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This year has changed all our lives
Covid 19 has came into full effect
so many lives lost as well as damaged
it can be in the air so hard to detect
Speaking personally it's brought calm
to still myself realise this is real
normal may never be the same again
prepare oneself for could take a long heal
Positively I've read so many books
more than I usually do, such a joy
tried to walk each day when I can
the air seems clearer, know the plan
But it's saddened me by attitudes
not taking this pandemic serious enough
the young think they can't be caught
ignoring social distance calling it bluff
No matter the rules people don't like
this is serious stuff you mustn't ignore
all of the world it's hit none escaped
looking for the key to open a door
Pray that people could just see
this is danger so make sure it's safe
one day it'll go away so obey
it makes sense to do right and agree
What goes through your head
When racist things are said?
What is it that you’ve read?
It’s sad
Education bad
Racism has always been with us
People think it’s ok to cuss.
Do your research
What has always been around you
Learn
And In turn
You may become concerned.
Are you slightest bit curious?
This is serious!
Racism will never be right
It’s time to fight
Will things ever change?
Its not clear in sight
But maybe they might
When dumb people
See the light.
Racism has been around for years
To your eyes it will bring tears
People living in constant fear.
Maybe a day will come
When uneducated people
Become a little less dumb
Respectful
And not act like scum.
But for now we exist
In an awful place
I rest my case
Don’t hate this race.
TV
It is a strange country Portugal
You switch on the Tv, and there
are song and dance
From different districts
The formula is always the same someone a tune
People are familiar too, and there are two dancing girls
Moving about which appears unrehearsed
However, this doesn’t matter
They are famous in the local society.
The world is at a brink of war, but entertainment Is more critical.
Later in the evening, there is soccer that important
In Portugal, after a game, older men make
comment this is serious
bless them all, there is no war in Portugal
No one told us about the deer flies who live in
The marsh
Add life they multiply.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash
Who have no inside enclosure or any netting to
Make a dash
Where the humans will get bitten not once but
many times by the deer flies who live in the marsh.
When human and fly meet this is a major clash
For many of these creatures will die.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash
From the boat you'll hear the slap and someone
Yell balderdash
Which as the person gets bit it does intensify
As they fight off the deer flies who live in the
Marsh.
People have been known to get whiplash
While swinging at the flies who land and bite
As off they fly.
Believe me, they are waiting to descend in a
Flash on the Daring who are rash.
Surprise! We have bug spray, a fly swatter to
Squash, bash, and trash
As we try to rectify
The problem with the deer flies who live in the
Marsh.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash.
Not the denominations,
Not the individual pastors
Not man in his opinions;
Listen people this isn’t no laughing matter;
The word says…
The Bible says…
…if you confess with your mouth;
Jesus..
Believe that He and only He is..
The Lord
Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart;
That God has raised Him
Jesus
From the dead
Believe in this… and you will be saved;
Not demons nor angels;
Not handsome strangers;
Nor judges, or political realms;
Listen people this isn’t no laughing matter;
Aren’t no cults.
This is serious..
Listen people this isn’t no laughing matter;
The word says…
The Bible says…
…if you confess with your mouth;
Jesus..
Believe that He and only He is..
The Lord
Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart;
That God has raised Him
Jesus
From the dead
Believe in this… and you will be saved;
6/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
-Romans 10:9
I stand proud and majestic
and tall as can be
even taller than Joseph
at a whole three foot three
I am honoured to be here
and give all my heart
though I may not have lines
it is still a big part
I smile wide and honest
I sing loud and true
next to star number seven
and tree number two
Though there's rumours about
that my part in this fable
was not actually present
that day in the stable
But it was so long ago
and so far away
that who was there or wasn't
is tricky to say
So I pay them no mind
don't let them upset me
when this show is over
they'll never forget me
I am trying my best
and I hope that it shows
though I wish Mother Mary
wasn't picking her nose
This is serious business
and it must be done right
even if the three kings
are now having a fight
The donkey is dancing
there's unexplained bells
the sheep are now whispering
amongst themselves
Still I keep my head high
and do all I can do
to be histories finest
Nativity Emu
Hanging upside down on my bed thinking what the hell is going on.
Does he not know that my mom is not gone?
He is holding me so tight I can hardly breath or move.
Oh well might as well remain calm; submit to the motion of his groove.
The touch! wow that is different... What is this experience?
There is an overwhelming feeling coming over me...I think this is serious.
Faster and faster...my heart begins to flutter
as well as thoughts about my new found lover.
everything around me starts to fade, His motion has taken me to a different zone.
Until I opened my eyes when my mom's room light came on.
MOVE... I SAID MOVE!...As he looked up to see...I saw the fear in his eyes as he jumped off of me.
She cut the light on... looked around as we pretended to be sleep.
My heart made an overbearing noise, although I didn't say a peep.
That touch... I thought as I stared at him, What does it mean?
Then he kissed me so softly..It was exactly as I dreamed.
We need to talk
This is serious matter
Yes, I got the memo
You know very well that I don't like puzzles
Yet you keep throwing all these tests at me
Like really what's up with only one number
You know very well that I like multiple numbers
And seriously, the timing! !
Couldn't you make it another day, another month, and maybe another year!!
You know you can easily make it happen, just the way I like it
Oh my head is spinning
Just the thought of everything
My tears dried a long time ago
I may even be getting a stomach ulcer
And the waiting, it's either you show up late or you don't show up at all
The continuous worry in my mind
Panic mode
Calm down, calm down, calm down
"TELL me!
I sit here and wonder"
.................................
I AM WHO I AM
Sponsor Name Richard Lamoureux
Contest Name Who do you think I am
One heart so full of love
One sky so pretty from
Sunrise to sunset, one
Moon sometimes silver
Sometimes red, sometimes
Gold, one voice singing
I love you whether or not
You love me yet...
Oh ONE RAISED, one red
Ribbon card, one love
That will live forever in
My heart oh ONE ROSE,
ONE ROSE and a dream
Come true, ONE ROSE
ONLY ONE ROSE and
Only one you...
Well and there is only
One wish I wish, one
Best friend, one mother
Of a lover...
Oooh and this is serious
The anointing of destiny
And this picture says a
Thousand words but its
Hard to get passed those
Blue grey eyes that's why...
There only ONE ROSE, one
Red ribbon card, one love
In my wild, wild heart
ONE ROSE, ONE ROSE
And a dream comes true
ONE ROSE, ONLY ONE ROSE
And only one you!
It is time to break out the oven mitts and apron.
Ready to indulge in a kitchen-ous sin
Little hands ready to stir the batter
Towels in Daddy's hands to clean the splatter.
Licking the spoon when eyes turn away,
This is serious business child, no time to play!
You grab the butter, I'll get the eggs
Oops, spilled the milk all down your legs
I'll go preheat the oven to 400 degrees
Making monster cookies is such an ease
I can't wait to taste them, I'm sure they are great
So glad for this time on our daddy/daughter date
There is sugar on the floor, and flour in your hair
Chocolate and peanut butter on your fingertips
Almost a dozen cookies on the cookie sheets
Some never made it, straight to our lips.
We want you ? Never a smile upon that face and why not
This is serious business; cradling their shores of, never more....
It's a family tradition; rock-a-by baby with their golden google eyes ?
Sailing across her sea ninety degrees separated from another's blood shot cries
Insidious this nature when one lay amid the bed be wickedness; arranged weddings
Predestined manifestations crashing waves their ushering tides ? Whoredom's lullabies
Building cities atop love's wakes ? Beacon lights illusions fate lessons learned a bit too late.
“NO! I WON’T”
“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”
Watch as I change your “do” to a “don’t”
How bad can the punishment be?
No video games?
So what!
No treat tonight?
Is that all you got?
You are the worst mom in the world!
The truth hurts, I know.
Just listen as my insults continue to unfurl.
I hate you, from your head to your toes!
I’m not holding back any blows.
I’ll show you that I can get my way.
No matter how much you oppose.
I’m the T-Rex and you’re my prey.
Don’t walk away from this fight.
I’m not done telling you how wrong you are.
And how I am so right.
Don’t try to tell me I’ve gone too far.
This is serious business.
You can’t possibly expect this of me.
My brother is my witness.
Finish all of my peas?
You know, I can’t eat anything green!
Unless, it’s mint chocolate-chip ice cream.
When I think of decadent desserts
it assails my senses and I go berserk
tantalizing, surprising, flavors entice beyond compare
staring at the compilation of assortments are so unfair
So many to choose from
I stop and stare
what do I do
I turn to you and follow you through
hot and flavorful my senses bemoan
these tasty morsels are for the full-grown
taunting and teasing heart palpitates on a roll
spiraling and spinning until it's tantamount and out of control
expecting the taste to burn into my mind
as I try to find some balance not to define
was dessert all you expected it to be
the climatic source of ecstasy
let me now reminisce the taste of flavor
actuating in my brain
every time I taste of the dessert
it will remind me again and again
this is serious biz
dessert is good and it is what it is
On their wedding day
“The Days of Our Lives” was played
Congregation laughed
© Joseph, 9/20/07
© All Rights Reserved
I wrote this while attending a wedding. This is serious! lol! The traditional or
classic Japanese senryu format has three lines: the first has
five syllables, second has seven syllables and the third five syllables. The
pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about
an emotional expression.
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