"Rhyming a ditty to give Charles a Memento.
Timing and tempo must be part of my Lento.
Conditions of his contest are to have fun.
Renditions with humour, to be a happy one." The Poet.
Ending dinner the ladies went to wash the dishes.
Recommending a cafe that served excellent fishes,
became a topic of the two old men left at the table.
"Name of that place? To remember it, I am unable."
"What's the name of that flower? Its like no other,
Lots love it" said one old man. "A favourite of my mother."
Stalling, the second old man asked if it is a rose? "You're right !"
Calling his wife "Rose, what's the name of that fish place last night?"
Death of Church
One upon a time, my friend
There was a church
Crazy people of that instance
Tried to forge the God
They placed fears and conditions
And occurred as well renditions
They believed that humans saints
And that's why their instance ends
They possessed the funds of money
Were evil, pedophiles
They took money from the people
Fraudulating pseudorights
They implied they are Controller
For the moral for the race
They removed the best in humans
And implied a lot of craze
Their reasoning was schizo
Their motive was control
They imposed associations
So that sanity would fall
DUE DIVERSITY of the UNITED STATES it i sCONSTITUTINAL to remove cHURCH SCHOOL from HOMESCHOOLING list of allowed practices and produce a WARNING that CHRISTIAN sect organization my badly influence yourself and your children
Reformulation of sin
Homeocentrism combatant
Sociopathy redefinition
Is for Intellect palatable
Apparently imposure of sin
Kills source collective the bias
Care you don't have to bear
Of neither the sides of compliance
Rules parts of humans invent
May not valid be for evaluation
Mortal the thus very sin
Is imposing your limitation
No one you are to demand
Sets of your wrongly conditions
Thus no naive stupid banned
Reason for real renditions
No rule exist to demand
Account for their opinion
Unless lethal targeter this
Compares the vote via dominion
The price of equality mass
Is mentally full degradation
That's why we those deny
We up for the double negation
Irrational mess we clean up
We strive for the logic brilliance
The sense Constitution conveys
We guard judging words, Philly, Ness
This Lochness is fine the Ness
She is not some kind of mess
She is crispy like the chip
She lives very very deep
Iguana Orangutan
NATO backwards is OTAN
And the bat does guano
Kate does says all that NO NO
// Inspired y my favorite poem
A Tale of the Thirteenth floor by Ogden Nash
If I had a guitar and I knew how to play
I’d be on tour, playing music all loud and gay
I would have a fan base that would be yelling my name
None of my fine renditions would be the same
I would seriously pluck those strings in the fanciest way
if I had a guitar and I knew how to play
I see your smile
It embraces me
Tender earlobes listening
~
Holy-Wholly sweet lips speaking
Life
God’s mouth speaks life
~
His breaths in us
God listens graces us eyes vison
His Holy renditions
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
A Change of State
Matter shifts through its states, threefold,
Solid, liquid, gas, stories untold.
Sometimes, I'm akin to such transitions,
Solid, firm, with structured renditions.
Yet futile it seems, this rigid guise,
A veneer to smother, where emotions arise.
Then liquid, I flow, adapt, adhere,
To circumstances, situations, unclear.
Letting all things effortlessly glide,
In this fluid state, I often reside.
But mostly, I find myself in the gas,
Invisible, yet present, in moments that pass.
In the air, but not quite seen,
Yet you require me, for reasons unseen.
Silent observer, I linger, aware,
Shifting my form, in the currents of air.
Yet, does the change hold any sway?
Am I the same, regardless of display?
A change of state, perhaps in vain,
For whether transformed or still the same,
I remain, steadfast, true to me,
In all my forms, eternally free.
"love letters"
as time moves I wonder my love letter to you
enveloped with a waltz and breathtaking ballad
it would reveal all telling the story of us
only for your promised heart to follow along
unveiled with everlasting slow dances for two
you eternally captured me since the dawning
setting tones for love letters waltzing through
still I wonder such whispers from you to me
yielding my heart as only your desire can
unleashed and uncovered with love's umbrella
opening the dance floor of all renditions
inviting emotions to softly surface and hold
enchanting secrets revealing how you feel
among leaving your scent identified through
evermore our written words reach the sky
allowing such sentiments to gently sway
SkyWatcher
11-01-23
A strong song in mine heart
profound ever so souls awareness starts
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
intense low-pitched high
Sweet essence by N by
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
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contralto bass apocalypse deep destruction
alto thick mystifying grit end time revelation
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
inscrutable mysterious cryptical conditions
recondite cryptic just short of mystic
Devout renditions holy missions vision
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear
how do I grow
doing this or that
how do I know
when I just fall flat
hello shorty
little blue eyed boy
you'll not make fourty
no mothers joy
the bully to beat
what do I do
join gang on the street
prejudice soon flew
it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear
now an employers place
how far have I grown
being honest to their face
young tactless I am now known
it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear
I stumble
I crash
I crumble
I thrash
then destiny's arrival
in the nick of time
she becomes my ALL
life's song now sublime
a couple of additions
more melodies to hear
some chorus renditions
and gone is the fear
it's little me
I live in here
grown up I see
life is not to fear
it's never too late
for something new
a lockdown fate
and a different view
something more
for little me
still not knowing the score
is rhyming insanity
it's little me
I live in here
grown up I see
we must persevere
in the tides of time
little me has now flown
just me and rhyme
in the twilight zone
My valued time for musicians:
On-stage a class of magicians,
Though their tunes not for theologian’s
Who brand musicians logicians…
It’s a reaching-out to people
For stirring their dreams or ripple,
Musicians for the route to love,
Their tunes proofs of its being a dove
“While living, bleeding and kicking
A lip you conquered be licking,
Even as time keeps a-ticking.
And unsolved mad problems sticking."
Man’s sought scarce time for musicians.
They’d envision bright conditions,
In songs hallowing beauticians;
Or them rhythmic renditions:
Lots of creative time finding,
For actions to a pair binding;
Now, no axe for spouses’ grinding
Not with great tunes for a minding
days of fasting overlap
prayers offered to fill a gap
in lives surrounded by a wrap
of tradition and modern seditions
today, Lent and Ramadan bring
times of reflection and for some, to sing
folks set aside the mundane, for a better thing
to live special days, mingled with cherished conditions
like ships passing in the night
sojourners waiting for the morning light
take time to reflect on another’s might
seeking the Divine with community renditions
As swift behooves,
In challenging quest,
Competitive hearts,
Race their best,
A treasure to win,
One measurable test,
For equine ones,
The World's Best.
new renditions to have compared later. This is with As starting out on first line.
Consider this,
Consider this my truth,
The basis of my knowledge,
Fanciful and factual renditions of my reality
The words of obligation to myself
If I knew better...
I think I heard you whispering,
I thought I heard you testify,
No I'm certain that you definitely lied
Yes I'm uncertain that you definitely lied
So many words can convey feeling
How many chapters can list Truths?
In none of these but only ever in silent vowels
Do Consider,
Consider my failures
My truth was liberation, my confession
This was why I failed to seek it out
This is why I am confined in my notion of truth
I think I heard some footsteps
I think I heard you run
No I'm certain that you definitely lied
Lying to myself,
My devotion of a truth I sought
Winter melted into spring
And became such a thing
Called summer who fell
For autumn
Autumn then did its thing
Winter snowed beautifully
In its season before handing
The reign to spring and again
it begins again spring pride
Rose gardens blossom lilacs red blues
And all sorts of beautifuls
Seasons mixing
Seasons tricking
Sunrises sunsets
Repetitions day by awe
Tinted day.
Renditions of Repetitions.
Repetitions and Renditions
Revelations of days and days and days
Weeks and years and years and
Millenniums and millenniums
to present day and
Eons still to come.
All days have been recorded in
Sacred books eons upon eons upon
Eons and sacred words that no human has ever
Heard.
Autumn - Constanza
To honour Connie Marcum Wong
A lady graciously refined
Who's sadly left the world behind.
Autumn sings her annual song
Russet leaves bow down in prayer
In colourful seasonal flair.
Sweet voiced angels singing along
As harp renditions play in wait
To greet her at the pearly gates.
‘Twas the season you’d loved lifelong
May your place in heaven be blessed
By autumn at her loveliest.
Words to you alone they belong
Hark as poets read verse out loud
Tribute poems to you avowed.
Carry our love, a love so strong
As you soar to celestial shore
To dwell with loved ones evermore.
To honour Connie Marcum Wong
Autumn sings her annual song
Sweet voiced angels singing along
‘Twas the season you’d loved lifelong
Words to you alone they belong
Carry our love, a love so strong.
19th September 2022
*+*+*
Connie
May golden slumbers kiss your eyes
Sleep peacefully in paradise.
*+*
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
Written in the Constanza poetry form created by Connie Marcum Wong
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