None of the guys
ever asked me out
they teased me
or just froze me out
I wasn’t stuck up
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that is why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
or even where I should begin
there wasn’t much that I could say
I never talked much anyway..
so I sat there
and read
I was an incredibly
epic fail
To all the guys
who called me names
that tagged my locker
and tried to shame me
I wasn’t snooty
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that’s the why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
that let a new girl fit in
I’d never even used the Internet
I was as lost-in sauce as a girl gets..
so I sat there
and read
Which eventually
got me into Yale.
.
.
Songs for this:
Conversation by X-Cetra
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Human Behaviour by Björk
.
.
*A poem from 9th grade (2019)
** We’d moved back stateside from China so I could have a ‘normal’ high school.
*** I just added the last two lines
She ate a tube of Super Glue
and now she's sticking to the loo.
The couple wanted to eat at an exclusive restaurant.
Wife said, “Let’s act like we are haughty and stuck up.”
Husband was all in; so they ate with pinkie fingers up.
They were ultra-rude to the waiter; noses in the air.
They sent their food back twice; a chef came out.
He ordered them to leave; the entire place clapped.
Even the PTA president and her husband.
There would be HE double toothpicks to pay later.
Girly hedgehog is so feminine and fine
She should have suiters falling down in a line
My hair is perfect, my smile is a delight
What is wrong with these boys? They simply aren’t right!
Maybe you are too perfect, a butterfly suggests.
I agree! Throws in a wise robin from her perch on her nest.
You mean I am too good for all of them? Hey! That’s probably true!
So the stuck-on-herself hedgehog was now happy, not blue.
The lift shook before it started
A warning sign which I did not heed
There was another guy in here too
He did not glance up
We stopped suddenly with a jerk
It knocked me almost off my feet
The guy wearing the suit hit his head
He glared at me
As if it is my fault
I wished I was a carnivore
And a cannibal.
I began elaborate plans to devour him
if we got stuck for a week or so
He deserved it
He had not been pleasant
There was no conversation
A fireman came down through the roof
He took me out first.
I was sad.
I had been plotting to bite the guy’s leg.
Fluffy The cat climbed the tree;
He had ran away from me;
Yet he stills meows;
To far up now;
How meow gonna git down now?
6/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Let her go we urge our cousin
but he is enthralled, entranced,
totally gaga crazy about her
She calls him names
She puts him down
She makes fun of him
She teases him
She threatens him
She pokes and prods him
She irritates him to the edge of the grand canyon
And yet, there he goes,
Chasing her like a show pony
I smiled when she said that he died.
She was a mean woman, no soul.
Refused to show inside I cried.
So being stoic was my goal.
She told some other people too.
Confidential? She had no clue.
I knew my grandfather loved me.
Imagined now that he could see.
I saw him in heaven laughing.
He despised pompous people too.
Grandma with him I imagined.
Bad-news-bearer had lost power.
Grandpa said to me that night too
Grandma and I are proud of you.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Charonnet
Contest: Charles Messina
No my pet dragon will not speak to you.
If you sit quietly, he might appear.
There is truly nothing that you can do.
Less he might bite you, it is my worst fear.
Snotty haughty sea turtle.
Stuck up
Barely speaking to other sea creatures
Much ado about nothing
Snotty haughty sea turtle
Mean to others
For decades
Now trying to pretend you are not haughty?
Snotty haughty sea turtle
Waving now
Pretending you have a heart
Might as well go back into your shell.
Snotty haughty sea turtle.
Too late
Too arrogant.
Too you.
The king of the oak mites thought
he was all that, and was gloriously puffed up
Making the roaches laugh, and the leaves shake
Even the caterpillar queens made fun of his arrogance
The princess of the anthill got angry
She had fallen completely smitten under his self-promotion.
You are all jealous of the oak mite king, she chastised us.
We did not mention him again, to her face….
Our cupboards are full of junk no one would ever eat.
My husband has this little buy-too-many groceries problem.
Especially if they are on sale.
"I'm saving you money,' says he.
Sure.
He saved me money on 9 $1 jugs of tea I took to school and the
teachers poured out in the sink.
Teachers!
The biggest scavengers on the face of the planet.
The ones who will eat or drink anything.
Usually.
I discovered two cans of a unique off-brand dog food in the
cupboard yesterday when I was in manic mood and cleaning
after 11 years of naught.
"Why didn't we give this to Sophie?" I asked.
"I tried," he admitted. "She stuck up her nose."
I saw our little pet opossum out there a few minutes later,
so I ran out and put down the off-brand dog food.
The opossum ran off,so I followed her.
Pushing the off-brand dog food closer to her lair.
At 3:30 in the afternoon it was still there,
in a giant lump. Uneaten. Untasted.
Yes, you are certainly saving me money
when even the opossum puts up her nose.
Luke’s been playing with the glue again
Now everything sticks everywhere
There’s food glued to the table
And his bum is glued to the chair
My feet are glued to the floorboards
My hands are glued to my side
I’ve even noticed the odd bird or two
Glued to the branches outside
I can see it will be one of those days
Clearing up will take forever
I was going to read my favourite book
But the pages are glued together
So I wouldn’t come and visit right now
Because things are a little bit wacky
And you may not be able to leave
What with everything being so tacky
I think I’ll just stand here a while
To be honest I’m frightened to sit
Maybe tomorrow will be better
As for today, well I’m stuck with it.
come down
there friend around
don't look mad
or sad
all the time
kept stop mine
stop this stuff
being
STUCK UP
come down
there friend around
don't look mad
or sad
all the time
kept stop mine
stop this stuff
being
STUCK UP
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