fleeting in stale time, promoting ones ego.
Wasting lifes days unexscapable
In media,s grasp, really we have to ask.
The Autumn leaves, rush towards us in their late Autumn flack.
The reat view mirror looms, impossible to go back. And the Only door is a Jar !
To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire with some money
They cannot buy all the necessities
And happiness
We still have to work
To crack our heads
To survive
To feed ourselves
With organics
With vaccines
With logics
With humanity
And so
We have to believe that
God will only help those
Who help themselves
Used to take a while
to work up a sweat
Had to jog a few miles
or sprint like a jet…
Well, those days disappeared
in the rear-view mirror
Now I sweat climbing stairs
that I’m older is clearer
A woman who had buns of steel
Was proud of their wanton appeal
A judge had a feel
And deemed them ideal
But an eel made her squeal surreal
amongst the prism dreams
nightmares in rage enlarging schemes
of the fiery fiendish fiends below the ground
the skies intervene cloudless simply innocent as a child
deporting visions indecisive intermissions credence is gone wild
mercies spawned innocence screams
1/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
While, you read this
Your tock, has already ticked
Your ship, has docked
And, already sailed.
FRONT ENDLOADED
S mile and laugh often
E njoy beauty, where and when
R eject deceit and all pretence
E arn respect of fellow men-
N ever worry what others have done
I n faith trust in God's own Son-
T hen leaving this world a better place
Y ou can look your maker ..face to face
AND
TO THE REAR
God's poiemA-
created foR
works of arT
in poems and pictureS
Why ? Is it I'm behind and when you're in debt
You're in the rears ?
When you're late you pay a fine,
it costs you patience monies and time
Credit deteriorating fathom gross abundance
Payments lost you are shot in the back
In the rear behind buttocks with penicillin
In the buttocks medicine can't stop smallpox
In the rears payment and debt
Your crimes your financial debts ends when you're Dead?
12/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
*Image of Prostrate Exam giphy by Gfycat.
'Tis A Rear Find
Absent-minded Dr. Smythe Atherten,
about to fill out my prescription when
from his shirt pocket pulled out,
"My thermometer!", did shout,
He oddly said, "Someone's rear has my pen?!"
2020 August 29
*1st Place*
Limerick Fun
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2020 September 06
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand July 6
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 07
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