Things That Should Grow on Trees
Things that should grow on trees include:
big sea birds with
extremely long wings, old-fashioned shoe
horns, tape recorders who
play sporadically cries of
grief, blank
photographs, stamps with
printed eyeballs, people with
colourless or
very nearly colourless hair and
skin and
pinkish eyes, the word
unfortunately, the word
regrettably, the word
even though, miniature
pianos, vampire
teeth, leaf
blowers, False
IDs, illuminated loyalty
cards, the watchful and
attentive, damp
clothes, pom
poms, glass
shards, pack of
cards, rope knot
balls, plastic
trinket boxes, ashtrays (glass only), lips (too
animal lips), spines (too
animal spines), toast, headache
tablets, running
shoes, and
whores.
Categories:
recorders, humor,
Form: Free verse
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum,
Forgive us our transgressive Trojans,
As we forgive those who send us viruses, malware, and spam.
The configuration of wisdom starts with a simple click,
Encrypted commands obey at the flick of a switch.
Will the 30th century be fully automated,
With digital newspapers and magazines synced to our brains?
Will there be a single leader to rule the world,
Rising up to the stars and ruling other worlds?
What if IT administrators are locked out,
Three failed attempts and the human administrator is sacked.
In the year 3030, will biological intellectuals be driven underground,
For using technology that ends hunger and poverty?
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum, give us today our daily dose of tech,
So we may spread your marvels and wonders.
Children are born with cameras and recorders in their nerves,
Every crime and sin captured and sent to the sin police for punishment.
Our eyes will glow with technology,
Nanotech releasing happy chemicals in awkward or hostile situations.
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum, lead us not into the future,
But deliver us from the future.
Amen.
Categories:
recorders, 12th grade, analogy, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
When we were not old nor young
we tracked and hunted,
it never occurred to us
‘for what’.
Disasters were counted victories,
failings our strength,
and being oblivious, we were happy,
we were both lemmings and foxes,
clouds climbing cliffs.
On the steps of our body temples
we lingered with temple flower girls
who sold us kisses for prayers
and it was good, and just a step below
the groundhog days of this hedgerow
living.
Now, we are the recorders
of our middle histories
sewing patches and scrapes
to create stalking-horse words
as if we had never been those,
the headlong and heedless,
when we were not
young nor old.
Categories:
recorders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
As we all grow older, we are confronted with different challenges in life
They can be personal health problems, issues with our children, husband or wife
At some point we will all get sick and we all will eventually die
The important thing is learning how to cope and not focusing on the why
We must enjoy what little time we may have left on this earth
Our brains are like recorders that start our memories at birth
Live in the now and worry about the bad stuff at a later date
Love hard with passion for your children and especially your mate
In the blink of an eye, everything will change all around
Be sure to always look and maintain proper footing on this ground
Enjoy what you have, be grateful and proud of what you have done
Always look back on your memories and each race that you’ve run
Categories:
recorders, life,
Form: Rhyme
I sit and I stare at the blank piece of paper
Or the blank computer screen
My mind wanders to thoughts of the past
Or whatever in front of me I see.
Trying to pull just one single thought
Out of the web of strings
Challenges me to concentrate
On just one of the myriad of things.
How many thoughts get lost in the transit
Numerous in the process of thought
Notebooks and pens all over the place
Recorders too many I’ve bought.
If not written down and finished just now
It is gone to the world of ink
If lost to the moment it shall return
And be better next time I think.
Categories:
recorders, write, writing,
Form: Rhyme
BETTER MAKE THIS ONE GOOD
It’s all succinct until we leap.
Of this day, for three, not a peep.
Grow older, slower — now that’s deep.
February Twenty-ninth!
On horseback, knight awaits orders,
until day he can leave borders,
leap past the square, stun recorders,
once every four years.
Frog taps fingers on lily pad.
A little bored, a little sad.
What takes so long - has he been had?
He’s over this!
What if taking a leap of faith
haunted you for four years - a wraith.
To take leap you’d have to have faith.
What a conundrum!
2020 is a leap year.
Some blessed birthday child will cheer
and down her cheek their rolls a tear.
Better make this one good!
1/23/2020
Great Leap Forward Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Used: Tail Rhyme
Categories:
recorders, animal, birthday, imagery,
Form: Tail-rhyme
What is it that I don’t know?
That you feel that you feel?
What is it that I don’t know?
That you supposedly know that
You should know?
Poets are of many types
In love with own poems.
Addicted, tormented , could be
Vulnerable also, to the edge.
But never an utter failure.
Angels on our shoulders
Recorders of the divine fate.
Cautious and unsaid moments
Of Deadman walking.
Categories:
recorders, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
And the world stood still
When the liar took centre-stage
Cameras flashing
Tapes rolling
Recorders battling to take down his voice…
They all know
That lies unending endlessly flow
From his bottomless tank
Rolling off his tongue
As a bard chants royal praises…
They all took it in
Clapping for their hero
Waving his hands in the air
Smiling sheepishly
In the knowledge that the truth
Shall never surface…
But he knows not
That the truth is right behind
His back
Like a hump
Sitting beautifully on a hunchback
It is right with him…
Albeit the truth is despised
The many crowd hailing the sweet liar
Bail him not
Never will they
When the bell tolls
When the alarm rings
And the truth tackles the man
On whose lips falsehood thrives…
The crowd then shall sing
And dance in glee
As the white-robed liar
Becomes the brown-ragged beggar
In the hands of truthful revolution…
Await the day
For it is currently lying-in-state
Readying its fangs
Like a tormented king cobra
Waiting to strike
At the time so beautifully right…
Categories:
recorders, perspective, political,
Form: Free verse
A 'Good Old Days Market' sign seen
With arrows that point to the scene;
There hidden by wall
Of stone, very tall,
I ventured and found behind screen,
Some tables with items arranged...
Such irony...somewhat deranged!
There spread out in view...
Still wanted by few...
Remains, by new tech, now estranged!
Typewriters galore, 'modern' style.
Old telephones that you must dial.
Flip cellphones that close...
Eight-track videos...
Oh, such a 'nostalgic' junk pile!
Some huge V H S movie cams,
The weight of two five-pounder hams.
Fax senders...hand fed...
Received...in hands read,
And heaps of outdated programs!
Old Apple computers, diskettes;
Recorders with lots of cassettes.
Fat TVs with tubes,
Old Kodaks, flashcubes...
Those 'good' old days? Gone! No regrets!
Sandra M. Haight
Categories:
recorders, funny,
Form: Limerick
I, I long for you, you
Caress me girl
Believe in me
I would miss you girl
If you were to ever leave me
You packed up your bags
And you leave me all alone
I lonnnng for you ooh, ooh
I long for you
Don't stop, don't stop
Till you reach your destination
Don't stop, don't stop
Till your all alone
Don't stop, don't stop
Once you've said your confusion
That you should have never left home
I long, I long, I long for you ooh, ooh
I long for you
07/04/74
written by James Edward Lee
from Sound Recorders/American Gramaphone cassette LP Demo "All Alone"
Categories:
recorders, break up, celebrity, dedication,
Form: Lyric
I'm all alone by myself
I'm all alone by myself
I have never been to the place of my life where I been so alone
No one to hold me know what who cares
Alone
Alone to face a thousand dangers
All the world are strangers
Too face my very existence of no happiness
But nevertheless this us my reality
Is it what it's suppose to be I 'm alone, so alone
I'm all alone by myself
I'm all alone by myself
Again where is the happiness
Where does it exist
And can someone tell me how to relinquish it
Help me to find it cause out here in this world I'm on my own
That's why am gonna be all alone
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
"From " All Alone " 1974©
Sound Recorders/ American Gramaphone demo LP
Categories:
recorders, analogy, anxiety, confusion, depression,
Form: Lyric
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for being here;
And remember, just remember it's Him whom died for us;
Remember, oh, remember He embodied Jesus Christ;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is great, God is good;
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for creating us;
remember, remember it's His mercy and grace;
remember, just remember He creator of all space;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is good, God is great;
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for being Him;
Remember, just remember it's Him who died for us;
Remember, just remember He allow Jesus to die on the cross;
To save all sinners lost, to redeem all mankind cause...
God has forever love for us....
God is great,
God is good;
God is good
God is, God is good
God is great
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 1974,2017
from demo "All Alone "© 1974
July 12 1974
Sound Recorders ™
Categories:
recorders, celebration, devotion, god, hope,
Form: Lyric
I have never been to a point in my life;
Where I've been so all alone;
No one,
to love me;
No one who cared;
I have never been to a place in my life;
Where I've been so all alone;
NO one,
to love me;
No one to share. . .
so alone
alone to face a thousand dangers that made happen in my life;
my every existence to go on forever believing that happiness it's not inside of me;
it's not whom I supposed to be, no one to embrace me so I am set apart and freed;
Guess I'd, I will be shown. . .
That happiness that's not inside of me peace I haven't known;
gives me the victory that I'd never be
All alone
written by James Edward Lee
(from the "All Alone" ©1974 Sound Recorders/Corinthian Record Company demo)
July 1974©
Categories:
recorders, absence, anger, anxiety, change,
Form: Lyric
Where is your God?
Will someone tell me; (O please tell me)
Where is your God?
will somebody tell me;
Is He lurking behind the trees;
Or is He searching for me;
Where is you God?
Will someone tell me; ( I'm searching)
Where is your God?
will somebody tell me;
I just want to right now, see. . .
How is He going to find me;
I got to know right now;
Is He in the air I breathe;
or is He lurking behind the trees;
or is He searching for me;
I just want to know right now;
How is He going to be;
Where is your God;
Written by James Edward Lee (c)1974
(from the "All Alone" demo album Sound Recorders/Corinthian Record Company July 1974)
Categories:
recorders, america, anxiety, character, christian,
Form: Lyric
We the people aren't satisfied;
We come here ourselves to immunize;
To comfort, consoled and revitalize;
Talking bout' saving life's;
we people talking bout God;
and I've done it all myself;
Look at them now;
Turn it about, trying to kill a cow;
My people they just don't understand;
Why are they still killing all of the men;
we people talking bout God;
and I've done it all myself;
We the people aren't satisfied;
We come here ourselves to immunize;
We come here to shelter and be as one;
Coming here together in peace and love;
we people talking bout love;
and we done it all ourselves;
you people talking bout God;
(quiet)
.........
you've Done it all yourself
written by James E. Lee from "All Alone" Demo album Sound Recorders/Corinthian Record Company 1974(c)
Categories:
recorders, absence, appreciation, celebrity, community,
Form: Lyric
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