Short Whose Poems
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Hand a needy man a thousand bucks a month
~ he'll never want to work
With such beauty
She out to be used to
It by now
But as she walks
It all shakes
She looks like a mistake
I’m about to make
a single cuckoo - -
two tiny sparrows feed the
big chick in their nest
written 25th February for Constance's Spring Birds contest
Humans are supposed to be
the most intelligent animal on earth
so why does the human race have
the inability to look after planet earth
To those who would imprison me,
I know it's because you are not free.
In prison walls, I'm surrounded,
yet my heart and soul - unbounded.
Dogs obey,
Cats defer,
the difference something grand
Loyalty wags
its loving tail
—as purring hides the fangs
(Dreamsleep: June 2021)
The rhyme,
my consort
The meter,
my friend
The music,
my mistress
On whose love,
—I depend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
There once was a wife who scolded
All her notes to her hubby were bolded
He weathered her nagginess
Owned his inner fagginess
Worked out fine. Is that too cold, Ed?
" Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not"
His Heavenly garden
Seemed a loss –without someone to share--
The birdsong missing was, he thought, the
Lack of nagging in his ear.
Which one is your child? I ask
I turn and see the Minnie Mouse Hat
And the professor glasses
A red polka dotted bow cinches this baby's identity
I do not need to see anything else
Parson Whose Sermon Cotained Arson
Should have heard sermon from the parson;
Would be hot and set you on fire like arson;
Could make you laugh as if Johnny Carson.
Jim Horn
All night I dream of life without wife,
Peaceful and heavenly, without any strife .
No scolding, no nagging,
Like ‘sake’ I’m having.
Alas! Its morning and gone my life.
Dt. 23/02/14
A ridiculously stupid silly idea to one
Might be a stupendous, brilliant idea to another
Possibility thinkers see a lot of positive optimism
In concepts that other people might totally miss
we've a crazy
bull frog in our
pond for when
you come upon
our pond to take
a peek or a look
see he doesn't
startedly leep
he
ever
so slowly
sinks like an
alligator in his pond
Form:
~ what does come first the chicken or the egg ?
Humanity and scientists wonder, I know what comes first first is ..............God!
5/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Action, desolation, and desolation.
Doors shrink, shrunk!
Doors struck, locked
Let me in, let me in
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK-KNOCK WHOSE THERE
8/3/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
<>WazZ up
GOD N JESUS
~
WazZ down
Below terrain placement burning flame
Devil Lucifer N them- demons...
4/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
When God says, step forward
Why do you think, you coward
Fires, Bullets, Cliffs, or torrents
Whatever they be the moments
Do it but find out
A step before it
It was God our Lord
Whose voice you heard
Whose got the money honey?
Raining debt is just not fun
Have you got the money honey?
Rebecca's farm no longer sunny.
Whose got the money honey?
Could it be the Easter bunny?
Whose got the money honey?
whose bliss is this
when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge
a wild and roving gypsy girl
this pagan wench becomes
and takes me to the byroads
where fauns and satyrs run.
Is the right proprietary?
Is arrogance ordained?
Who gets to decide?
Who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric?
The critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry?
Whose blood has left a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Who said cleanliness is
Next to godliness?
Who said were there's
Muck there's brass?
Who said hard work
Never killed anyone?
I work in muck,
I've Got no brass,
I work hard, and it's killing me.
Better keep myself clean,
for my sake.
Is the right proprietary,
is eloquence ordained?
Who gets to decide,
who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric,
the critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry
—whose blood leaves a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Poetry is my voice
and your being
is my everyday inspiration.
In you, I felt
the Unseen.
Nothing, not even
my awards,
can match the great happiness
you brought into my life.
You’ll always be in my heart.
--
A tribute to poet Ernilando Tugaff
Like the stars whose fires unfold,
its great fury goes not untold;
as the force of its mighty face
moves in all things, all time and space,
and pulls on worlds one by one
like planets that circle the Sun
so, too, are we pulled in its sway,
feeling its might from far away.
Form: