“If you do a little wee
Upon your lemon tree
It might not smell beaut
But it’s good for the fruit.”
So I did a little wee
Upon the lemon tree
The grass it did burn
But I did not learn.
It seems our dog came
And did much the same
This was not funny
And smelled like a dunny.
My wife saw red
And donged my head
With a rolling pin
For my gardening sin.
So learn from my mistakes
For goodness sakes
And never ever wee
On your lemon tree.
* But because citrus are "nitrogen-hungry" plants, a diluted application can boost growth and fruit production. For best results, dilute 1 cup (don't use your wife's measuring cup) of urine in 1 gallon of water, or apply it sparingly around the root zone rather than directly on the trunk.
Prioritize, priory.
Thy job to house the priest.
Recognize, rail, recently.
Beast, prepare the feast...
End. Everything has one?
Well, maybe. Who's to say?
Bullet magic, jumped from gun?
Hound, astound and bay.
Flickering the frosty fog?
Winter, on the road?
Lost, O traveler? Deep that bog!
Fade, fail, fiery, flowed!
Core, thy strength. Languor, thy length.
Grimace as you grip.
Water, weather, wit, wavelength.
Quahog, how you quip.
Sparingly? Cheap. Mountain, steep?
Clear me at one leap.
Rubbish bin, heap of sleep keep?
Boneyard, creep thy seep!
Golem, goals. Dead men, thy shoals.
Sandbar, ships. Done in?
Glowing from thy heat, O coals?
Eyeballs, pine to pin!
Sacrosanct, sound? Talking, trees?
Soul, ears to the breeze?
Satisfied, O deepest freeze?
No use saying please?
Treason, hast thou reason?
Panic, candlestick?
Silver, seen thy best season?
Chewed down to the wick...
Tea bags and wet dog, crossword ink on fingertips.
Chocolate biscuit wrappers, garden pond algae.
Hairspray that held those curly grey locks in place. Regal.
Scents mixed and shaken,
ground and stirred – a dusting of her
that wafts through air like a time
machine, shuttling me back to a
bowling alley, a country show digging
up worms. A couch that sighed Scottish
stories from tartan cushions. Vegetable broth.
I’d bottle it. I’d use it sparingly.
Red carpet occasions only.
Or for our backyard patio boardgames.
.
follow'd by thuh
Tearz
Sparingly
Yet
There were
Tearz
i
Imagine
i
With land
Rushing waterz
Fromg
my
Heavenly Father
Gifts
And you
His unto
i
Bliss
Leaving Tipperary behind
the rolls of greenery industrial
findings fields of yellow catering
to my innermost calm I’d always
remember my home in Mason
thee unforgettable rebellion
costly revolution the insurgents
blocking broken roads rushing
over cattle filled lands beholden
to a quiet comfort so well hidden
beneath the hillsides where
Gaelic melodies sang out above
the melancholy mountain tops
tis behind me now morning glories
bloom sparingly across wide open
plains peeking between the wondering
shadows of the beaming sunlight
Libelous, slanderous speech
singes the fuzz off of the peach
Gossip and tale-bearing crooked ears reach
no thanks to the mouth of the human leech…
Speech is God’s greatest gift to man
employed sparingly it can
Elevate us to the highest heights
sacred spaces of brilliant light
My day began with mommy
making beef patties all morning
I helped cutting the veggies for
the curry soup while sipping ginger
beer I remembered the curry for her
special curry goat we were preparing
for her sisters to visit from Trench town
my head spending day dreaming about it
anything other than our family tradition
the Caribbean bakery we were the
descendant no if ands or buts about
granddad made home made gingerbread
cookies while uncles peeled sugarcane
the elders brought raw cocoa from the
Mahogany trees coconut husks hung
sparingly as we drank coconut milk
while the storms brewed over the
shanty town of Kingston the cock
crowed throughout trench town as my
cousins played keyboards and guitars in the
street to the the sweetest sultutry sound of
St Elizabeth infamous Caribbean beat
In loving memory of Dad
Caribbean Bakery 1539 Howard street
Chicago Illinois..
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Words are the enemy
till sparingly used
And weighted with meaning
beyond p’s and q’s
They serve to release us
with imagery plain
Expanding the message
—in pointed refrain
(Bryn Mawr College: November, 2023)
Beloved:
Are we Sowers are we harvesting seeds.
We go planting. Jesus
often compared to the
FATHER COME TOUCH AND SOFTEN THE HEARTS-
Kingdom of God with good soil.
Here in this world,
we spoil phenomenally.
God touches the heart
hardened man's part
He plowed He softens the land
mass of harden hearts.
if we be His good stewards we apply Himself
FATHER COME TOUCH AND SOFTEN THE HEARTS-
in ourselves, be His hands and feet.
The point is this:
Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparely, and whoever's Souls bountifully will also bountifully"
~
"Those who are peacemakers will plant seeds of peace and reap Harvest of righteousness"
God's word leads us to Jesus
~So Sowing and Reaping~
FATHER COME TOUCH AND SOFTEN THE HEARTS-
11/2/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
2Corinthians 9:6
James 3:18
The taste of vanilla lingers on my lips, long after we kiss,
The flavor of her love, always at the tip of my tongue,
The curvature of her shape flows elegantly,
Her skin feels smooth and velvety as my hands pour over her,
The warm and creamy undertones of her lightly roasted complexion are delightfully beautiful,
She's as light hearted and mild-mannered as blonde espresso,
I drink from her sparingly, consuming her body in sips,
Short, tall, grande, or venti, she's always fulfilling,
and still my craving for her is never quite satisfied,
Having never felt the overmastering effects of love,
I can only imagine how it must feel,
but my thirst for it is so unquenchable,
that I taste it, see it, and feel it, in everything,
even in something as unassuming as this Iced Blonde Vanilla Latte.
My time to heal
my time to grow
I am abundant
this I know
I am a mighty force
I have cried
Yet I have laughed
I have spoken
But I have listened
I have harvested hope
planted seeds sparingly
I have moved mountains
while singing hymns
I have dance as, I have kneeled
I have crawled, I have fallen
I have triumph
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
9-9-2023
2:16 am
I have led, I have followed
I have whispered, I have screamed,
I have awakened, I am me, this is my time
My time seek, my time to find Me
The assumption with gumption
is that its meant for
general consumption.
But like a spice
it should be used sparingly,
for that which spurs us on to dare and dream,
It takes chutzpah, bravery and temerity
to be willing to take on
the necessary risks entailed
with audacity, guts and tenacity.
Its gumption consumption,
without interruption,
that gets the job done.
Although you are free to swear,
you’d best do so sparingly.
Sometimes when I’m glaring at
things, beams escape me; you don’t want that!
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last kloang for the day...
Leaving the train left us rattled
braising sounds abruptly heightened
my senses measured completely
beneath sullen moments within
quiet calmness thee essence of
Arlington cemetery the hidden forestry
catering to tiny mounds and trees
industrial findings nestled crawdads
flew out sparingly creating winged mesh
emptiness covered in insects flesh
Take all your vitamins and meds, twice a day
Exercise often, don't just 'play'
Eat healthy foods, but sparingly
No caffeine ever after mid-day
Regular visits, doctor and dental
And don't forget to check the mental
Make sure you're insured: life, health, house and car
Work long and hard hours, you're not a rock star
Constantly check your emails, texts and twitters too
Don't neglect your cousins in Kiev and Timbuktu
Inspect the a/c, heater, all vents and sump-pump sure enough
Use color-coded folders for your financial records and stuff
Now just follow these simple regulations and rules
And don't sweat the sleep ~ you insomniac, you
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