Takin Poems

Tibetan Takin

the golden-brown fur
distinctive musky odor 
Tibetan takin    
in a dense fog and forest
loves to eat the bamboo shoots.

Heart Palpitations

So sick of this world and generation
they tryna take ahold of my heart confiscation
the taste is bitter or tart
when it turns to ashes
cremation

I still got attachments i'm full of frustration
love seems to be my passion
eternally waitin
cant find as if its out of fashion, yet i still got patience
bout to have me ration and give up on this nation
everytime its me they blastin
stuck with these heart palpitations
i ain't see, she wore the mask in
My body desecratin
feel like a jew and she a nazi
way my life she began takin
my love grew thats when she popped me
took a bite, her heart was laced in
some ain't taste right and not long after steady hallucinatin

At Least My Thoughts Are Running Across This Paper

At least my thoughts are running across the remains of this paper

Laboring through another round of words circling inside my mind
I find, I need to take my time with writing chimes and 
poetry lines
for if I stumble across a sentence to short or to long
I might turn it around; to jingle it with a song
Damn, It's been far too long since I wrote a lick
maybe I should be beaten with a riff
Going along with my flow ; that's takin years to show
this is the first I've written...and I'm not kidding

At least my thoughts are running across the remains of this paper

Babys New Jasey

Baby has a new Jasey that's navy blue
N-we're gonna dance in our neon shoes
Yea we have to shake it go amp up the tunes
Baby has a new Jasey that's navy blue

We got it alright shuffle and sway
in flashin lights the latest move's rave
Glide is on time Bendin a frame
about to get tight our own cabaret.

The whole place is quakin scraping a hoof
We're takin it up raising the roof
Cuttin some shapes Bustin-m- Loose
Baby has a new Jasey that's navy blue.

Juneteenth

It was a normal Day for me when I awoke, tend Massa' children cook breakfast and clean up and such. But I wasn't feeling the same. Something was different. I couldn't put a name to it, but it was different. I could not keep my feet on the ground. I was flying. And then it came like a bee that stings with a passion. It came swifter than a bird flying by. It said I be free. 

At first I didn't believe it. But the message came again. It said I be F-R-E-E. No mo tolling, no mo takin care of Massa' childens. No mo serving the Massa at all. I remember I cried and cried and I kept on saying is it true what the people are saying, is it true? I really be F-R-E-E?? This day June 19th 1865. And I found out I be F-R-E-E. 

F-R-E-E to laugh and Dance and Sing for Joy. So, I made up a ditty in my head-- that went like this: No mo Massa no mo children and no more house to cook and clean except for myself. Oh God! I be F-R-E-E.

Oh God I truly be F-R-E-E.

The Meaning of a Poet

In hindsight, I’ve always kept my mind right, 
I only lose sleep at night over the  that I write,
it’s like the weight on Atlas’ shoulders, are you hearing what this rap is,
a fight against the controllers, modern day john the Baptist,
but I ain’t selling a savior, it’s too late for later,
my labor of love, Ep the revelator,
takin my time, like im taking in drugs, chill Doug,
never underestimate the evil that man do,
and never take on more than you can handle,
I got a weed based diet, along with scripting the ill ,
I am the Ecliptic, sun worship, if it don’t rhyme, don’t force it,
spray cans on the brain, Ramo on the train tracks,
’s never been the same as way back,
people fade, the brain finds a new pathway to explain,
why the fuk life is how it is,
society is aimed at making you feel powerless,
9-5, ain’t that some ,
but you do what you have to when your passionate,
Randy Orton pose like a statue, Ricky Morton arm drag,
I’m opposed to the fascist posing radical, I’m burning els with Cobra Command and Zartan,
they say I thyme like an animal, I say I’m more of a sage, ageless stoic, 
but I put it down nice, that’s the meaning of a poet.

Satiated Beings

Three pelicans and a moose
Seated on a lowly blue beam
Each takin a can of cool cider
Trying to quench their thirst
Hoping to hide away the hurt

Demons In My Brain

11.	My life’s a test
my life’s mess
Yes, I’m stressed
and I’m depressed.
My chest is hurting
because I’m not heard.
Testing my life,
starting at a knife
And yet I’m dying inside
and I always cry
thinking that I would say bye.
Suicide is in my head
while lying in bed.
This pain
is keeping me in chains
with nothing to gain. 
Standing in the rain
trying not to go insane
but my demons are takin over my brain.

Drama No Nap Say's Mama Baby

I 
SAY....
I SAID
I AIN'T TAKIN 
NO
NAP
NOTHIN BUT DRAMA... WAA!!

NAP
NO WAY
I SAID

MAMA



12/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
#B
Baby Face What's You Thinkin

Honest Prayer To God

Lord I pray to you tonight
My heart is not right
Loneliness has takin over my life
The last thing I want to see
Is my best friend with her boy friend
And I’m the one complaining about how people are jealous
Of me
Please help me change my way of thinking
Hate the way I feel
Being honest with myself and with you
Being real
Please help me change the way I’m thinking lord
Can’t keep feeling like this anymore
Don’t want to go out on dates
I guess I’m scared
Looking everywhere just for the wrong guy
When I should be waiting and focused on you
For the right guy
Lord hear my cry
As I pray to you tonight
I love you Lord
Thank you for being there for me
Everything will get better
In Jesus Christ I believe

Out There

When I close my eyes at night
I dream what seems so real
I’m takin away
To a place where most can’t go
A place only few know
A place where scientist are trying to be
A place where only a few can see

Where other lifeforms that are unknown 
A place where unknown lifeforms call home
 A race of beings that look like us but spirit they are
We can’t see them but they see us from afar

They are gods but not ours
They do what we can’t do
Truth
To them we are weak
We not as smart as we want to believe

Like here, some are good and some are bad
All are smart
Some don’t really care
A lot of them have a good heart

Their God is our God
Their Creator is our creator of heaven and the earth
They do what God allows them to do
They honor the most high like me and you

Slam Time Man

15/04/2018. Slam Time Man


Im only a novice at this Slam style man,
So I’m gonna go hard on your so called Jam
Your slow n sloppy style make dissin you easy,
I’ll do it all day man, just cause it please me.

I’m quick n I’m quirky, always slick n not dirty,
Unlike the tripe from the gutter you snipe.
Ill go with my flow like I’m running the show,
While your heads hanging down ima takin your crown.

See this new kid in the cribs a crazy wordsmith,
My rhythm n rhyme makes you sound like a blacksmith.
My soft, sweet sound is more than you can handle,
Your rough, raspy rubbish is like rapping an anvil.

I’m too cool for school, but I’m nobody’s fool,
Your raps rudimentary, your speech so sedentary.
So I’ve pounded your game for my own personal gain,
And I winning this Slam just like that, Wham Bam.

The Irish Love a Bit of Craic On Saint Patrick's Day

Cian careen into Quigley's Pub
for a little Irish whiskey and sub
before long dancing
an Irish jig romancing 
the wee fawning lassies lap club

lassies hooting and flapping being bold
with blarney about his pot of gold
money he was countin
while lassies were mountin
full of craic, pole dancing, and few handholds


much Irish brew a sot Cian became
I'm takin my money you can't blame
when he got to his lair
pot did he held bare
shame he did claim but himself to blame

3/26/2017

Ham Hock and Bacon

My uncle Dran was an odd sorta man 
who never much cared for livestock.
But wouldn't you know he kept a pig he loved so, 
and named the fat thing, Ham hock.


Of little he cared but for the pig's dinner fare 
and a desire to keep him from block.
No butcher you'd see would stand a chance or a plea, 
to separate Dran and Ham hock.


One day on a walk came a squeal and a squawk 
as they passed a farmland flock.
As a sow named Bacon took to squalling and chasing, 
to the delight of old Ham Hock.


Bacon was bought after a hard bargain fought, 
she was Dran's hog for the takin.
And never could one part, the sow and the old fart, 
know as Ham Hock and Bacon.


To this day down the lane, if you travel again. 
there's a legend for books in the makin.
For the piglets o' plenty, of the pigs, Dran has many, 
cause he won't eat Ham hock or Bacon.

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Pink Domino Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
7/29/2016
Placed 10th

Isis

SOS my ship has been boarded
Takin on by those who are sordid

It still carries our flag
They also have a hag

One that knows whitchcraft and sorcery
Appearing as our own
They carry our embroidery
And are made not of flesh and bone

But are the sons of him the other
They will look like a brother
Trickery and deceit are their marks,
Trust them not, neither they nor their larks

I fear that one day when push comes to shove
All this ISIS fuss
Is putting on the stand my religion, my love
What if they come to be known as us

SOS my ship has been boarded
Takin on by those who are sordid

We speak of honour, peace, equality for all men
They would not even respect a hen

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