Though we com through di channel
heartbeat before we enta
we are no bi alone
no , no , no , no , no , we are no bi alone
we com from
heavenly places.
we are no bi alone, we get jesus
awa papa god don been wit we always always always
hallelujahBa ba ba ahh ah
Ba ba ba ahhh ahh, beautiful, beloved
Your love is amazing
You your love dey shack me
I love you, I love you
I dey love you
Your love is amazing.
Your love dey shack me.
They shack me. I love you
I dey love you
I have "aaay" dey strong feelings
I be feeling strong, love, love, love
MO nife I love you boy sho' DO
I does, I DO
MO nife I love you
MO FE ba A D'ale
I want to grow old with you, ooh oooh
I want to grow old with you
HE ee-FEH
Mo nife re
Your love dey shack me
3/4/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Afrobeat Song
Pretty brick-a-brack on the old shack
across the porch all the way to the back
delighting Zack who has a design knack
next to the door was a fire place plaque
I looks like rickrack said my cousin Mack
There was no slack, or any décor lack
The fine snack served seemed a bit out of whack
I kept one of these chocolate cakes in my knapsack
Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack
at night by moonlight
peeping past curtains of burlap sack
such a sore sight
surrounded by fields of green
willing as she'd been
tho' torn
she surely wasn't about to be seen
with a child out of wedlock born
so with a bun in the oven
she had her Dad invite he
who did the dirty deed
and plant the seed
the Father-to-be
down south way out on the steading
to shape up show up and in the end
attend a shotgun wedding
the abandoned shack looks miserable and forlorn
standing amid brambles and weeds in an unkempt field
her porch boards creak ominously as we walk across them
Some of the end boards have disintegrated
she looks sad and gloomy; her front door is gone
she has not been cared for in a number of years
the upstairs windows are broken probably by rocks
her kitchen has been stripped of appliances
wires hang where her oven used to be
the floor is brighter next to these wires
a tiny creature scuttles across the floor
She smells like animals
She has probably been a haven for squirrels and mice
Maybe raccoons take up residence during the winter
Do you want to go upstairs? My girlfriend asks
I shake my head “no” not wanting to see any more
The accordion is my instrument of choice.
This was stated by striped blue cat Joyce.
My brother Adley is on the cymbals, nice and loud.
Cousin Zaney plays the violin, he has a classical crowd.
I asked, What kind of music do you like the best?
Bluegrass, rock and roll, classical and all the rest.
We are bongo playing cats too, said my friend Joyce.
Come on down to the Cat Shack Alley and we’ll give you your choice.
So I went to the Cat Shack Alley where they were grooving.
My hips and my feet never could stop moving.
I was dancing up a storm, landing on a table top.
The diners there finally had to beg me to stop.
I looked at him sitting there
With his head back in a stare
He had a meal and sat right back
And died that way as a matter of fact
In a shack near the beach
He built it when youth was within his reach
And I wondered at his last thought
When his heart gave out in its retort
We placed him on the stretcher then
The rigor mortis without a bend
And a sheet across his face
Into the ambulance for his last race.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Modest and Like Living In Shack
Can be modest and like living in a shack,
And what you give out will receive back;
Grass would weed;
Never did need;
On occasion, ability to love you may lack.
Jim Horn
Such A Plain and Simple Shack
In my long life, any love did lack;
Knew I would have to return back;
Am trying to find,
What I left behind;
Was such a plain and simple shack.
Jim Horn
Never have I been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve
Longing for love but too afraid to of cupid’s arrow malady
My heart is on the market, but I’ve stowed away the key
From dusk till dawn I search for a sign that love is meant to be
But I have slowly come to realize love’s bitter sweet irony
Is that to love with all my heart, I must first start loving me
Be patient my soul for your earthly shack will soon be replaced by a mansion in the sky!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2017
Near the river Jane,
there’s a little shack plain.
Not much my dear to see.
Come and share it with me.
Bring your little dog, Poke,
who’s the color of smoke.
And a cushion for sleep
that at night warming keep.
The roof doesn’t have leak,
new floor’s pine lacking squeak..
Bed of oak with springs neat,
quilt down comforter’s heat
Job is steady at trade,
where broad sheets are fast made.
There’s employment for you,
live with me plans come true.
I grew up in a one roomed shack
a king size Coca-Cola space
crammed like Marlboro cigars in a pack
a place I ran to for defense
my home which some see as a plight
where my family had to find the right way
it was my bedroom at night
my mother's pantry by day
a lounge where my dad like a doc upon a cadaver dissected
The Star while his kids goggled at Luxor television
I grew up in a shack protected
by corrugated irons walls of a mansion
Small Beach Shack
God did bring light to dawn's early crack
While we were living in a small beach shack
And as the sun in sky had started to rise
Heard seagull screeches and loud cries.
Morning by God was brought back to life again
We said our morning prayers ending in Amen
And another new day we will never forget
Always having much fun with no regret.
God had only given us one big burden
Our thoughts and dreams to be herding
Coming from North, South, East and West
Lived in little beach shack in our love nest.
Day had always started with a new dawn
By evening all of the bright light was gone
God had always known and He had a way
Of tomorrow with love creating a new day.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The run down shack
Out in the woods
Boards missing
Graffiti
But that lock on the door
Hasn't stopped anybody
From breaking in through
The windows
What they don't know
Is that you gotta be
A special kind of person
To actually see
What the inside really looks like.
There's more to it than meets the eye.
My love, please take me back
To your sweet sugar shack
Sitting on the soft sand beach
Paradise is within reach
Rolling waves crest, so dreamy
Briny air, wafting steamy
Coconuts so full and ripe
Swaying grass skirt, my delight
Taut humid air, tan skin
Dewy lips meet, it begins
Swim southward along the coast
To the sweet realm of my host
Searching in the dark bamboo
For the mythic pink Honu
The enchantress of the sea
My soft kisses set her free
Forest of the straight smile
The fair treasures of this isle
Warm to my tropical steam
Her smiling shell does gleam
Inside her magic seas, you
Swim deeper as I please you
Within your endless ocean
Drowning, fragrant emotion
As the gentle cries go higher
Holy water turns to fire
Passion’s fruit upon your brow
My Pele, it’s our Luau
Your Tsunami drowns the flame
My rogue wave crashes the same
The relentless sea rolls back
Joy resounding in the shack
Honu=Green Sea Turtle
Pele=Hawaiian Goddess of Fire/Lava
4/30/16
© Endorphin Junkie
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