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There once was a chick from up north
who harassed, harangued, and so forth
Reports had been filed
evidence compiled
She is 'net restricted henceforth
Bless you my child who is so meek and mild,
Instead of wild and defiled who had beguiled;
A darling dear,
We want near,
So many more great poems she compiled.
Jim Horn
Assurance is compiled
Dancing question spiritualized
Truth is often forgotten
These are the answers to the wise
8/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Fake Data Trump Compiled
Only fake data Trump has compiled;
By him we often have been beguiled;
Know a nitwit,
Who had a fit;
He always does act like a little child.
Jim Horn
Up Everyone Trump Riled
Up as usual everyone Trump had riled,
After reading things that he compiled,
To us occurred,
Completely absurd;
Each profiled person was always defiled.
Jim Horn
Lighting up their world for charm
Newly or fully.
In those unsure, bashful ways.
More provocatively.
Adding up to does each phase
Girl to woman smiled
A lifetime in a month of
The moony-compiled.
With delightful enjoyment
Of euphoria, happiness, and harmony
Compiled of satisfied pleasure
Typically so as to be oblivious
Of everything else
You have peace of mind
With blessed beatitude
And a zestful paradise
Of joyful utopian bliss
Can I say enough?
Compiled and ranked by importance:
Crucial for hot fudge
Companionable with nuts
Chip components of the 20th century's greatest invention - the chocolate chip cookie
Captivating to lovers
Conflicts have been fought over it
flight beyond range
I discover the sun that wanders in tune,
splashing life.
I hear the morning singing merrily
And perceive the fantasy night dancing.
With everything compiled, I wrote poetry... !
COMPILED CONCEPTS
telling
examples
formulate
the exemplar
of
passionate
the
commemorative
consequences
emeshed
in
a superannuated
assortment
of
the stalwart
edifice
enlisted
with distinction
Great Pyramid Of Giza
Hanging Gardens Of Babylon
Temple Of Artemis
Statue Of Zeus At Olympia
Mausoleum At Halicanassus
Colossus Of Rhodes
Lighthouse Of Alexandria
Author;Free Software Foundation
Compiled by;chipepo lwele
PS;The reminder of the 7 Wonders Of
The Ancient World.
Hyperactive child
Furthest from mild
Behaviors often wild
Not meant to be exiled
Comedian keeps me beguiled
Little charmer as he smiled
Attention span not often locked in and dialed
Fiery spirit not meant to be filed
Hearts energy is fully compiled
With oodles of love for my sweet and sour wild child
Her demeanor mild,
Still a tad wild.
She's such a sweet child..
Beauty and charm well compiled.
She is never riled.
Her demeanor mild.
The angels smiled.
Curls that wouldn’t be styled.
Still a tad wild.
She absolutely beguiled.
Her toys neatly piled.
She's such a sweet child.
Shakespeare toiled over double trouble the steam rose from the water in the marsh as the cauldron bubbled, shreds of spirit bound steam tickled ruddy cheeks and sought interminable refuge in the heat, the night rolled over us the stream went silent, the palaver in the morning is of the bead steam-driven and compiled.
Been a while since I last touched this pen,
But you forced it out again.
Poetry, my dark thoughts compiled into one,
These pages weep inside me becoming a time bomb,
So the ink can spread inside of me.
Defined by one hateful remark,
I have to stay down,
Measuring my worth with how you describe me,
Just like how it used to be, again.
BENEATH
Blood streaming down the streets.
Babies screaming, future seized.
I can't find my mum no more,
My sister just buried alive,
My brother being compiled,
My uncle sipping the horror of reality,
And my father just lost love.
Now, I am breathing my last
Tell me the story of peace
Or I may find it beneath,
Where no breath exist.
Donning a vintage coat, boots, hat and all,
the last organ grinder readies his smile,
outside the old age home, heeding love’s call,
to rekindle heart’s joy, for a short while,
triggering memory elders recall,
recounted to young ones, in life’s last mile.
His next stop is for the autistic child,
where he’ll sing songs by God’s angels compiled.
The file is labeled:
“I’m Dead, Now What?"
My wife compiled it knowing that I am ill-prepared.
to run my own life without specific instructions.
She is not dead yet,
not even ill,
even so, voices from her future grave
have begun to haunt me.
Now I am scared to live on after she has gone,
and the voices in my head
seem to be enjoying these thoughts.
Tomorrow marks the
first day of fourth grade
We head to the doctor
We get weighed
At 40 lbs, I am in the fifth percentile
that's a good score, right?
My sad life poems have been compiled into a larger series
The sad life series is followed by
Healing and hardships
The OK times
Splintering
Return
School
School and covid
And finally into 2023
Form:
Living in the shire;
Searching for that ring;
You may have found a lot of things;
But you never kept a thing.
You hid behind a bush;
While purpose you compiled;
Disguised yourself as innocent;
But the dung you left was vile.
And in the fires of your yesterdays;
In the crackles you may hear;
You may live defensively;
But you’ll never beat the fear.
With keen discernment-
I, your Northern Mockingbird,
can recall you as a threat
from past encounters.
Known as 'many-tongued mimic'
I mock the songs of birds and frogs.
My songs are diverse
and long- some twenty seconds-
compiled from the sounds I hear.
Honored and tagged as
State bird for five U.S. States-
you'll find me in books and songs.
The file is labeled: “I’m Dead, Now What”?
My wife compiled it knowing that I am ill-prepared
to run my own life without specific instructions.
Today I have to sign more papers
regarding Wills and Life insurance forms.
I’m thinking of faking my death in a boating accident,
only the boats not paid for and it’s in her name,
so now I am not even fake-dead,
now what?
Consciousness
I slip into the unknown
With clutches to my covers
A breath so slow and mild
The book that did read
Here are the words I have compiled
That’s left me to intrigue
As I sleep a bit in wonder
May the deepest part of me fall under?
I’m taken to place
With mystery, and in space
The only time I rest
A part of this aching quest
Is in suspended consciousness
Today I’m once again thankful for children…
And how with innocence and purity they’ve been kissed
giving them the ability to see and feel things
we adults oftentimes have missed.
Which is why we need to make an effort
as within us more and more years and information are compiled
to try to find that innocence and purity in ourselves…
and if we can’t…
to rediscover it in a child.
That night we shared
lying in the grass,
Not caring that
time would pass.
We kissed in the rain,
my heart had no pain.
It was sweet
a memory I cannot delete.
We laughed and we smiled,
our future memories we compiled
A day that brought us together
even when we had bad weather.
It was perfect to me
as perfect as can be
It was that one day,
that put our true feelings on display.