Move, move over brook;
Deer panting by the stream;
Waters ever so floating cool sweet is the breeze;
But as I taste of the substance liquid the brew;
The waters that is flowing through
Tasteless Waters
Baptized me redeem me;
Flow from my mouth down my throat;
To my heart,
Rejuvenate renew me give me a new wholesome start ;
Rivers flowing out spilling out spewing;
I throw up the sins I purge all that is within me;
The negativity I searched no more;
I hunger for God I thirst no more;
As I drink of the waters
Tasteless Waters
Hallelujah feel my soul
8/8/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
tasteless, analogy, appreciation, inspirational, life,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Move over brook
deer panting by the stream
Waters ever so floating
cool sweet is the breeze
But as I taste of the substance liquid
the broom the waters that are flowing through
tasteless waters
Baptize me redeem me
flow from my mouth down my throat to my heart
rejuvenate renew me give me a new heart
some star we were throwing spilling out
spewing I throw up the send I searched no more
I hunger for that I first no more as I drink of the waters
tasteless waters hallelujah fill my soul
6/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
tasteless, allusion, analogy, appreciation, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
In the dead of night she came without a sound,
The darkness brought shadows to her eyes,
With a haughting gait she wore a mourning gown,
Honey sweetened words was the perfect disguise,
Heart in hand without any utterance of a word,
Who would know that it was to be a grand mistake,
A shift of shadows with nothing to be heard,
She threw his heart into the waveless lake,
In a timeless passage it descended the depths,
For no eyes of the liquid darkness saw the fear,
Of a wordless voice of the scepter breath,
In the suffocating darkness it simply disappeared.
(2017)
Categories:
tasteless, conflict, dark, death, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
With Apologies to Keebler
I bit into a cookie, or so I thought
Of the homemade kind, not store bought
Too many nuts for me
Worthless, you'd agree
Tasteless crumbs that would leave you fraught
Tossed into the garbage and bagged as trash
They jumped back up at me, quick as a flash
Brazen balls of dough
Tried to strike a blow
Angered, their teeth were grinding in a gnash
Cookies on computers should be deleted
A worthless recipe should not be repeated
Ingredients should be sweet
For a delicious little treat
Burned are cookies in an oven over heated
The moral to this story, so I've been told
"Don't eat cookies of a chef uncontrolled"
Bake a batch yourself
Don't trust the little elf
Whose cookies aren't good enough to be sold
Categories:
tasteless, humor,
Form: Limerick
In response to an Internet company and its plans to market T shirts featuring an inhumane human being.
Come gather round people, come gather round more
Come buy your T shirt, with its tale of the moor
Come buy your T shirt and wear it with pride
A. T shirt, full of history, when five children died
Come wear your Myra, then come round my home
I will show you the horrors, that will make you atone
Come wear your Myra, then come to our towney
We will show you how we feel about Lesley Ann Downey
Come wear your Myra, come make our hearts bleed
We will show you how we feel, about poor Pauline Reade
Come show your T shirt, if you like your roulette
We will show you our feelings, on poor Keith Bennett
Come pose in your Myra, while we are at six's and sevens
We will show you our feelings, on poor Edward Evans
Come show your Myra and stand by our side
We will show you our thoughts, on poor John Kilbride
Come show us your Myra, come knock on our door
We will take you for a ride up on Saddleworth moor
Categories:
tasteless, anger,
Form: Rhyme
If you don’t go crazy someone else will,
And you’ll look disgusted you’ll envy the thrills,
That you could have had if you weren’t refined,
But I’m just a fool with foolish advice.
Categories:
tasteless, angst, funny, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?
It's hard to describe
how this feels,
to have life slip from your hands
to have your breath
peeled from your lungs
to have your eyes too dry to cry,
and heart to heavy to keep beating
I might as well tell myself
to stop breathing
for my empty soul has shattered
and I have lost all that mattered
with every sip of this toxic
my lips grow pale,
every kiss with you,
the memory is stale
Categories:
tasteless, depression
Form: Rhyme
And I listen to some old Leonard Cohen
And my conscious mind
listens for footsteps
And my subconscious meditates
And universes are formed
in the infinite multiverse
And others are destroyed,
some through collision,
some through internal combustion,
And some go to war with one another,
culminating in mutual extinction
And I smoke fast
And I pray not to hear footsteps
enter into my universe.
Categories:
tasteless,
Form: Free verse