Gran and Gramps are BUM BUMS!
Standing beneath bouncy castle with hope and glee
Begging my Gran and Gramps to lift me up to see
The fun and exuberance of children taking a jump
Rolling into the middle like one big kiddie lump
Screams and giggles radiate through the air
Flying shoes, squished candy and knots of long hair
Children in chaos while adults swirl round
Bellowing “Be Careful or you might hit the ground”
I plead with Gran and Gramps in my best squeaky voice
To keep their big promise and give me the choice
To join in the fun and experience all the sites
They renege on their promise and gosh that bites
I crawl into the car with a big scowl on my face
Those two party-poopers are a child’s disgrace!
Riding home in silence and feeling so glum
I give them a nickname “Gran and Gramps Bum Bums”
Waving goodbye and as they drop me to the door
Dumb “Bum Bums” will be lucky to see me anymore!
When the heart is hopeless
Everything around feels so restless.
A promise is like a ray of light
That soothes the heart,shining bright.
A promise made,is an eternal vow
Nothing against it,the heart feels to know.
It makes one feel on top of the world
With blessings, one stands strong and bold.
When promises seem false and broken
The words hurt and split,once spoken.
The heart fills with grief and sorrow
The pain is deep,no one can borrow.
The hopeful heart breaks into pieces
All one dreams,at once,ceases.
The heart cannot accept the truth
That was a mistake of hopeful youth.
The glow and shine vanish at once
There remains no courage to take another chance.
Life seems to end with a broken heart
Everything seems puzzled... from where to start?
What ruse is so effective
that someone blatantly perverse
can succeed all so easily
to convince one after the other
to give it all up
to trade in their integrity
to renege on their values
to turn their back on any moral compass
to literally sell their soul to the devil
And… have the gall to walk among us
still with their head held high ?
Seems like we’ve entered an alternate reality
beyond the stretch of imagination
where nightmares are the new norm.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
~ A Lighthearted Look at Cheating on Keeping Kosher ~
Pick my poison, shrimp or pork
closed my eyes, lowered my fork
I’d hankered for that suckling pig
but I tasted shrimp, and couldn’t renege
Lightning didn’t strike me, I did a jig
of the (shrimp) cocktail, I took a swig
Upon awakening, my stomach was rent asunder
Hmm. I'd evaded the lightning ~ but not the thunder
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Sometimes older Jews tell young'uns that if they eat
pork, they'll be struck by lightning... Seems they
should mention shrimp and other non-kosher fare too!
Can not smell the flowers
if I'm not awake (yet I can)
Yet if I be dead I'll arise ( I shall )
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
awaken by the trumpets call
Sweet soul by the by and by
Can't see the flowers, for humanities tears
They renege punished by their peers
Have no fear, the Comforter here
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
8/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters...
Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats,
Cackling crones in pointy hats
Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair
To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair.
Next a drop of your blood to mix into the stew
As they mutter and moan o'er this most loathsome brew.
Harken well as the hags recite ancient verses
That invoke magic spells and malevolent curses.
An elixir for love, another for fame,
If fortune's your goal, play the witches' game.
If malice or spite for another's your bent,
They've special potions for ladies, and some just for gents.
But be wary, my friends, for I'm telling you true,
When the game is played out, and the bill has come due,
Don't try to renege, and don't be a griper,
If you dance to his music, you must pay the piper.
Pay promptly on time, don't default or denounce,
'cause witches are bit**es when checks start to bounce.
*VIDEO of Justin Bieber's Talk of his Affliction on YouTube
Justin Bieber's Ramsay Hunt Syndrome
Just in
Justin
Bieber
Tweeter
Likewise
Apprise
TikTok
He talked
About
Timeout
Renege
His gigs
Because
He was
Concerned
He learned
Shingles
Hostiles
Illness
Stillness
Partial
Facial
Benumb
Therefrom
Hoping
Coping
Explore
Restore
Maintain
Unstrain
Renew
Sinew
Routine
Hygiene
Lengthen
Strengthen
Steadfast
Stand fast
Brainstorm
Inform
The signs
Headlines
Contribs
JBiebs
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Justin Bieber announced that he is taking a break from performing after being diagnosed with Ramsay Hunt syndrome (RHS), a rare shingles-related condition that has paralyzed one side of his face.
2022 June 14
I was obviously first said the chick with a sneer.
Showing the egg the back side of her rear.
You’d better renege
Said the now angry egg
Biology says I’m first, loud and clear.
You promised on our wedding day
To take me for your wife,
That from that day forward
You'd stay beside me all my life.
Yet when better days were over
And money got a little tight,
You started being horrible
Causing us to fight.
You promised you would care for me
In sickness and in health,
And yet as soon as I got ill
You left me by myself.
You promised to love and cherish me
Till death do us part,
Yet you never meant a word
You've broken my heart.
Promises, promises,
You're dishonourable through and through,
A renege, a traitor
And yet I still love you.
Can I have your attention please;
Just a moment of your time.
In life we have no guarantees;
We must live with our begrime.
No do overs where it matters most;
No chance to sit idly by.
To sulk within our morose;
Or play into the conquer and divide.
Let us be as the bundle of twigs;
And come together as relations.
May we never attempt to renege;
The promises to the next generations.
Get your minds right peoples;
Balance and harmonize.
Media makes you sheeples;
Regroup and optimize.
We may not change the past;
Nor should we forget it either.
The future is our's to cast;
Bite the bullet, not the teether.
Your wounded pride is no excuse;
Your anger serves you little.
Warrior up and be of use;
These times are far too critical.
Gather together and unite;
Make a solid commitment.
Your inner spirit.... Ignite!
We must choose to circumvent.
Hand in hand, heart to heart;
For the betterment of all humankind.
Let none distract or tear apart;
Or deflect our state of mind.
Dealers sell drugs not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you leave once more,
to troll back alleys: daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
hammering the ground with hail and rain.
And as you stumble along the way,
fear triggers jolts of remembered pain.
Junked up specters, these prophets of doom,
pimp their products with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom,
where lies get exchanged: for denial.
Ignoring your pledges to abstain,
you renege on your vow to stay clean.
And stick a needle into your vein,
slipping right back to where you have been.
Just another monster to defeat,
Death bides its time, while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit,
are: that no one will care when you fall.
I heard her cackling, wicked with delight
Looked up to find her evil silhouette
Against the amber moon Halloween night
Seeing me below, she made a dire threat
“At midnight your teeth will fall from your head
Your thick, lustrous hair will drop to the floor
Your sight will be blocked by a veil of lead
And you won’t see your children anymore”
From my porch I ran in and slammed the door
Stowed candy away, no more trick or treat
Disappointing the kids I did abhor
But I had to lie down, get off my feet
Shivering in bed, I dreaded her curse
Felt her hazel eyes still staring at me
Waiting for the onset of things adverse
Her menacing presence chortled with glee
Clock struck twelve; I had to call it a night
So warily I removed my brown wig
I took out the dentures that felt so tight
Took off strong glasses, hoping she’d renege
*Written August 10, 2014
I can’t hear you- you see, 'cause my glasses are crooked,
And I hear with my eyes so I never get "snookered".
So beware what you do, not so much what you say,
And if you "renege" then you must walk away.
"Cause cheaters are booted from this old card shark's game,
And if I'm outplayed, (God forbid) - I'm to blame.
Oops, I got bumped, (now, my glasses are straight),
I can hear you quite clearly now, you're looking great!
Society demands, upends
Threatening the loss of voice
Burying the vitality of self
Society wants your disease, craves it
Needs you to submit in belief
That society is the only support
Nature quietly pushes its roots
Or sudden adjusts itself
Marked by essential movement
The water, the land, the fire of the sun
Are made for man's bounty
Are assembling constantly to provide
Living in sync with the sky
You are never forced to lie
To cheat, to steal, or to renege
Nature knows itself in the love of days
Calling for us to follow its ways
August
The massive heat which paralyzed any thought of going
outside during the day, the heat was as a huge military
blanket glued to the body like skin of grief, wars fought
for no gain other than the knowledge that new masters
who promised peace and freedom, will renege first thing
when safely in power as sure as August will return.
The September evening is soft and gentle as lover´s sigh
the breeze is cooling wooden telephone poles, it is now
possible to ring without hearing the crackling of agony of
sap dripping dowels. The voices of people eating their
meal on terraces and porches are like forgotten a tune
remembered; this, a moment to be cherished when rain
and fog comes and turns the village into gloom and we´ll
under our umbrellas say:” August wasn´t that awful.”
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