As the clouds part the sky
It makes me think of a time
How thing’s aren’t like they are now
When time didn’t stop on a dime
Still the days go on by
Just like they always do
I wish I was able to unsee the things i can’t undo
Almost everywhere we pass
We see ungodly things
The devil’s surely stronger
Than what some people believe
Some won’t quit doing drugs
Let alone stop taking a drink
So, wake up with a full heart
You should count your blessings twice
The devil’s playground is open
The gates are spread wide
Oh, how I wish this was different times
Remember 'Pennies from Heaven'
Nickels are next
Poetry time
Every line chimes
Stop on a dime
A buck for a rhyme
What’s a meta for
Similes are, like, a bore
A terzanelle’s attractive
Tho a villanelle’s more proactive
Witches vex trochaic pentameter
Curse iambic HEXameter
Traditionalists eschew free verse
Blank verse is that much worse…
Romance, a hackneyed chore
While humor is adored
Satire rates high too
Tear-jerkers ~ boo-hoo
Poetry time
Elbow grease and grime
Lines sparkle and shine
Craftsmanship sublime
Just who we are, we may not know
We’ve traveled far, but more to go
I think we’re lost, but maybe not
At any cost, use what we’ve got
Report the time, and send the mail
Stop on a dime, when ideas fail
We lost the day, we cost the man
What will we say, do what we can
It seems to me, no matter what
Some things will be, some things will not
You search and seek, try not to fail
The boat may leak, but on we sail
So busy life, goes on each day
With daily strife, we find our way
It’s never clear, we’re never sure
With trembling fear, we will endure
Writing poems without rhyme
Why stop on a dime
to return to the rhythm, to the beat
of words set to time
What are ya gonna bring
That same ol thing
Or that home run swing
The crack of the bat
To let them know where your at
That you're not afraid to be all that
You think you can be
To stand tall and free
Let all to see
The glorious path you will take
No intent to fake
To face what's at stake
To make them stop on a dime
Traveling down the path of time
To cross whatever line
They have drawn in the sand
To strike down their hand
To be more than they could ever stand
A rhino's eyesight is really myopic,
Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic.
His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime,
He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime.
The projection that grows
On the end of his nose
Is not really a horn, though,
As one might suppose.
And when he needs scratching,
There's another small hitch,
His legs are too short
So he can't reach the itch.
He's ugly, pugnacious,
Rude, and unsociable,
And his manners at mealtime
Are simply atrociable.
And should you insult him,
He'll never reveal it.
His hide is so thick
He prob'ly won't even feel it.
Finding peace in the things I do
So many things not enough time
Aspirations are what I view
Like a mountaineer ready to climb
Motivated by the things my mind sees
moving quickly yet stop on a dime
My workshop like a hive ready for bees
Materials, tools, and ideas, no confine
Like an arborist climbing the tallest trees
Seeing ideas that are so much like mine
Blending them all to make something new
knowing that any new idea will be fine
Unlimited hours are down to a few
I must eat and sleep to keep up my health
Balancing obligations I have too
Knowing the outcome is spiritual wealth
Wondering if I really have any clue
Working slowly and then with more stealth
For creating is the way to myself I stay true
I'm not on the cusp; I'm made of the first decan
Can't stop on a dime; it's a fully loaded train
Emotions flow next to the blood; in every vein
So all the tricks they tried; did nothing; had ill affects
Called back and lied; about the results and side effects
Or about the time you lose; when they ride you hard, and yet it still leaves you old; or dead
Relayed the sadness, your bareback in an all-out sprint; no going back, only ahead
Pity; there's no such thing; as building a healthy wall; just to tear it down
Inside; no place left to fall; when your back's already, staked out on the ground!
Oh please; my forgiveness is freezing cold, it can't be bought or sold; bring on the next round!
I love the rise of the ocean
the hidden secrets of it's life
the highs and lows of the tides
the music as they crash
The silent mingle of the tide
upon it's shore and
the disappearance of
millions of sand granules
recycled back into it's depth
dark blue rolls out
as fast as it rolls in
it doesn't stop on a dime
life it takes into it's watery grave
life it gives to every creature within its grasp
Come All You terrorists rally cry
Come all you haters cattle call
Come All ye religious fanatics
Come all men to the lake rivers
Let's fish go to the weary
Come to the poor go to the this place
People come young and poor
Let us go to the rebels go to the saints
Come to the harvest enjoy
Autumn grapes splash up mash up
The fruits of your labors smash up the potatoes
Pour on the gravy stop on a dime
Sop up those juices all around your plate
Eat the full blessings at the Lord's supper
Come less congregate
10/18/17
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2017, 2020
How can we ever fully
count the cost
When your life-long goals
seems t'have been lost
Can really be the person we
know that we should
Or change our coarse &
get back to good
They say Jr. you just
have to make up your mind
But how? When it looks my chances
have been left behind
In so, where do you find a smile
to put on your face?
When the truth is on the inside it
feels I've fallen from Grace
Lord will I ever be able to find
my way back home
Or stay stuck in this place where
hope is dead and gone
Wouldn't it be easier to just turn
back the hands of time
Or maybe cause a train to
stop on a dime
Should I just quit & throw up
my hands
Or cry out to Jesus & finially
take a stand
Learning that if I fall to
get back up again
And that if I pray without
cease the devil can never win
Reach out to God knowing He'll
take me by the hand
Then show me how to live &
finally be a man!
The Wonder Mobile broke today
Of course it would happen
Why wouldn’t it
4 cylinders running on 3
Getting out to push probably much faster
Poor little Corolla
It had a hard life.
Neglected some love’n
It pees all over, grumbles when it starts
Brakes kind of funny, but the horn is loud
Might not stop on a dime
But you will hear me coming
Washed twice in 11 years
Driven around the block to go next door
Years of waking up in wonder
Will my car start today?
Am I catching the bus today?
It all caught up to me today
Maybe I will drive to the Ferrari lot
Trade it in, what can I get
Maybe I will humble myself
Fix the Wonder Mobile
Give it some love’n
And wash it a third time
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True story, my car really did break today.
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Tragedy struck
Didn't see that truck
Was traveling way too fast
Didn't feel that blast
Crashed around the bin
Left a pile of tin
Used the jaws of life
Other driver wsn't coming home to his wife
Hope his family can forgive me
I lost control and couldn't see
Wrapped around a tree
He didn't see me
Never had a chance
Didn't make it to that dance
Happened within a blink
Wasn't any time to react or think
Crossed right over that center line
Blinding was that bright burning sunshine
There just wasn't enough time
Couldn't stop on a dime
Life was way to brief
Left behind so much heartache and grief
Wished I could have paused a moment before it all occured
I'd called to say I love you and your voice would be the last thing that I heard
Hope my family can forgive me
I should of slowed down so I could see
Wasn't wearing a seatbelt, another fact
Flew out the windshield on impact
Shouldn't have been texting while I'd drive
If I hadn't been so absorbed maybe we'd both still be alive
Each day goes by one by one, until each day is done
Your only goal everyday is to make sure life is fun.
People stress about everything, gotta do this and that
They fight about things like money and cars, even the dog and cat.
They argue over the smallest things, yet never take the time
To realize that their lives could eventually stop on a dime.
They need to open their eyes and see what really counts
They need to view their gifts in life, try using different amounts.
They strive and strive for what they want, never happy with what they've got
Yet never see what's in front of them to realize they've already got a lot.
The smallest things matter most, like family and love
The two most important things are self-confidence and your Lord up above.
People need to clean their consciences and see what their about
They need to ask their Lord for help whenever their in doubt.
Why is it so blinding, all the materialistic things around?
Why do people run their families and friends into the ground?
For wants and needs are things that will forever remain...
But without peace and harmony, you'll never be truly whole within your own domain.
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