Short Bout Poems
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'
'tiz up
'fore mine
think
I HEARD A STORY
BOUT A MAN NAMED JESUS
HE CAME FROM GLORY
TO SAVE US ALL
HIS WORDS INSPIRE
THEY CAUSE US TO WONDER
A MAN FROM GLORY
I LOVE THE SOUND
Seems a programmer wrote him some code
and then told it, Produce me an ode!
His efforts, mispent
for to his lament,
all its praises were to his commode!
He Was
All Cowboy
With No Hat.
I'd Kindly
Invite You
In For A Chat.
I Don't Know
If A Cat Can
Talk, But...
I Don't Have
A Cat.
Don't Bust
Anything.
.
here
tip
mine tongue
yesss
even
'bout it's girth
her love
every last
word
Got snow overnight, 'bout a foot
Not civilized, it's dangerous underfoot
Really should expect it
It's Canada, I checked
Santa Clause lives here, he ain't no pussyfoot>center>
Fun playing with you
Every new day
Together
Laughing
Sharing
Dreaming
Happy that
What developed
Will last a lifetime
Butterfly - my own style of 5,4,3,2,2,2,3,4,5 syllables, no rhyme
One, Two, Three-Jesus loves me;
Four, five flown in the skies;
Six, seven come out from heaven;
No I am ready to die;
Sure bout’ the rapture?
6/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Come quick. I’ve a limerick ‘bout a hick
Christened Billy Bop Be-bop; now his dick
It was sort of gigantic
Daisy thought it romantic ~
Though one look at it and Daisy got sick
Your song, your laugh
they're music to my ears
high pitched, not in tune
but i just love to hear it
your jokes aren't funny
but i laugh anyway
i don't know, i can't tell
'think i'm under your spell
.
what happenz in
vegas
stayz twixt
mine'd
.
poof
poof
tap tap
poof
"here's a towel
edvard"
.)
.
quintessential
hern
mitt's digits
stroll mine dome'z
mane
purrrz
'round the sand
mine think's
see
hern digit's fangz
stroll mine
ribz
okay cowboy
that
sh!t
"tickles"
Peaceful battles fought
With no enemy aside,
Friends you trust never.
Wartime of peace
Moments of joyous sorrow:
Jolt of the mire.
A race for life,
A ring with no boxers,
Bout of no sense.
Wartime of peace
Is a seasonal murder:-
No foes in sight.
When I'm old heartbreak
While I'm young many mistakes
When I'm old physically dying
While I'm young tears I said I'm crying
Worth waiting for
Salvation
More valuable
My soul
Guess I'm just daydreaming again
11/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
SO GRATEFUL SOMETHING BOUT YOUR LOVE- -
Something about your love[
It's powerful
And oh, Lord my God
I am grateful, so grateful;
Merciful, glorious
Something about your love[
It's powerful
And oh, Lord my God
I am grateful, so grateful;
2/28/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
Unrighteous Prideful Talk Bout MYSELF
"conceited talks bout oneself with his breath, allow others to praise you"
9/4/18
Proverbial Monoku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
17 syllables
inspired from PROVERBS 27:2 LET ANOTHER MAN PRAISE THEE,AND
NOT THY OWN MOUTH A STRANGER AND NOT THINE OWN LIPS.
Bicycles go around, then a car.
A red car with yellow and white lights.
Yellow streaks, oh actually,
They are quite like an alveolus.
What fun looking at a single speck of
The city or village or town!
Friends of leaves skip around
And race their fellow buddies,
While another white car sweeps the
Concrete day-dreaming in the winter sun.
Speaking of Love
While at the high school meeting
I was talking amongst friends.
When my friend asked me about
My wife…..
He asked me if she was still committed.
Then, I answered……
I said yes,
She was committed twice..
Gary Fields
your friend in the/pen
This jive
You call
Jazz, well, my
Mama use to say,
It sounds more
Like pots
And pans
Just ripping and
Damn running down
These streets
Boy, you better
Learn how to read
This music and tell
People somethin’ ‘bout us colored folks
Cleo, dat Banjo and dem bongo drums
Come straight out of mother Africa
We like to improvise and harmonize that
Funky off rhythm beat
Coloured and in cascades, there's foam on the falls,
Elliptical dome shaped..almost perfect circles are recalled
Haven of childhood and sanctuary gained, ephemeral beauty
its existance proclaims, against backdrops on dewdrops in
rain on the leaves, bubbles are forming in torrents and streams
in my bathtub they a'wait me..under billows of steam..!
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Eyes of stark stiff doubt
Of The Win to clinch
After his Third Bout
No victorious inch
His rival quite out
To him reach and pinch!
Lips free with a pout
From pains of a gout:
A loss to a lout
Would Happiness rout …
What rules now to flout
For he can’t be out?
This idiot to rout!
Cheating for ‘A Lamp’
To see to being Champ
Not this Guy from Swamp
With Armpits The Damp.
Fortuitous
having hands to hold
onto memories,
yet no mouth to speak of them
Blind
to mistakes repeated,
yet showering the world
in tainted images
Even the mirror
holds onto half-smile secrets
(jealously)
Each a photo-copy,
fading to motes in twinkling eyes
Sitting astride Mobius circle
always thinking,
finality is a bend away
and yet,
I always
finish where I
began.
.
once ya know
I stayed
in Nevada
rough
feminine
tough
ranchers
yet
soft I found
their
love
I wanted to talk about their
grit
they
theirn
t!ts
I had a dream about Mama today ;
The smell of her like Jerkins lotion;
I remembered every word she said in all ways;
Dreamt bout mama
Her voice like a Sunday school devotion;
Her red Auburn hair
Her visage no longer a blur;
of this I was truly sure;
God granted me this View cause He cares;
1/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Written in poetry form of "Quatrain" Form