Wild raccoons came in and took over Uncle Steve’s birthday bash.
They did not bring presents, food, well wishes or any cash.
The rest of us scrambled away from the clubhouse in a flash.
Frankly, I did not know that Grandma Willie had that much dash
Honeysuckle trees have grown all over my yard
What can I do with this? Being a bard….
I counted the ones that are the easiest to see
They came into our house and commandeered our TV
Now a gang, they have a mascot and are wearing colors
We are just the start one told me. There are many others.
They demanded I make them a breakfast buffet.
My husband asked me “when are they going away?”
My writing muse tells me next to nothing, so I could not reply.
I am hoping these trees get tired of TV by and by.
They are watching Matlock now, as I fix them lunch.
Make it salty, a honeysuckle said to me, and make it crunch.
clocks decided to slow Friday down
did it in every office all over town
office workers stared at four-fifty for an hour
the clocks felt respected, loved their power
I had the worst terrors last night
My mind was in a gruesome sight
The ‘ol apocryphal scene
Insighted by the new regime
Migration bill stirs fear among
Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong!
Phone app saves Honduran journalist
Can’t go back she’s on their death list
Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress
ICE is cold, enforcing arrests
Or anywhere, nonetheless
For a green card is meaningless
Now a tourist destination
Gaza's newest sensation
Take over plans for a Riviera
Palestine people’s tierra*
Taken; territory sovereign
New rich owner YOU ONLY gain
Who be the beneficiaries
Billionaire contemporaries
For undoence he’s called a hero
Those sacrificed their life for, zero
Those fought for everyone’s freedom
In vain forgotten in this new kingdom
Unbeknownst me how it plays out
Living in the USA, peace-out
Greenland will be our posh winterland plaza
Blueprints unfold for a Riviera Gaza
Just hot air baloneyism
Or old-fashioned colonialism?
Panamanians shout leave! Viva la Raza!
corn got a look at the couple so young,
square dancing in the field, oh what fun!
He looks like a hick, but she is a lovely girl
Her hair parading in purple, he gives her a whirl
Corn said “they may take over this farm someday.”
We watched them more eagerly, from the mow in the hay.
Sunshine in rain,
And midnights in vain.
Eyes are wide open,
But vision is already broken.
I appeared to you as a whole,
But you went slicing through my soul.
Taking you to a point of no return,
Witnessing the iced topping on every sinister burn.
Sympathy is asked by the weak,
Love and affection is all they seek.
We've come too far from this phase,
Every scar from my memory has already been erased.
But somewhere it's still residing inside of me,
Which won't let me set free.
It haunts me at every point of my existence,
Yet I proved out to be quite persistent.
This battle will continue until I flee,
And a new personality will take over me.
History as always will repeat itself,
And in this memory, I dedicate this turn of phrases to my dead self.
The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over.
Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name was Leaf Clover.
What do they want? The missus asked her sweet husband Jay.
Not sure he said, but it does not look like a very good day.
Eat hamburgers and bacon at Thanksgiving was their soul-full yell.
They gobbled it all morning until the dinner bell.
Other demands were written down in blue and red ink.
By this time they had sold their farm to a young couple named Pink.
What about the turkeys? Are you taking them? The young owner asked.
They are your problem now, Farmer Jay said, picking up his statue of Bast.
Blessed Good New Day
Beloved
TAKEOVER
In the Blessedness of you.
You're staying ever truth true.
TAKEOVER
God has chosen you a daughter who's standing
Still awaiting His ever clearing emptying vessel filled
TAKEOVER.
Dear one we believe in you. God's daughter
As our Father softly speaks sweet, sweet release.
GOD WILL TAKEOVER those burdens your cares. Daddy's saying He's got them, Love.
Sweet
TAKEOVER
HIS placement is HIS chosen
Space He is holding
Your heart instilling love, blessing
He's allotted grace, love and favor abundantly
You're His foremost. His Amazing Grace stands
TAKEOVER
Still Beloved Daughter of Zion.
You’re embraced in His love.
I pray Father God
Touch your heart and mind pray He keeps you closer more in tuned to Him.
And in time those intimate conversations desires, dreams, and hopes
TAKEOVER
Are answered now the New Day
Not in mine time, your time but His time
Be present receive this New Day Blessings
This is a Godly Takeover... because
We Love God in you. Believe
In Jesus name Amen
TAKEOVER
-Always Amen for my soul
4/7/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
ETHREE-NONET POETRY
OUR BRAINS
Man's
Faulty
Brain power
Is limited
In this place of sin
Even the genius
Uses maybe ten percent
God plans much more for His children
What a blessing our life will soon be
If we will let Him take over our lives
Then God's universe we will explore
We will know how dull we were here
How stunted our growth has been
How our foe has fooled us
And kept us in paths
That led us to
Forsake God's
Loving
Way
Copyright, Kathryn Search
A-fter Wednesday night is gone,
I-t's Thursday that shines so bright;
C-old chill and rain disappear,
Y-our eyes see the early
L-ight.
L-et twenty ninth December break,
A-s you wake up from slumber;
B-eautiful beacon rises
T-o let the dawn take
O-ver.
M-ist, haze, and smoke
A-re beginning to leave the view;
R-ain in torrents has turned
I-nto a pleasant morning dew.
E-vening shadows disappear, right before your eyes;
L-ong and lonely night has turned into a sunrise.
C-rimson sky shows up,
A-s the cold chill is warming;
B-eneath the high heavens,
A-nother dawn is breaking.
T-wenty-sixth early Friday,
I-n fresh February morn;
C-annot afford to just forget the day when you were born.
P-lanned, penned and printed
I-s my verse to remember;
O-ne acrostic that comforts,
J-ust let the beacon take
O-ver.
put your laugh in check
because everything today
has to be politically correct
nothing is ever done face to face
human socializing is becoming a
dying art except in cyber space
everything is so matter of fact
as we mimic the images on our screens
and welcome the lack of human contact
the horizon seems to offer hope
but more of a decpetion, like a diamond
embroided hang mans rope
a future fortold by machinary and binary codes
artificial intelligence reproducing
robotic programs, inorganic molds
if you are considered insane then you are unplugged
and one of the many that the system considers
a short circuit a glitch or a bug
Painting #10
Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875
Wild and free,
the thistle in a field
sharpens its spine,
stretches its long neck
to kiss the sun.
He is a runaway
this out of control
prodigal son
absorbing the heat
on a hot summer’s day
racing to see
who has out grown him
in the shortest time
during the siege
and take over.
He enjoys
his freedom
wildly predicting
his an end time
when he, with all
the others
will be cut down.
He is one thistle in a field
calling for unity.
TECHNO TAKE-OVER
Technology says we’re on the brink
of human assistance being extinct
our jobs robots will do
fake people serving you
freakishly knowing each thought we think
Limerick 2014 Nov 12
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