Healing and dealing
Stealing and reeling
Feeling the feeling
Wheelies down the spillway
Three’s a thrill
Another bill
Still...
I will!
Chill, with the window sill,
Skilled at raiding the mills,
Tilled until everyone who wants a chance can dance until-
The rest are nil haikus 4 reiki suing spells four ewe
I’ll hang with Jill ... s
A tragedy occurred was the news
A young boy died in a bus crash
He was with other students too
When the bus got a tire flat
To send your child on a field trip
And have it end his life is insane
Parents hearts forever ripped
Finally they released his name
Maybe seat belts on busses may
Void a future tragedy one day
But that would cost the state
Likely they won’t want to pay
So they will keep old bus fleet
While in crashes kids are dying
Just as they don’t value life
Look at the parents suing for rights
Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here
She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer
No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell
She climbs in the front window, demolishing the sill.
Hi we say, faking a smile, pretending to be pleased.
She retains weird enthusiasm, her pitch a little wheezed.
We are yawning through her brochure-filled presentation
She feigns happiness, another welcome wizard celebration.
She gets paid for every family whom she annoys
On the way out, she stubs her toe on one of baby’s toys
We did not apologize, maybe this is why she is suing
But judge, we argue candidly, her getting in was not our doing.
Dear Santa
I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the sexy underwear and the two-day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat bastard
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on suing your fat ass
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your Ho ho ho, will be, Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Face pack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and French knickers, hotel included
To the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or, I swear, you’ll be wearing those reindeers
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.
A sweet young bank teller named Doris
Had a crush on her co-worker, Boris.
But one day while at work
The young clerk went berserk
When she caught Boris banging the manager, Morris.
Doris' secret admirer, Dan Danson,
Was swarthy, tall, and roguishly handsome.
But the next day while at work,
This clerk, too, went berserk,
Took an ATM hostage and held it for ransom.
Dan was embarrassed, didn't want to be caught,
And was going to shut himself up in the vault,
But Boris told him to run,
While Morris called 9-1-1,
And Doris flatly declared that it wasn't her fault.
When the S.W.A.T. team arrived on the scene,
They found everything calm and serene.
Boris told the S.W.A.T. captain that Dan
Had taken both Doris and Morris' van
And fled with the cash from the money machine.
Doris' version, when caught, was more exculpatory
And dripping with details more lurid than gory.
She'd plotted with Dan to create this diversion
To rescue her from that den of perversion,
And now Boris, and Morris, and Doris, and Dan
Are suing each other for the rights to the story.
Where were you when JFK was shot
Who were you suing
A lawyer who can't remember that
~ his amygdala needs re-cuing
All were ready for the journey,
With us a funny attorney!
Each time he spoke dropped the funny
Like comedians out for money.
"No beauty is spared the horny"
"Life of knotted ties less thorny,
When from lips proceeds The Corny".
An easy-going Attorney!
Guess I could what he was doing:
For more peace among men suing.
I was to learn his name: Sunny
Who'd in Music worked for Sony...
To him I gave the name Bunny
And pledged to call when it's sunny.
A case of pretense to a reticence?
A once brave voice could make no sentence:
A cool one-thousand–words–per-minute
Politicians pushed to The Senate,
His subject of restless focus: Tax,
For two hours on Tax, still not lax
And this Cordless Tongue would strength not Wax.
While his eyes Messages of Fear fax;
One might think he had seen steely knives,
A wish to again kiss his dear wives…
Yes, Spencer had been a talkative,
Upper and lower lips active;
An all time YOU MAY LAWYERS CONTACT
But right here and now suing for tact.
Let's talk about Wrath one of the seven deadly sins
its magnitude contends where the other six soon begins
it can start with Pride by hiding ones true feelings and implode
then lashing out at someone close because it was swallowed
Lust comes in when indignant thoughts lead to hurtful words
the victim looks for kindness and sweet talk comes in herds
it is often found with Envy whether it is love or financial gain
people covet what others have and will inflict the worst of pain
Gluttony is sanctioned it happens to some in time
I can eat that other piece of pie for I am in my prime
let's not forget Vanity for that is known worldwide
people suing surgeons for mistakes they cannot hide
Lastly there's Greed comes to play with its only friend
armed robbery to petty theft with heart's left to mend
this list hardly covers what this word of rage entails
for Wrath is my worst enemy it festers and it swells
You are lost to me in your world of despair
I reach out to comfort you- but you say 'I don't care'
now but a shadow of the person I knew
muttering, staring, broken and blue
bottles are hidden and stashed in the trash
I thought you were broke and had no more cash
you used to be strong-as fit as a fiddle
the way your behaving- so odd- what a riddle!
clothes that are torn and ragged and your hair all astray
you need to get sorted-starting today
why wont you move- what am I to think?
you just sit there staring with eyes that don't blink
so you lost your job and I know your in ruin
sort out your bills before they start suing
watching you break is hurting so bad
I keep thinking of the good times we once had
I know now I have lost you friend-maybe for good
left with a shadow where once a man stood
I am waiting here friend to lend you a hand
stop trying to bury your head in the sand
shall I leave to wallow in self-pity and booze?
is that really the path that you want to choose?
there's really no option- I cant let you go on
tomorrow you get help- before you are gone.
A man upset
The world is getting thin-skinned
chief for a state department, a puffed-up one at that
was shouted at.
He cried and resigned.
Now he is suing the one that shouted at him, well
He will perhaps win the upper classes often do.
This proud man feels hurt and can’t sleep which
Is strange since he has sent many to their grave
Implementing policies that hurt many people.
He can dish it out, but can’t take being criticised
So, let him go with his big pension and tend the roses.
My mind flies at the speed of light
Towards the eternal; to sing its glory and
Those who are evil, to give them
A big bite.
To praise its divine power; by which
The sun rises and goes down
The river flows in full suing
In village and town.
To praise the power and the grace;
By which human is blessed
And the living creatures with such a variety
So nicely placed.
Sometimes my mind flies in grief
Watching the pain of the people
I can't utter a word in my
Lip!
I make the revolt against the giants
To jump over them by the black & white
Paints.
My mind flies with the beauty of nature
I paint its glory and
The history of pollution of this
Wonderful feature.
I sing the song of the triumph of humanity
I fly sharply by the speed of horses
To remember human their power;
And their ability.
Those who are orphaned and the Proletarian
Brought up in the streets and lanes
I love them and keep mine along with
Them.
It is my great fate that the Almighty God
Has been engaged me in this direction
To spread the knowledge and wisdom
Towards the humanity; as quick as I can
I think mine blessed and
I don't waste time to pay
Attention.
'Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral'
Once I sat engaged and blossoming
When I thought of the flowers
In a kingdom full of wreaths
Once upon a midnight peak
I saw the sunflowers
In a kingdom full of seedpods
Flowers - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the flowers
By the grave I saw the sweet peas
I heard an ornamental, flush treeing
When I thought of the flowers
It threw its ghost against the geraniums
They are perfumed from unseen showers
They are perfumed from unseen craniums
Suddenly, I heard some dewing
In there stepped a thundery flowering quince
And the acanthus was doing
I am shorn of the morning rinse
Of the rainstorm's that is suing
Much I marveled the peak flora
The bio-diverse botanical garden breezing
Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral
There’re so beautiful and alluring…
8/8/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
When the snow arrives at night,
Blanketing the city,
All is peaceful, soft and white,
No longer gray and gritty.
But with morning, what we hear,
And there is no escaping,
Is the grating sound, so clear,
Of nonstop shovels scraping.
Sidewalks must be free of ice
And everyone so doing
Is not concerned with being nice,
But staving off some suing!
March 5, 2019
I already know she’s a super hero
and the Special powers she has got.
Hands that ease you’re ache and pains
And she knows those special words that can mend an aching heart.
Eyes that see through solid walls
When you’re up to, nothing good.
And special rear view vision
When you’re not eating up, you’re grub.
She as mind reading, psychic powers
And she can stop tears right there in their tracks
So, superman can do one.
batman’s just a joke.
Mr fantastic’ he’s s not so cool.
and she’s suing wonder woman
for copyright and liable.
but the super hero I’m most proud of, goes by another name
its ya mam ya mum ya mother,
As she’s my real life super hero
for ever and a day
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