I somehow keep forgetting
To adjust things for my age,
For things I once did easily
Don’t, at this current stage,
Let me bounce back quite as fast
So that I still feel the effects
Way beyond the time I did them,
Longer than what one expects.
Walking several extra miles,
Which, when walking, felt okay,
Has me totally exhausted,
Though it was the other day.
Sleeping less than what my body
Would prefer has its results,
Something that would never happen
To most younger-type adults.
Eating what I am not used to,
‘Specially if the food is rich,
Or an extra drink at dinner,
Might produce a little glitch.
Many older people fight this,
Since it’s easy to deny
That they need to take things slower;
Now I’m understanding why.
I'm tell'n you bloke, it ain"t no joke,
specially if he's a big and red, and a
Joey's dad..who got him quite
Already mad! Ya may well think when
He's hunkerd down, real low against
The ground, just munchi'n on veg
But geez he's got some edge' so if
You think to applick.? To his ribs a stick?! I advise ya nooo! Do not do that Joe.!!!
Some stand at eight feet nine.' And when
They are in a bind.??? First they tilt the head. Left eye, right eye..Just to sort'a say- see' what'cha do'in ta me.? Then its
Up he'll come skin tight like a drum.' And even
If your name is fred.? Well its now to late to get
To the shed..Its time to ( suck it and see.!)
Immediately...Just in time the earth quake
Happened.' All the bloody roos; just wen't scatter'n God always comes in time, ya know? even saved on a dime, as it goes '
It's the best poetry site in the world, in my view!
Hot soup is highly appreciated specially in the winter season!
I lost my voice, it wasn't my choice
Friends said, "I'll keep an eye out."
Like it's their favorite joke
And I laughed right along with 'em
But it made me think, just for a moment
This must be what it's like
To be born without one
What must it be like
To be born without one
Without a voice, in a noisy world
Where the quiet ones are just ignored
And the loudest ones get all the glory
What must it be like to have no voice
In this world
I have a friend who teaches ASL
To people who couldn't hear it
If a freight train sat down right beside them
And I thought, "How lonely it must feel
To never hear the joke
'Specially when it's on you
My voice'll come back in a day or two
I'll miss it and sharing my point of view
But my friends have heard it
They're happy for the break
And when it's back
I should be a little more eager
To share the voice I have
With someone who has none
To raise the voice I have
For someone who doesn't sound like me
Maybe I could lend an ear, to one whose greatest fear
Is being left out of the conversation
Missing sorrow and elation
Of inclusion and belonging
Someone who's been longing
To belong
Endings like happily ever after must empty the vessel before the cauldron is filled, moil the foiled plot double the witches brew, constable the open air, and ensure the grasses are hewn, the total is specially K and especially after the first wave which thwarts this the souix marble, and underlings parlay.
“Serenity binds the heart and soul
for peacefulness that makes us whole.”
__by Poet
Serenity's comfort- it's stubborn to find,
Especially that which can calm the mind.
Restful peacefulness should be assigned
Eager to leave our huge stresses behind.
Nature can supply the awesome unwind
In the day's sunrise and sunset designed
That calms by glory and peace combined;
Yielding sight's bliss, with serenity twined.
You random, touch me
A true sign you love me.
Beloved, you're the best.
Yeah, I lick my lips
At the thought of a kiss.
You random, pray for me.
You specially pray for me.
My voice gets softer OH!.
I give you eye contact
Beloved, just relax.
I see the God in you,
You pray. The God in me,
Our spirits and souls arise,
We're embraced side by side,
You random touch me.
A true sign you love me,
but love it.
You're the best, yeah.
5/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Sun has risen.
Tis then it spreads.
Specially enthused out of
Earth's shared heart is.
That one atom
Of it, warm pulsed
Is mankind's. The lightest blown!
Songster's? Their's whizz.
B erry tasty; each bite a treat
E specially Deutschland yummy
R eturn for another nutty slice
R egale for my lips and tongue
Y es, all the taste buds stimulate
G o into the local pantry
U se only freshly picked fruits
T ake more than one slice
C an I stay; well at least for now
A m I satisfied; you betcha
K ingly fare, fresh, and mouthwatering
E ssential with cup of coffee
I’ll need some time to right myself, to think.
You asked for verses, specially for you.
I bought this special pen, this hand-made ink.
Your conduct didn’t give the slightest clue
that you were insincere – but insincere’s
too weak a word, for all the harm you’ve done.
I’ve saved these creamy pages now for years,
against the day that they’d be written on.
It’s leather-bound, and silky to the touch.
I love its paper, dignified and plain.
To clasp it shut, a dainty metal clutch
engages with a tiny golden chain.
So now it’s closed to you. And, like myself,
it must go back to sitting on the shelf.
We stood in a circle
And followed along
With the teacher’s instructions.
(I got a few wrong.)
As we tapped and we shuffled,
The mirror revealed
Our successes and failures,
With nothing concealed.
When the music was added,
We got to pretend
We were up on a stage,
But you’d have to suspend
Disbelief for a few of us,
‘Specially me,
For my skills aren’t expert
To any degree.
Yet the melody moved us
And all of us found
Such delight in the tapping
And joy in the sound.
He would leave home, seek adventure, and explore the wide world.
Would it be so hard to remember those who meant the most to him?
Not really, as they would be as close as a finger snap.
He would woo the most beautiful girl and make her his queen.
They would have a big family, and one day grow old together,
that is, until they had an acrimonious divorce.
He would live for his dreams and would fight for his ideals.
So many would be deeply influenced by his groundbreaking work,
specially the policyholders of his employer.
His story would inspire a host of ardent admirers
Hey, what is going on around here? Is there some kind of mix up?
It seems to me that I have been born into the wrong life.
Hallow's Eve here upon us
A specially eerie full moon spooky night
Not for faint of heart
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I love zoological garden, specially gorillas sections!
My gaze is high up above
black as it can be.
Every stars in the sky
are all my tears,
Hung in there patiently
waiting to fall.
In joy and sadness always
come unexpectedly,
Specially when heart is weary
and mind is blowingly blank.
But these stars so heavy
like a world carrying my back.
The annoying background
adds a long look of doubts,
Straight to the road I trod
wagging foot to step in.
The system of this world sigh
me in courage to do full force.
Loading success is a waiting game
of triumph to adversities,
Resting below my knees
is the summation of what's life ahead.
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