Yippee salivating about captivating clash.. against never brash Kiwis
Not too flash a side with pride not a mish mash but winning wheeze
From beginning grinning egos binning odd bod pods of similar peas
Pacific ease shoot the breeze what they say style of play does please
Not rash no push over won’t just slash crash like T20 bash does tease
Even when on their knees still busy as bees & GP chances will seize
Punching above weight droll niche cliche no nouveau riche disease
Rather pavlova than palaver mate no rigmarole how we roll us Kiwis
I’ll SIT UNDER THIS TREE HOPING SOMEONE MIGHT STOP AND TALK TO ME
I’M TIRED OF BEING ALONE AND IT’S OH SO LONESOME AT HOME
MAYBE THEY MIGHT CARE AND HAVE A LITTLE TIME TO SHARE
WE COULD GO SIT DOWN IF WE COULD FIND A SEAT SOMEWHERE
I THINK I’LL BUILD A BENCH WHERE WE CAN SIT AND SHOOT THE BREEZE
TALK ABOUT WORLD PROBLEMS AND OUR SORE BACK AND KNEES
WE CAN TELL STORIES AND FIBS EMBELISHING THE PAST
DRAG OUT EVERY WORD TO MAKE EACH SHORT STORY LAST
IF YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO AND NO PLACE TO BE
COME SIT ON MY BENCH THERE’S ROOM NEXT TO ME
I BUILT MY BENCH SO ANYONE CAN FIT
IT’S THE PERFECT PLACE TO REST AND SIT
RELAX A WHILE TAKE A LOAD OFF YOUR FEET AND MIND
ENJOY THE SOLACE THAT’S WAITING HERE TO FIND
IF YOUR LEGS ARE GETTING TOO TIRED WHEN YOU WALK
HEAD BACK TO MY BENCH TO SIT SOME MORE AND TALK
THIS BENCH WILL LAST FOREVER I BUILT IT OUT OF STONE
IT WAS MADE TO BE SHARED NOT JUST SAT ON ALONE
The hardest lesson old age has taught me,
About life is that collateral damage will never let me be.
When I was young collateral damage was not real to me,
It was something dreamed up to by others with no plan B,
Those in Authority who could not see,
That everything should be free,
And no harm should ever come to thee or me,
With all accidents avoidable if they listened to me.
Sadly we all have to make decisions that will not please,
Everyone with whom we chose to shoot the breeze.
And the further up the chain of command we climb,
The more likely someone will lose a limb,
Or a life will be cut short before its time.
Having learnt that lesson,
I say to thee who have not yet had that vision,
Procrastination will only lead to a decision,
That may put more in heaven,
And leave few with a break that is even.
So, when you need to make a decision,
You will know time is never kind to those who are on a mission,
To make every decision,
From, a no one can get hurt, position.
Saturday mornings sure were fun
When you and I would shoot the breeze
Coffee, blanket, stay in bed
Texting back and forth with ease
Tell you something? that I did
Many times a pretty thing
Nothing from inside was hid
What I had was what I'd bring
Some Saturday let's laugh again
They only come but once a week
I'll leave it up to you, if, when
Making smiles is all I seek
I long for you when you're not there
You mean so much to me, and so
I've all the time for you to spare
The best friend I have ever known
i got a ghostly
mostly moist handful of you
i got a mind
that's top heavy with you
it spills over with you
leaks you
I pant like a Parisian poodle for you
my baggy saggy heart
is packed to the hilt with you
my soggy boggy parts
pine for you
you told me to go to hell
and i went for a while
but came back
with a picture of you
tattooed all over my eyes
and
there were hot flames
under my hots
for you
also my burning boots
and socks
this day i dedicate
to my loss of control
my needy desperateness
my unrestraint
my ill-advised
madcap
rash and heedless
love
i celebrate you
and the fact
that you don't give a damn for me
maybe you will come around
change your low opinion of me
shoot the breeze with me
so for now dearest
please put down that shotgun
MY GOD SAYS dedicated to GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRIES
Talk
say (anything/something)
utter
state
My God declares declare
tells
by His voice narrative natures choice
Pronounce articulate enunciate
Vocalize verbalize
Enounce My God says
o have a conversations
"Last time He spoke"
My God says have a conversation with His spirit
talk
My God says have a talk with Jesus
My God says have a discussion
Converse communicate His will His ways
Make conversation with His sounds
Chew the fat/rag His natures eats
My God said natter have a chinwag
Shoot the breeze MY Creator winds
Give a speech give a talk His righteousness walks
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
It sheer is nice to munch all night
and all day, too, with Byron’s crew
of sheep, that is, that wander ‘neath
his walnut grove, that’s old and true.
Hey, baa baa Babe, don’t you run away
you’re missing tons of fresh, green hay
meanwhile baa baa Bob, whose teeth are long
wanders in circles ‘cuz he has brain fog.
Poor baa baa Ben is growing rather bored
he nibbles walnut shells for show and tell
‘cuz he wants the lady sheep to know
he’s available to frolic for a spell.
Yep, it’s real nice to meet and greet
at this sheep convention across the street
to congregate and shoot the breeze
until they get hay fever and suddenly sneeze…
…achoo, baa, baa, achoo!
Remembering my Dad
Walking home in the warm breeze
Wafting memories
As if that same wind
Had blown through our vacations
Places we traveled
When I was little
And we used to go camping
Or other roadtrips
I recalled the Past
Back when it was The Present
How it felt then
When time stood so still
When I wanted to "grow up"
Lacking gratitude
But full of wonder:
With a sky like that, where's God?
He must be up there?
Now I wonder, too,
Having learned more about God
Where is my Dad now?
Did he feel that breeze?
Does he get to shoot the breeze?
Or fly through the breeze?
Ruah: "breath, air wind"
(My big Catechism says)
A comforting thought
It seems like only yesterday
When memories flash through the mind
So near they seem, yet years away
As distant stars are so inclined
They live on in a photograph
It seems like only yesterday
We'd shoot the breeze and share a laugh
And party till the break of day
Memories orbit near they say
And time has left behind its scars
It seems like only yesterday
Destiny glimmered in the stars
We reminisce as years depart
As if to keep the time at bay
We keep memories close at heart
It seems like only yesterday
5-15-2021
Well paint me grateful!
So acclaimed
my gladdened heart
In my modest abode
abundance dwells
and I abound in peace
Content to yield
to the universe's lead
All I ever need
readily resides in me
In this belief
my entire trust I lay
The only snag
an itch I can't reach
brings me down
to my knees in prayer
time and time again
For a healing balm
that calms my qualm
A trusty shoulder
to snuggle under
Gentle when I feel
a wee feeble
Kindness in my
moments of blindness
Patience in my
hour of hesitence
An earthen heart
made to match my own
Together we ground
to the belly of the Earth
as one, to get crowned
two sides to the same coin
An ease to our sync
as we chill and shoot the breeze.
Old Friends
Come, sit with me and share some idle talk,
Of cabbages and kings, of life and death.
Or else, perhaps, opining as we walk,
We could discuss some current shibboleth.
We’ll wile away the day just as we please,
While deconstructing pop philosophy.
No topic is taboo, we’ll shoot the breeze
With politics mixed with theology.
Together we will save the planet Earth,
Preventing climate change from getting worse.
And when we’re done with that, for what it’s worth,
We’ll solve the riddles of the universe.
We’ll talk the talk and talk the walk and then
Tomorrow we will do it all again!
When puppy love nipped at our heels
How we had fun when luv was young
We were yet to know just how love feels
How much it would hurt when heartache stung
Years passed by, we went our ways
Then I met her not long ago
We reminisced on bygone days
Spoke of life, and things, you know
We said goodbye with warm embrace
With longing looks as old friends do
Some other time some other place
We'd shoot the breeze, dinner, a brew?
There's a pot of gold in an old friend
Which you'll find beyond the rainbow's end
3-17-19
Sixty-four Forevermore
By Franklin Price
6/4/2018
Sixty-four forevermore
This month it has been fifty-four
In cap and gown walked down the aisle
The memories still make me smile
Many together all the years
From one through twelve from milk to beers
Sometimes bad but mostly good
Day to day lived as we should
No air condition in the school
To skip a day was sometimes cool
The beach was calling out our name
To not be caught part of the game
On week-end nights a drive-in show
To watch or not you never know
With luck a date to share the scene
Sometimes distracted from the screen
We also met at the tastee-freeze
Or the A&W to shoot the breeze
To see each other and be seen
The dining drive-in had no screen
Spoke to each other face to face
While snacking at a drive-in place
No cell phones then to help our fate
We did not text to find a date
Those were the days at least I think
To friends from then I raise my drink
I toast you all to end this rhyme
Those days I think a better time
Too many obstacles in my way
to get anything done today.
I over slept
called in sick.
Boss got ticked.
Oh well, he'll get
over it.
My head feels like
it's been hit
with a brick.
Stayed up late
to conjugate.
Seeking my soul mate.
Sweet grapes divine,
dranked some wine.
Dazzled the guys on line.
Before I knew it,
was 4 am.
You wouldn't believe
what I saw on cam.
This computer brings out
the devil in me.
I joke around,
shoot the breeze,
to some degree.
I have my limits.
I must admit.
I read your every comment.
I don't care how high your thermits gets !
Your apologies accepted.
And this wine I drink makes me no exception.
brb....I have and interception.
My empty glass needs a refill.
It's better than popping pills
but I won't do things against my will.
Go take a cold shower and chill.
Your charming words are alluring
and so reassuring.
They're as sweet as the wine I sip.
But you need to get a grip !
[A poem to celebrate the 350th anniversary of Newton's discovery of gravity]
Sir Isaac Newton is my name;
I have a certain reputation,
Philosopher of great acclaim
Amongst the proud men of this nation.
With many problems I would grapple,
Not least of which concerned an apple.
I’d often laze beneath the trees
On long and balmy summer days,
And there with friends I’d shoot the breeze,
Expound ideas in many ways.
But then in lone activity
I framed the laws of gravity.
Studying mechanics, optics,
The bible and astronomy;
Also mathematics, physics,
The natural world and alchemy,
My jealous peers, they criticised
And often I was ostracized.
But I was knighted by the Queen
And my inventions gave men hope.
Stars and planets could be seen
With my reflecting telescope –
No rainbow colours to detract.
I’ve made my mark and that’s a fact !
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