Yearlings Yakety-Yak yolks yearns yearlings yawning youthful
yawnibgly youthful sreams and and yells ~
1/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Categories:
talkin, analogy, community, visionary, voice,
Form: Alliteration
Moved my things
And said she didn't
Move it
tryin to make me
feel strange
she knows what
she's doing
Me constantly complaining
That aint me ya'll
Stop playin these games
It aint just you and me
Whats true with devotion
In love if you don't really
Mean it
Is tryin to make things
Change
I wanna beleive that
Something needs
To be said
I need to get up
Off my knees
Beggin don't make her
see things my way
Guess I have to
find another way
to get her to agree yeah
I recommend it
she thinks it over
and still disagrees
Talk to my freinds
They say do whats
Best for me
What they know
I am talkin about
more than me yeah
I love my wife
Love our lives together
Even though we disagree
Categories:
talkin, love, music, romance, song,
Form: Ballade
In my mind, I'm a hero
In reality, my life is a zero
I axed all the obvious path everyone walked, Now
I'm vexed while walking on the path I choose
where I am trapped inside the four walls of my mind,
Saw my shadow on the wall
I punched him on his face, only to get hurt.
The pain was excruciating. I closed my eyes and walked away,
Found a mirror staring at me, as I slowly opened my eyes,
Found the same pain, while I looked at it.
Stood there and smiled
Found the same happiness
Stood there and cried
Found the same sadness
Stood there and laughed
Found the same madness
Finally found someone who understands my dreams
I said let's go somewhere
Where success is satisfaction
Sadness is the inability to help others.
Let's go somewhere,
Where life is happiness and
Death is its celebration.
Let's go somewhere
Where I can die like a man and see
Love and hate in a true relationship keeping all their vows
Categories:
talkin, analogy, anxiety, conflict, confusion,
Form: Blank verse
THE SONG
iv. iNTRODUCTIONS ( SUBJECT)
A. MANS SPEAKS
B. wOMAN'S rESPONSE
III. MUSIC iNTRODUCTION (VERSE I BEGINNINGS)
STRANGS
rEEDS
BRASS
PERCUSSION
SMOOTH BASSY CONVERSATION
IV. MIDWAY TO INTRODUCTION TO CHORUS
REFLECTING ON WHAT IS NEEDED TO BE SAID
THE RANGE TO BE SUNG
THE SUBJECT MATTER
V. CHORUS
SING, SING, SING THE LYRICS OF LOVE
VI. RE-INTRODUCTION TO NEW VERSE
a. LETTING YOU KNOW
b. BEING CONSISTENT AND TRUE
VII. DEPTHS OF DEVOTION, (MIDWAY TO THE CHORUS)
SING IT , SING IT, SING-IT
VIII. ( HOLD UP- LET'S GET I RIGHT POINT) THE INTRODUCTION TO THE ONTRODUCE.....
KEEPING THOSE IN POSITION TO BE HEARD, SWEET SOUNDS TO BE RECOGNIZED.
VIIII. GETTING IT RIGHT MAKING IT SOUND GOOD
aint she the one that put-dah camera in yo bade-room: she was watching the nookie freak-show"
Categories:
talkin, art, celebrity, love, music,
Form: Ballad
CLEAR TO ME
SHE LIKE THE WAY
YOU DO YO' THANG
DIRTY GRITTY
SUMTHING LIKE
DITTY-DOO WHOOP
MAKE ME SING
LIKE AH SO-PIN SIP- ME
GIRL CAN I HAVE
SOMETHING
TO SAY
MAKE ME TALK BOUT YOU
SOUNDS REAL SILLY
DOO-WHOOP-DITTY
KINDA THANG
WE TALKIN LOVE
AND AIN'T SHAME BOUT WHAT WE SAYING
CAUSE IT BEST FOO YOU AND ME
TO DO OUR THANG
RIGHT ON LOVER
MY SEXY LADY
BABY YOU ARE
MY EVERY THANG
AINT IT SILLY
SOUNDS KINDA CRAZY
BUT I LOVE
THE JOY YOU BRING
I DISCOVERED
YOU THE RIGHT KINDA WOMAN
FOO-ME
SOUNDS KINDA CRAZY
SHOULD IT FAZE ME
MAYBE THAN
YOU WILL SEE
RIGHT ON BABY
SOUNDS CRAZY
BUT I LOVE
IT WHEN YOU DO YOUR THANG
RIGHT KINDA LOVER
MOVING IN A LOVERS POSITION
MAKE A MAN FEEL LIKE AH KING
RIGHT ON LOVER
BABY AINT NO OTHER
MAKE LOVE TO ME
AND EVERYTHING
SURE NOUGH MISS YA
SO I KISS YA
I ENJOY THE KINDA LOVE
YOU BRING
Categories:
talkin, love, sensual, sexy,
Form: Etheree
TALKIN' TURKEY
muddy yard
wagon tracks
log long handled axe
holiday
yesterday’s news
wrapped around the pump
four grown men
on the prowl
early coffee brewing
child crying
old dog lies opens one eye
screeching bedlam
feathers
feathers here there
everywhere
Happy Thanksgiving all.
daver
Categories:
talkin, holiday, thanksgiving,
Form: Haiku
Prayers lost under pollution
like innate rights under the constitution
Citizens raise question receiving no solution
while activist talk talks of retribution
I raise my fist waiting on the revolution
Living lives within cages
feeding families off minimum wages
Playing roles in life like plays on stages
stuck within system wondering why the God’s wont turn pages
I raise my fist waiting on the revolution
Rest asleep on tear stained pillows wonder why you have no tranquility
because this system offers no stability
No humility could get you credibility
No degree for availability within a Babylon facility
I raise my fist waiting on a revolution
Spreading Internal and external war
sending innocent souls ashore
Institutionalized racism encroaching the blacks childs core
so much confusion you souls become sore
While, I raise my fist waiting on a revolution
And just humanity begins to adjust to insanity
Mingling with profanity and vanity
acceptaning mental inhumanity
We raise our voice beginning a revolution
Categories:
talkin,
Form: Rhyme
Hello to you.
My fat feathered friend.
The most popular guy.
Till Thanksgiving end.
The talk you talk.
You gobble around.
Strange that it seems.
We gobble you down.
Not overly pretty.
But you sure do taste good.
All of our families.
Join in this day.
And sit and get stuffed.
Like you did today.
And so when we say Turkey.
We`re not talking about Grandpa today.
The day is Thursday.
And this is your fate.
So, give me some Turkey.
On my Thanksgiving plate.
Categories:
talkin, thanksgiving,
Form: I do not know?
Deaf.
Hands fly.
Symbols whirl.
Nuance slips past fast.
Hand jive, succinct lines blur.
Blink, blind, behind banter, blither on deft fingers.
Primary Number Contest
Categories:
talkin, confusion
Form: Verse