Snapping Turtle swims
through green Mississippi slew
and raids my stringer.
If You Say Today, I Feel Happy;
If You Say Today I Feel Fine!
Then Before You Start To Go Shopping,
Take Along This Special Poem Of Mine!
It Will Help You Bye Chocolate Gum Drops;
It Will You Bye Milk And Wine!
And Before Your Day Has Gotten Tired,
You Can Count Up Your Fish On Stringer Lines!
2, 4, 6, 8, .... 10, 12, You Won't Be Late,
14, 16, 18, Too!
Coral Fossiles Baige, Green, .... Blue!
So Hang Together In The Corner,
Stand And Fight Upon The Track!
Your The Wizard Of Your Future,
Your Strength And Spirit, .... Bring You, .... Back!
Buried here is the weather man J. P. Blithing
Forgot his brolly and got struck by lightning
In this vault is the flat coffin of J.J. Stowler
Fell into the path of a runaway steam roller
In this grave lies the ashes of Jim Fortescue
Got drunk and passed out on a barbecue
Buried below in two halves is Arthur. P. Law
Slipped in his workshop onto a circular saw
Interred a hundred feet below in a lead lined coffin
Are the glowing remains of an accident prone boffin
Lying in this vault is the body of a tiger
Inside its body is the hunter J. Stiger
Buried below in a jar are the pickled remains of P. Stringer
Who stumbled and drowned into a large vat of malt vinegar
Written 23 September 2021
A need that is hidden by a shadow
shouldn't allow anybody to stoop low.
My search for the truth leads me to a discovery:
the longing for a shiny light, the yearning for God
is felt at times of hopelessness; my worry
and impatience knows what He can unfold
for a lonely who did not wish for a harsh fate,
for all the struggles and the strides, he made!
A need that is hidden by a shadow
shouldn't allow anybody to stoop low.
Luscious green lands created by God
and somewhat unexplored by Mankind...
show the stunning beauty of a garden
who once had harmony and was called Eden!
A need that is hidden by a shadow
shouldn't allow anybody to stoop low.
Ah, the oppressed and the meek
face a tomorrow frightfully bleak!
Much stringer is the loin that chases deer,
the weaker is the sheep that bleats out of fear!
A need that is hidden by a shadow
won't deter me from showing thankfulness
for the wonderful gift I received in a month of frost and snow;
I received life as a baby and later I realized its preciousness!
Who is your favorite family member? Jerry Stringer asks me.
I look around the stage and out in the audience, seeing many expectant faces.
My husband, three daughters, two sons-in-law,
ten grandchildren, spoiled dog and cat.
I am my favorite, I say.
Disappointing no one.
Someone holds up a sign
To remind me – no fighting, yelling or hair pulling,
no extra five thousand dollars.
I mean it’s the dog I yell.
The cat hisses and claws my eye out,
the grands jump on stage and begin chasing the dog and the cat.
The audience roars their approval.
“Keep it going!” The next sign says.
“I hate everyone but me!” I yell.
The audience gasps.
The next sign says “You have gone too far. You now owe us $1000.”
Hug drug, hug tight
Zounds surrounded the societies
Stream stringer the blood blew
By the bombastic center watts
Humbled earth is entitled by the entered en clair
Hug drug, hug tight for tomorrow's hammered today's
Hunt hen Hawk.
It is morn in the countryside late in the spring,
and the lake is so placid and birds they all sing.
All the flowers in bloom and the air is so clean;
not a day that’s so lovely has ever been seen.
As I walk to the lake I can see little swirls
where the fish break the surface as morning unfurls.
It is late in the spring when the fish end their spawn
that the fishing is best; to this place I am drawn.
For the crappie are biting or so I am told,
and a stringer of fish is a sight to behold.
There’s a fish fry tonight; I can taste it right now;
to my house you can come and your friends I’ll allow.
But my telephone rings and it brings me to life
brings me back to my world which is filled with much strife;
many deadlines to meet and my day is extreme,
and my walk through the country was merely a dream.
Bumble BEE
I Flutter and fly
Got stripe yellow/black body
Stringer my beehind zzzz!!
10/30/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Reading in bed, she has a drink, and the ripple widens.
A drop falls in the kitchen sink, and the ripple widens.
Supported, a little girl in the pool floats in his arms,
blowing bubbles as her fears shrink, and the ripple widens.
Adults survive the rain, clutching dark umbrellas, as tiny
shoes trounce puddles in pink, and the ripple widens.
His son begs him to release the bleeding gills to the pond.
He unhooks the chain stringer link, and the ripple widens.
Her mother taught her how to skim a flat stone on water,
as soft nets of light interlink, and the ripple widens.
A whale bursts through the glass, her stature massive. She hangs, then/
smashes the ceiling of the sea as she sinks, and the ripple widens./
While readers roam the world looking for a poem to read,
the author dips his pen in the ink, and the ripple widens.
8/29/2017
(A hullabaloo in hotel Astor)
My wife was flat-chested I named her Monotony
Went to the hotel Astor with friend Polyphony
Polyphony was a singer
Strung up a stringer-a swinger
A hullabaloo with Polyphony's symphony
A hullabaloo in hotel Astor: Limerick©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 November, 2014 Silchar, Assam, India
fishing excitement great,
landing one is fun,
to the water I must go,
~*~
on the bank I do stand,
baiting my hook and casting the pole,
watching for line dance,
~*~
moments of time tick,
awaiting a fish to bite,
fishing pole jerking,
~*~
pulling to set the hook,
the fishing line is pulling my drag,
excitement flows,
~*~
seeing the big fish swimming,
pulling it to the waters edge,
grab the fish to unhook,
~*~
pushing the stringer through,
wonderful fish finally caught,
to the pan he goes so tasty,
morning is the best time
my big brother used to say
wanna catch the big ones
start early in the day
fishing pole in hand
a sunny cotton top
waiting for the cork to pop
a perfect day, idled away
side by side
my brother and I
stringer nearly full
biggest one mine
proudly shown off to mom
when your eight going on nine
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