2025 has been totally relaxing for me
I have been retired for a year which fills me with glee
It was time too, as I am now seventy-three
2025 was incredible of me, for my days were all free
I did not have to drive anywhere, so I stayed home to play
I once had to drive on the interstate two hours a day
Writing poetry and painting whisked my imagination away
My time was my own, for that I yell a “hooray!”
2025 has been a year to play with my huge pony dogs
I take them outside where they lay down like two logs
We have woods and meadow, we even have two bogs
But no one was moving, in the early morn fogs
I did not have to do this, that, or the other
I had time to visit my sister, mother and brother.
2025 was a year where I slowed down in every way
Every minute was exciting, every day a great day
14 May 2026
I swear
it happened—
just not
in this universe.
Yesterday,
the cereal mascot
winked
with the other eye.
Proof,
obviously,
that timelines
shuffle
like cheap cards.
People say
I misremember.
Cute.
As if
my brain
would ever
get things wrong.
No—
Reality
is the one
that keeps
glitching.
I mean,
why trust memory
when you can trust
a cosmic typo.
Leeland was a predator no one would suspect
he attended mass every Sunday to genuflect
a handyman volunteer in our close neighborhood
husband who appeared to do what he always should
Leeland was a serial killer called out by his DNA
this totally shocked us, most now had nothing to say
How could a terrific guy like this be a mass killer?
this shook our church and our town off of their pillar.
.They think they've got us neatly fooled,By global maps and globes in school.But look outside, it's plain to see,The ground is flat as it can be.If we were spinning out in space,We’d all be flying off the place.The water would just spill right out,Of every lake and water spout.And don't get started on the moon,Or NASA’s giant space balloon.They hide the ice wall at the edge,With penguins guarding on the ledge.It’s just a giant dinner plate,No spinning core or heavy weight.So drop the math and look outside,There is no curve for them to hide.
natural terrace
totally natural place
beside the river
so you are very welcome
to have a natural nap
The nadir of insanity, is engendered by a
controlling
Humanity, who on impulses of awareness
of mortality in all fairness.) Does
Propulse their very thinking.? And with efforts always plinking.' Whilst in despair and never blinking, dazelled by much lighting, and daubed in cosmetics..Its all rather frightening, and might well effect actions of health and thought connection.' Always dealing and extruding confidence
As precluding any workable continuam there is great proclivity, to? To? I'll term it
' turbo-binning ' as the waste of all their intense-ity.. biights earth and heaven with monstrosity's there is no
end to in truth; just 'oddity's' A 1970s car i'm told fired away.? I
Fail to see there beauty.. Rather insecurity its somewhat sad.. I sense, just some thoughts today.' As lost in denial.' Of reality (and certain files?) Not to mention trials.. They tinker with vials..Containing whatever.? Will make them. Younger;
ever clever clever.? To me its real alien, and why direction is failing.'
Its a loop despair ' and deep fear it seems that that drives them to eventually no-where.'
Hell is now totally empty,
Since Satan relocated to your heart;
His angels in you are plenty —
Our once-blossoming love they've torn apart.
His voice in you speaks violence,
Courting hatred and spite instead of love;
Abhorrent of our quietness,
So peace and happiness it strives to shove.
My presence now stinks like the trash,
Your words burn fierce like tongues forged in hell fire,
They scorch with vigour in a flash,
While you pile up your venoms, never tire.
Satan crawls like a snake in you,
He controls your temper and stains your tongue;
though you're blind to what I go through,
Still, I will love you till breath leaves my lungs.
You Needn't Ever OBEY
WHATEVER Any Voice
In Your Head May
*Persistently* Say.
-Gray Squirrel
08-23-2025
See if there was an Olympic Games for drugs
Would the use of every drug be expected
All the MJ athletes still at the starting position
in an endless loops of yeah are you alright
72 hours after the gun went
Might have to call it a draw
Ever coke cola fans disqualified for false starts
That guy hit a satellite with a hammer
Pole vaulting changing its name
Someone in the long jump won the marathon
And now at the swimming one of the swimmers has turned into algae and is eating all the competition
But the judges are allowing it
Back to the basketball
Ron reporting
Nope he’s still not come down
Day 54
Back to the studio
I'm sick and tired of the so-called muses,
especially the one who always chooses
to make it clear that I don't work hard enough,
yet, when I ask for a little help with my stuff,
she's always the first one who flatly refuses.
My muse yelled, "Stop! That's prohibited."
I said, "What?"
"The behavior you just exhibited."
I said, "What did I do?"
She said, "You took some lines that didn't belong to you."
I said, "Jeez! Instead of helping me, you're making me feel totally inhibited."
Someone asked, "Could you write without a muse?"
I said, "Probably could, but I'd refuse.
Why? Because a muse is so good at showing
what to tell the audience and what to keep it from knowing
so that you can keep right on going with your wild-ass ruse."
I was having a hell of a time
with a poem that shouldn’t ever have been mine.
The muse had made a big mistake
by giving me lines that shoulda gone to this poet named Blake,
of which I could make neither reason nor rhyme.
See here? - you do see a little rot.
But over there? - definitely not.
So, whoever said you were totally rotten,
doubtlessly, has brains of cotton -
cuz totally rotten? - you’re certainly not.
There are times one has to refrain from asking those
Questions why?
We simply must understand that we just have to say goodbye.
And though it saddens us to feel this way,
It’s time we move on
For it's useless to stay.
To leave those memories of happiness and sorrow,
To move ahead and find a new tomorrow.
I’ve come to that passage in my life at this time ,
To decide and know any decision I make is completely mine .
No ghosts nor past memories will haunt or torture me,
To finally leave all the past behind and to be totally free.
my grandson Scott was almost too casual
sitting in the lake
his trusty golden retriever sat right next to him
caught any fish? I asked
I am not trying, he replied
Just relaxing
I got a lawn chair and joined him
not too proud to get my clothes wet
He was right; it was totally relaxing
You were bleeding but I didn't cut you
You were crying and I didn't comfort you
There's no denying that I love you like in the landscape View honestly as the skies is blue I totally love you
He was alone that found
You didn't need no one anyone around
Self-contained don't play
You often this thing your light soul energy
So shy you are of the Divine
Perfectly hue honestly true belonging to our Father
Saddened spirit fracture heart
I in wholeness cone to heal not hurt
For only skies need be blue not you
SKIES BLUE I TOTALLY LOVE YOU-
You were bleeding but I didn't cut you
You were crying and I didn't hurt you
There's no denying that I love you like in the landscape View honestly as the skies is blue I totally love you
Saddened spirit fracture heart
I in wholeness cone to heal not hurt
For only skies need be blue not you
SKIES BLUE I TOTALLY LOVE YOU-
6/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE LIKE PIECES OF A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE,
that didnt seem so obvious at first,
but looking back you can expect the worst,
when strained expressions show one’s true feelings,
at a sore point or stray word amid our dealings,
the odds and ends didnt seem to fit,
try as we may there’s just no making sense of it,
I give a little ground and so do you,
but honestly we just can’t seem to bridge,
that awful gap that’s getting in the way,
breakthroughs sometimes work but not for long,
I hate to sing that same old boring song,
what keeps us far apart is like a curse,
our would be fixes only make the problem worse,
It isn’t like a crossword or some jigsaw,
an interactive game to be looked up,
where answers can be found in how to books,
online website or handy guide,
I wonder is it time to say goodbye,
maybe we can give it one more try
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