Bad balloon
Harassing the enchanting moon
Covering song performed by wham
While playing lead singer in the legendary contra band
Dropping buds
Not knowing what?
Is going on
Fooling around, dropping potential cancerous bombs
Smoking I mean
Luring teens
Turning them ugly, abusive and mean
Disrupting travel
Unleash verdict’s parachute gavel
Sentencing the trip, ‘unravel’
Due to going pop
Taking a sniper shot
Sending the cargo towards the ground
Hopefully, found
Going down
Identified not the telescope, Hubble
Now in major, government trouble
It’s fantasy bubble
Has no one to cuddle
Realizing action was a must
Peaceful bust
Sending bad balloon to an eternal rest
Deeming it the best
Allowing the mess
To confess
And surrender, accepting arrest
( Hold onto this anchor please)
When all seems lost and all stars gone
Imagine lights and you won't be alone
When sadness quakes and voices mock
Imagine the skies among with whom you'll flock
When happiness fades and madness runs
Imagine colours brighter than the sun
When fires scorch and winters blow cold
Imagine spring letting love unfold
When you're drowning under the waters of hassle
Imagine that you're floating on top of a castle
When they all leave and bail– don't sulk
Imagine fairies with wings are eager to talk
2
a tea party for two
just me & you
in your best birthday dress
you'll be a success
we'll have jelly,cream&cake
& a take-home keepsake
there will be games&songs
some solos & a few singalongs
so please.. quickly... r s v p
by text to yours so very truly
Lo, Oh poet of mine admire;
Speak to the fire;
Converse open flame thine heart dire;
Arch-poet, ballad maker compose lovely lyric rhyme unto me prior;
Ballad singer, balladeer voice still cry;
I ballad monger, idolize beat poet, bucoliast, elegist shy;
Fair epic poet, folk singer gleeman, journey lands,
Idyllist speak unto me emerald skies;
Imagist, jongleur, laureate recite toss the voice bell righteous ringer;
Librettist, major poet, maker, Meistersinger, minnesinger;
Best-loved favored treasured vocal
closest to one's heart preferred chosen
Sightseer mishear appeal reveal wordsmith zeal
Mimic speak life Celtic minstrel bard of Avon, Shakespeare!
12/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Bard Poetry
Fingers in my hair, you’ll
Pull and turn me feral.
I’m young and stupid,
Still apologizing for the things you did
to me. To my body.
You tore open and called me ‘hottie’
I'm sitting and thinking of the past and I'm sad
Not due to the situations but because the quality is bad
I've always had problems with this faulty camera in my mind
The images get fuzzier the more I try and find
I've taken it apart, I've tried cleaning the lens
But the pictures sit around and become blurry again
The longer they've been sitting there the blurrier they are
Some of my dearest memories are the blurriest by far
I know we all may have this problem, that's why we all should care
Because clear and lasting memories are oh so very rare
When your walking in the store. Your butt hurts even more.
Diarrhea, Diarrhea.
When your driving your Shevi, your pants gets a little heavy.
Diarrhea, Diarrhea.
When you're taking a dance, oh no! You have chocolate pants.
Diarrhea, Diarrhea.
When your watching a couple birds, you feel a couple turds.
Diarrhea,Diarrhea.
When your tying your shoe, everyone sees your number two.
Diarrhea, (Oh yeah) Diarrhea.
Diarrhea? Oh yeah!
Diarrhea? OH yeah!
Diarrrheeeaa? Oh yeah!
UH, HUH.
Diarrhea.
Right from an old thought
Near the heart of modern age
My heart wants to inspire her
By the view of various age
May be my effort get successes
And she accept my love proposal
And silent color of sky
Go happy and do heavy fall
Of warm snow on the surface
And touch delicately human heart
And spread love only love
Near every horizon
That true happening
When go right
And each beautiful view viewed by her
Be the part of beautiful rhyme
I try to stay positive
And not be negative
I don't have ulterior motives
Not one to be vindictive
I do get defensive
I can be compulsive
Can get very sensitive
Don't care to be a detective
Maybe comprehensive
As I stand corrected
I am protective
Oh! I can be offensive
Never been dominative
I am very selective
Sometimes objective
My thoughts are collective
With a great life no need for a alternative.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Limping towards the hall,
why cant you see its falling down the hole?
O you need to know,
know that there is nothing to know.,
Only you and your delusional thoughts,
think this, thought that,
what is going to happen to the rat?,
what rat?.
You the rat who is polluting all what was given as a gift,
more you want, less you give,
less you get,
cant you see you are drowning in your own growls.,
Growls being produced from your nasty vowels,
vows of torture,
vows of destruction.,
O you puny silly human,
cant you see you are polluting your own family tree?
lost in filth you are,
filth coming out of your nasty mouth,
slime infecting natures rhyme,
thus Nature sweeping you away with the might of its rite.,
How dare you go against natures eyes?
cant you see we are the context of within its eyes?
O how soulless you are,
You cant even recognize that you have wrecked your own tree!.
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