The Sitter
There it is
Sitting in the old wicker chair
Grinning its foul slavering grin
It moves nothing than its face.
Every night it appears
Until waking and shaking
I reach for the pull light string
It then evaporates at pace.
I will take the chair back
With its eviction will go the glob
Never more to appear
With its evil sneer
Its cynical jeer
I will not fail in the execution of the job
I will not ever again fall into the snare
Of buying an antique second hand chair!
Wind sitters plunked themselves down in wheat fields every spring
This one had a seasoned look, we knew knowledge she would bring.
She had a kind face. Her skin was thin and heavenly white.
Her eyes were azure, and she wore flowers in pinks; she felt all right.
We sat down beside her, putting our clothes around ourselves.
She felt mysterious, her mystique was whispered to us by the elves.
The faeries too were delighted with this beautifully calm wind sitter.
Without saying a word, my attitude and mood became a little less bitter.
I had to be much bitter,
Sure of the two The Fitter...
Away hours he'd fritter
On some spot steady sitter,
Never chats ends with Rita,
Engulfed in things that glitter
Fears of what in me bitter
I could betray as a hitter,
Peter dropping like litter
And never picking him up
An "I shan't - have - again pup"
So, its a lucky Peter,
For whom things have been neater.
He said “get a sitter’
She knew it was too late
“Come on! He urged her. “This will be great!”
He wanted to rekindle the kind of love they used to have.
Before they became parents and got stagnant and boring.
She would have liked that too, but her dream was of snoring.
She felt hurried and irritated.
He was angry that his dream she disintegrated.
We could have a stay-cation here, she offered.
Getting a sitter is way too hard, but it would be fun.
So he got his mother, who was the right one.
The result of the romantic vacation was later found to be twins.
“Don’t expect me to watch four!” His mother told them.
So now many stay-cations were about to begin.
Get a sitter Daddy said.
Mom tried the four they knew.
None would come back.
We had played the trick on all of them.
We are identical twins.
One of us would yell “Sissy is running away!”
The sitter would chase them from front door to back door.
Once the twin was inside, the other twin would lock the back door too.
Both twins in.
Baby sitter outside.
The baby never
sits...Neither
do I
SheRab was the logical choice to watch my kittens
Born in the Year of the Rabbit.
Highly intelligent, she understood their immaturity
Mistakes they might make before becoming hares
But what kind of a doe goes off and leaves her kits? My man asked.
He has no idea that I am terrified of my baby’s willfulness.
They can be destructive and vengeful.
Born in the Year of the Rabbit.
Three lucky days each month, and if I am fortunate
They will appear on weekends.
The rest of the time I am trusting them to SheRab
For she had a similar kindling.
She will treat my kittens as if they are her own baby rabbits.
I leave them eagerly, knowing she will be affectionate and kind
And she can match their intelligence with her own.
The wisest choice a mother can make
When she is born in a different Zodiac sign.
My hemorrhoid
cushion
looks a lot like
our black cat
curled up
on my recliner
So, I am
always
worried about
sitting
on her
Although
she would
be soft.
Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;
what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Being a middle child
Made my temperament mild
And not so demonstrating
But some would think off-putting
But it is not a popular place
When the world appears in a race
And sitting on the fence
Is one made for defence and not offence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The Sitter
They rushed me in.
I had no time to prepare.
Talk they said.
Entertain.
We will not be... long,
it was a song.
Fear.
My first response.
Prayer,
should have been.
In the end,
adrenalin and panic
gave way to remembered
moments with my own mother.
Shadow puppets on the wall.
A pen to draw...
even more on hands...
All laugh.
All around.
A telephone joke,
that changes as it moves along.
How silly?
A single piece of paper,
turned into a time machine for the fingers,
and a rocket to the moon.
Ripped apart a snowstorm.
Torn apart... coconut strips to feed monkeys,
in the far islands of Coco-mo.
They left to have fun,
but had no idea;
that the real stuff was still at home.
Funny faces,
secrets, and whispers...
whiskers on cats,
and dogs that swim laps.
Life is better here than there.
The beginning,
but never the end.
I'd go to church
Every Sunday
Often find myself there
On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Friday
oh! what am I but just a glorified Church goer;
A modified, glorified, pew sitter;
Oh! God, help me, Lord;
I don't wanna be just a pew sitter;
Praising you inside this church building;
whom am I but just a forgiven sinner;
I should be more than a pew sitter;
When I leave a church I should be a soul winner;
Not just a holy than tho! Christian just chilling;
oh! what am I but just a glorified Church goer;
A modified, glorified, pew sitter;
Oh! God, help me, Lord;
I don't wanna be just a pew sitter;
I need to be the church, be uplifting;
Be a witness, be forgiving;
Feed the poor, help the elderly;
Be the eyes, hands and feet of God;
Be all I can be;
oh! what am I but just a glorified Church goer;
A modified, glorified, pew sitter;
Oh! God, help me, Lord;
I don't wanna be just a pew sitter;
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
A friend in need
Is a friend indeed.
Working together
we succeed.
Unable to use
arms and feet
or voice, he
can complete
An email or
ask for more
of peach tea
or more from me.
He is a friend.
We get along.
His body's weak.
His mind is strong.
His good humor
strengthens me.
I am blessed,
undoubtedly!
The singles ad pointed out to her was beautifully written.
Even though married, bored, Shelly was instantly smitten.
She told some big lies, so she could meet her soulmate.
They had a meeting place, and she agreed to be there by eight.
Her husband would watch their six children, of course.
He never had anything to do, if he was not on duty on the force.
He came in and said, "I have to go out, honey."
She said, "call a sitter, we have plenty of money."
She had primped and she looked her most darling best.
She was out the door, before he could do a single protest.
He called the sitter, and plucked his eyebrows. Looked his best.
Ran to the restaurant, for his meeting, felt it was duly - blessed.
He had prayed that morning for the woman of his dreams.
She was already sitting when he arrived, to her screams.
It was his darling wife, who had answered his ad.
They had the best date in years, maybe the best they had ever had.
"Walk by the beach, and hold your lover's hand?"
She smiled and whispered, "and dance to a band"
They laughed at their silliness, in love once again.
Nine months later they had a girl and boy twin.
Mama mallard
Shaped like a well-sailored ship
From Columbus' voyage
With a flipped up tweakable tail
Enjoying motherhood
Followed by five ducklings,
Quacking and cavorting
Livening up pond
Feathers shining,
Proud beak,
Sharp black eyes,
missing nothing.
Helping ducklings
Gain confidence they will need
to raise their own ducklings.
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