Sprightly walk on landing,
then I step down each rung,
with habitual due dispatch,
an enthusiastic heart beats,
mind awash with apt fervour,
whilst fixating on elation,
that weaves rose bud tints,
to dawn townscape purliue,
on a fair earthborn agenda,
whose brief a germ kernel,
mission sprouting benign,
seeds among the coterie,
red sunrise street dwellers,
who sense crimson aura,
a fond radiant saunterer,
that tonic touchstone,
oops .. watch the last step
Donald Trump's in trouble
He does not know what to do,
He is too sick to govern
His whole life has gone askew.
The people who surround him
And advise him every day,
Are not patriotic,
Their only interest is in their pay.
Money, Money, Money
They cannot get enough,
They are not concerned
With any moral value stuff.
They have no time to think,
Of any other things
They are fully occupied,
By pulling Donald Trump's strings
This is becoming easier,
Now that the President is ill,
He is too sick to govern
This is a sad and bitter pill.
His staff shows no compassion,
For the position Trump is in.
He needs guidance and direction.
To do nothing is a sin.
He should step down now.
With the encouragement of all,
It would be a way how to
Show some dignity after a fall.
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear gas, pellet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs; the world falls apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices go unheard
Wishes fade and blur
Every heart has become a graveyard
Sweet melodies step down
As Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed away
By the deluge of tears
The soul of Humanity becomes a prey
To the endless wild forest of wars
While atrocities have robbed
Jaws of their smiles...
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yes, perhaps for you,
For you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Oceans of blood,
barren trees, burnt houses,
Tear-filled eyes, and shattered bodies.
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place!
Yet, our only home,
Our only hope....
Green, Green, Grass with Mozzies.
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the plane
And there to meet me is a squadron of Mozzies
Down the road they look and there runs James
Scratching, scratching, Mozzie bites all aflame
But it's good to see the green, green grass of home
Yes, they've all come to greet me
Wings buzzing, my blood so sweetly
But it's good to see the green, green, grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old palm tree that I used to play on
Down the road they look and there runs James
Scratching, scratching, Mozzie bites aflame
But it's good to see, the green, green, grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
At the four walls that surround me
And I see that I haven't been dreaming
For in front of me there's a Pharmacy Lassie
Offering creams for biting Mozzies
But it's good to see the green, green grass of home
Yes, they still come to greet me, as I sit under my favourite palm tree
Beside the green, green, grass of home.
Written to the tune of the 'Green Green Grass of Home' - Tom Jones.
a house and it's dog
I had a cottage out in the sticks, the home
was built on a slant and had steps into every room
from the kitchen to the hall was
three steps down
Two steps down, the bathroom to the right,
was one step down
To the room where I wrote was
Also, two steps down, but my bedroom
was one step up
This is romantic when one is young, but
But with elderliness a burden
Then my dog died in a silly accident
But I woke up in the night and heard someone walking
to the door of my bedroom to see if I
Ok, when I switched on the light, I saw
her shadow disappears
I got up, called her name, hoping she
had not died, even though I saw
dead body, I didn't like my house anymore
I met a woman
I met a woman ot the cuddly kissing type
I sold my house and live in a big flat
Late at night, after a glass of wine and
There is silence. Bambi, my dog, still visits
to see if I'm ok.
Time to step down
You sad little clown
Now on, this is my bloody town.
Step back, don't be smart
I will tear you apart
All brawn, no head, no heart.
You're a fool, All can see
Now is time. Bend the knee
Leave now. Countdown on three.
I warned you, you got shot
Coming in all hot
A moment that will never be forgot.
What comes around comes around
Troubles now you have found
I told you, this is my bloody town!!!
How to find real Heaven to exist ?
Heaven is an abode to chase evils
Perfect civilisation will persist
only on destruction of the devils.
Heaven can step down really on Earth,
when humans will honour moral values
pursuing truth and honesty in mirth.
Those are primary Universal views.
We are for all, we are for each other
No discrimination will be allowed.
Human beings are birds of same feather.
Always equality to be followed !
Heaven is real for love, compassion.
That's the ultimate realisation.
newness calms new day
season dawns a little dot
moves cross the pavement
don't move or step down
this dot a spring baby ant
from concrete to grass
4/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
The light retreats and its elements step down,
Shadows grow longer and stand bolder.
There’s an awakening and an emergence.
Time opens another door.
Mysteries traverse and converse.
The soul encounters the dark tides.
February 19, 2025.
When the prince first stood naked before his new bride,
his disappointed was a little hard to hide.
Had he given all those red rubies
just to get these tiny little boobies?
Squire! Get the horses ready! We're going for a ride!"
When the princess first saw the prince's little wiener,
her pretty face betrayed an instant change in her demeanor.
She thought with a frown,
“This is a big step down.
I saw much bigger dicks when I was a teener.”
Dear dumbbell,
I can remember the first time
I held you in my hands.
Two 5-pound weights - small, yes,
But if you can remember,
I was seven.
My father, forty-six and still going,
Introduced me to you.
I was young, and wasn’t as dedicated.
Not as I am now.
He loves you
Just as much as me.
Maybe more.
If I’m being honest,
You saved us both.
When I’m in the gym, it’s the only place
I feel at peace. Powerful, and after all
In pain, isn’t there strength?
The more I use you, the more it hurts
But
The more it hurts, the more I use you.
Some judge me for loving you.
My own mother
Calls it unladylike.
If delicate, fragile, tiny, is
Ladylike
Then I think I’ll be a brute.
Every time
I step down, enter your home’s dark embrace,
Calm washes over me, comfort in knowing
I am strong.
And every time I don’t,
I regret it.
This is a thank you,
A promise
That because of what you gave me,
I will give you my
All.
The road looked so long
As if it had no end
But it had been travelled before
And it will be travelled again
All it would take is curiousity
The urge to do something
And the feeling that you are special
You know that first step is the hardest
Luckily the later ones will be easier
The experiences will mystify you
Pulling you into your imagination
Your thoughts running wild
Changing your reality
And maybe your ideas about life
So, take the first step down that road
And see the person you can become
© Poem – VIII/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
A step down the downright cone.
Praying a peace tends the toans.
At the creaking arch of every boan,
a higher pitch, take the tones.
Tones taking a piece for peace.
Screaming, 'walk upright, please’.
my arm is tender
my leg is sore
hobbling and limping
shall I tell you more?
my ankles are killing me
dual arthritis you see
each step down
brings a giant frown
I’m falling apart
a pain in my heart
seventy-one
is no fun
So Trump’s been shot, the circus goes on
The campaigns continue, the amusement’s gone
What will happen next, will Biden step down
Will the DNC implode, will the country break down
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DNC = Democratic National Convention
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