March is here
three days early
like every year
except one in four
when she has to wait
~ one day more
The left’s declared war on the right
The right’s declared war on the left
When they finish with each other
In the center aught will be left
I waited for the midnight train
on the platform in the rain.
It was windy, it was bitter cold
and i was feeling bit frail and old.
Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece
who was coming home from Greece.
I had time to wander down memory lane
where images flashed wearily in my brain:
she was days old when I held her in my arms
she's become a young lady with uncanny charms
AP: 3rd place 2025
I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!
Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.
It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket ,
with hoodies on,
the cat used to sit on time,
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!
It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long!
On a question paper, pm time, departmental too
Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald
So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!
Wish I would have said more
Meant more
Held more
Treasured
No way out and there is nowhere to hide
I must face this
Staring back at me now
The last thing I hoped to happen
Has happened
It is sealed and is sent
Right on my doorstep
I read these words now
They haunt me and stay with me
This is my unpaid dues to you
My tax
Labelled and signed
Right on that dotted line
Directed
Right on my doorstep
Should've valued
Should've cared
Should've loved
These are qualities I no longer possess
No longer own
No longer are mine
Can't use
Can't love
Can't be loved
And loved by all
Right on time
Have you ever gone through a rough time when you felt so alone and there was no one you could turn to for a lifeline?
You cried, and you cried, and your tears would not dry.
You searched and you searched, but no one was in sight who would reach out and give a word of encouragement or even a helping hand.
Instead of a kind word from those whom you know, they cast their assertion and turned up their noses.
You thought they would help, but they make matters worse.
One day after another, your situation gets worse.
You feel so rejected, despised, and alone.
Your ship is capsizing, and you see no way out.
But thank God for Jesus, who provided a lifeline and brought you out on time.
You cried out to Jesus, and He came through on time.
His love and compassion caused you to smile.
Thank you, Dear Jesus, for coming through on time.
Romance is fickle and often
unkind it alludes me
it seeks others and
leaves me cold
often it's desired but
never achieved
it's need shatters ego's
and changes the way
people see you
might on transform the way they were
to achieve romantic encounters
only to brag in retrospective speaking
some say it lacks love
only to say one has loved
in any mention
many wish to achieve
many wish to be
and many say they want and need such
to belong
might two wish
to be together
might others have
need to settle together
or might to be lucky
to find someone
that long to be with the other
POW! Right on the Kisser!/b>
In my best dreams you plant one (POW! Right on the kisser!)
but not with your fists, my dear, war’s touch is fiercer
than lips I aspire to, and tastes more like passion, chance given,
poor heart so enraptured by glances. By mercies I’m riven,
feel hog-tied and gagged in your presence, my soul ice,
blood boils (at the same time), mind locked - is this paradise?
Will life’s end know the answer, must blood pay for verdict?
Is love on God’s path for my life? Am I addict
just looking for hit, hooked on smack? Place reserved at Love’s table,
a chance I’ll be chosen to join who sits there? As I’m able
(dear loved ones) I’ll save seats for you! Christ’s the soul’s hope,
His Grace said, “sufficient for all!” (If faith saves that’s dope)!
Brian Johnston
November 18th in 2022
I still believe all politicians are not liars and dishonest
Though it is difficult to find those are consistently so
Those who will face harsh realities on election day
Dishonest peers will work together to see them go.
Right on, Liz Cheney! for standing up for what was right
Republicans turned their backs on her; she was ousted,
She stood like a beacon of justice against Trump’s big lie
Proving her words, what was right; it cannot be doubted.
Honest politicians have always been scorned by others
For they work on principle; for them, values are prized
And when confronted by their unscrupulous peers,
Most of them are not entirely taken aback or surprised.
Many honest politicians voluntarily return to civilian life
Eschewing the titles, plans, plush allowances, longevity
When they realize they are unable to make a difference,
Will trade the lifestyle of Washington for common decency.
Written October 29, 2022
Dad was forever in a hurry
His life filled with tension and worry
He always had to be right on time
If not, he preferred ten minutes early
A terror behind the wheel of his car
He cursed at Heaven and the stars
He'd ride the tail of a slowpoke
Here are names that he'd invoke
You moron, you idiot, you jerk!
You're making me late for work
Nincompoop, numbskull, and pea-brain
You're slower than a worn-out freight train
Dad, of course, was 100% right
And always ready for a fight
'Til the day this came out from my little brother
~ 'That moron drives like my friggin grandmother!'
A cap on the bottle turn right, turn right to tighten to loosen and take off turn left, turn left-right on
11/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
A surprise anniversary gift,
Caused giggles, which gave me such a lift,
If I was a nun,
I sure could have fun,
A cucumber .. if you get my drift!
My lovely friend Chris gave me a bag with some chocolates and a card and carefully wrapped in white tissue paper was a 9 inch cucumber which her husband had grown - it certainly made me giggle!
06/22/20
When the stars come out
to shine their light
may they never find me weary
neath' the gaze of their own might
and as the rain falls
gently oe'r my eyes
may I feel the blessings
of the raindrop, as it falls
on broken wing
may my tears fall like rivers
down my heart into the swell
may I never fear the distance
I am a runner, coming home
right on time...
When the stars come out
to shine their light
may I go to that place
where broken wings are healed
right on time
right on time
right on time....
THE SONG
iv. iNTRODUCTIONS ( SUBJECT)
A. MANS SPEAKS
B. wOMAN'S rESPONSE
III. MUSIC iNTRODUCTION (VERSE I BEGINNINGS)
STRANGS
rEEDS
BRASS
PERCUSSION
SMOOTH BASSY CONVERSATION
IV. MIDWAY TO INTRODUCTION TO CHORUS
REFLECTING ON WHAT IS NEEDED TO BE SAID
THE RANGE TO BE SUNG
THE SUBJECT MATTER
V. CHORUS
SING, SING, SING THE LYRICS OF LOVE
VI. RE-INTRODUCTION TO NEW VERSE
a. LETTING YOU KNOW
b. BEING CONSISTENT AND TRUE
VII. DEPTHS OF DEVOTION, (MIDWAY TO THE CHORUS)
SING IT , SING IT, SING-IT
VIII. ( HOLD UP- LET'S GET I RIGHT POINT) THE INTRODUCTION TO THE ONTRODUCE.....
KEEPING THOSE IN POSITION TO BE HEARD, SWEET SOUNDS TO BE RECOGNIZED.
VIIII. GETTING IT RIGHT MAKING IT SOUND GOOD
aint she the one that put-dah camera in yo bade-room: she was watching the nookie freak-show"
parishioner’s prayer answered readily —
grandsons suddenly appear
in twinkling of an eye
11/26/2018
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