I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby
and a member of the educated Elite.
In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories.
I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year.
I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy,
until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)
Let’s get poetic-ish..
I said,
“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying.”
Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?
"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
Categories:
utmost, baby, boyfriend, humor,
Form: Free verse
Always feeling so unneeded, so underappreciated.
But for once she is feeling as though she is utmost defeated.
Still feeling unspent on anything requiring effort.
Categories:
utmost, depression, loneliness, lonely, mental
Form: Sijo
Three of the utmost sassiest chicks I ever did see
Were Bluey, Red, and the notoriously cutey Blondie
They wiggled their tail feathers, causing rooster to turn red.
He was their embarrassed daddy, this big guy, named Fred.
Why do you act like such harlots, I asked them one day
We like to tease the other roosters; it is our way to play
They never settled down, stayed single all of their lives.
A good thing probably, they would have made terrible wives.
Categories:
utmost, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Remember Newton's Third Law
Forces result from interactions
Are equal and opposite
Wow
A lovely definition to remember
I hope that
My love to my hubby is repaid
My love to my children are repaid
My love to the others is valued
My love to God is utmost and eternal
With the encouragement of
Newton's Third Law
Let's give before we take
Categories:
utmost, devotion, faith, god, hope,
Form: Free verse
Is it hearty to eager gaze at him with fond hope?
As the latter view with life borne, in gradual slope.
A high-flying plane to God's never-ending city.
But picking dreadful death isn't offered entirely.
Endwise, I'll once again aim to relish a joyful life.
A cheerful get-together for all who have left strife.
No also poignant anguish, torment, or intricacy.
Since I merely bear all lack, will not require any.
In eternal Heaven, God will reward and soothe me.
As we promptly proceed on a never-ending journey.
With ample time, we'll be heeded as utterly were.
To sustain in perpetuity with my brood there.
As I anxiously exit from this premonition planet,
At the point when I enter Heaven's greatness exquisite.
Nudging me will reliably provide no justifiable excuse.
In regards to this loathsome and impure recluse.
Written: November 21, 2021
Categories:
utmost, analogy, beauty, destiny, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Often I held you
In my arms I expelled
You your breath so lively
Your touch inside me
As I wait to inhale you
Pleasant pressures virtue
Honorably I acknowledge knowingly I never hurt you
This cause, because of my virtue
I am absolutely I'll revert to the truth
I will hang on and never let loose
For darling I love you to the utmost
Always and together
We will come we will come and praise God together
Our hearts minds and soul
Intertwined and in a row
Your heart's so lively beating as such
As I embrace you you're warmth your touch
Ever so mean so every much
This calls because of our virtue
I am an absolute because of our virtue reverting to our truths
Together we both shall hang on and never unloose
My, my, my, my, my darling I love you to the utmost
8/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
utmost, appreciation, confidence, feelings, for
Form: Lyric
My utmost favorite day is today, for today is the day
That I get to see you again.
It has been ages.
I cannot remember how long, maybe thirty years.
But I know when we see each other, we will know each other instantly!
Uh, Oh, Is that woman you?
Or is the other woman you?
I guess we have changed in thirty years.
Woman in green shirt is rushing over to look me over carefully.
Linda? Uh-huh.
We hug, laugh, both talk at once.
You go, no, you go. A great start to a great day, a life long friendship!
MY utmost favorite day again, even though we had a lull in the middle.
Categories:
utmost, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Be the most utmost you that you can be.
Not once in a while, but daily. Every single minute.
The world is counting on it
Because you are the only you we have.
Categories:
utmost, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Free verse
You want me to think simple,
In a simple and fun-loving way
Often I heard your voice in the other room
The laughter of kids, giggling along
Often I force myself
To try to think in a fun-loving way
I could not.
Growing up gets in and lets in
In a somewhat tragic way.
I see laughter, beauty, and simplicity of little ones
And I see you, laughing and growing old day by day.
I bid my simplicity farewell, there.
And simplicity is sometimes a dormant form
Of the absence of thinking or bypassing too much.
We approached the bridge, and the rest is the call of time.
The utmost drug of life is appreciation , after all.
Categories:
utmost, simple,
Form: Free verse
Want to reach a child, teach him to care?
To do everything with a gentle flair?
Don't hover over over him 'til you're blue in the face
Or lavish undeserved praise on him -- a complete waste!
Show him the way, instead, in your every action and deed
By modeling utmost compassion and care, plant the seeds
Honor and speak well of your father and mother
Your aunt and your uncle, your sister and brother
Always consider how you'd like to be treated
When communicating with others, even on Twitter
By modeling daily the caring way to act and behave
You'll raise a chlld to be proud of, from cradle to grave
Categories:
utmost, care, children, education, parents,
Form: Rhyme
The god of this world is not wholly
Wholly good or wholly evil.
He does his best to avoid extremes.
With his cornucopia he feeds the paying multitudes
While the rest discreetly hunger. He nourishes,
Admixing with good food insignificant,
that is – as far as we can tell - insignificant
Doses of toxin. We must say grace mindful
That slightly poisoned food is better than none, and
“In the long run,” as one archdeacon of economics said:
“Who cares,?“ We’ll all be dead.”
Progress was not made for man, but man
Was made to serve progress. “What progress?” you ask.
Ah, the answer to that is far, far, above us,
Filed away on the fiftieth storey.
By the way, don’t get too worried
about that radio active leak!
An expert has assured us we need expect
Only a couple of extra cancer cases at most.
And besides, don’t rock the boat
No, the god of this world is not holy.
Period.
Categories:
utmost, cancer, environment, food, political,
Form: Blank verse
Iambic Pentameter To Utmost
So up to what now have I been leading
My brilliant poems should be reading
On you will have such a severe effect
Regardless of which one you do select.
Many of them always seem to be apropos
To what has become such a severe blow
Witch seems to amount to very much
But with reality may be out of touch.
Even if I were to both brag and boast
Poem is iambic pentameter to utmost
And will anyone you know a poem vet
Making format of it into that of a tet.
When you draw a broad, wide diameter
And prefect poem as Iambic Pentameter
What we have heard as a general rule
Of thought is usually used in each school.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
In many places where most poets live
Some thought tet may sound offensive.
Categories:
utmost, allegory, analogy, poetry,
Form: Couplet
...dedicated to all my Soup brothers and sisters
A lady at a window writing,
measuring her words with strict precision.
She takes a sip of tea
as if to fuel her imagination.
Memories go drifting by - a brother
playing basketball, the softness
of a springtime rain, the anger
of an autumn sky, a flash,
and thunder rumbling.
Smells and sounds, grist
to her mill. Nothing spoils
her view until her best attempt is done.
Still dissatisfied she tweaks
and fiddles, substitutes a weak word
for a stronger one. At last content
she sets aside her pen.
Yes, they will know her now,
know the beauty of her mind,
and know that she will always do her utmost.
Categories:
utmost, writing,
Form: Verse
It was over in Brooklyn,
No, not a Met’s game.
God forbid that.
“The world was, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.”
In which the first man jumped.
It was all over really,
That 12 million people were out of work,
There were already poor people,
But at this point a man could not just “Whistle off, and march on.”
Because he was in the same situation,
So he jumped too.
It was day after day,
That 12,000 people lost their jobs,
Wall Street for some was a “Fairy land to visit, but truly it was a desert to live in.”
And so the men who lost their jobs didn’t want to go home to their wives,
They didn’t want to tell them what happened,
So they jumped as well.
It was nationwide,
That 20,000 companies went bankrupt,
The banks went bankrupt,
As they trembled in their offices waiting for the inevitable.
They got tired of it, so they did anything to “Vary the detestable monotony”
A few more jumped,
A few more died,
All because the found that
“The universe makes a rather indifferent parent at times.”
Categories:
utmost, death, depression, school, universe,
Form: I do not know?
body's born undress
itself is the dress of soul
dress is changed in time
soul's relationship
itself with the God utmost
teaches all one by.....
Categories:
utmost, philosophy, spiritual,
Form: Haiku
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