I met a young man
Who was verbally dead,
Inside a text bubble
That wept in our head.
He thought rhyme juvenile,
That no one would care;
His hands turned to claws
And he tore at my hair.
A snake in the garden
Afraid of the fall,
He lit up a smoke
And he started to crawl.
Seems que*r all he wanted
Was someone to love,
Like the edge of a cliff
And the push of a shove.
Unanswered Questions
Is a promise made in thought binding
like one made verbally or can it be disregarded
no matter what it happens to be as though meaningless?
Is a dream in which enthusiasm gets sincerely expressed
and a promise made an indication of good desire or even
some kind of indication?
Is it possible for such a dream to somehow come true
without even an unexpected boo hoo over a broken heart
and maybe over feelings of regret?
Can the promise be sincerely kept, and the friendship continue
regardless of what the promise happens to be even years after
the regretful end of a friendly conversation involving a wrong
answer?
Time creates many questions, but some may never get
answered although at least some deserve to be – will they ever be
as time trickles on like a water in a creek?
Oh! Hallelujah Glory to God
Wooh ooh oh
I process proper acknowledgement
Physically mentally verbally
Express eye digress appreciate god
Wooh! Ahh! Ahh!
Abba Father Elohim Yal ha
I thank you, God For your providence
I thank my God, Father for your sovereignty.
Ba Bo O Se, Ba Bo O Se,
Ba Bo O Se, Ba Bo O Se,
Father Thank you
Ba Bo O Se, Ba Bo O Se,
Father thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank,
Oh! Father I thank you
Ba Bo O Se
Ba Bo O Se
Ba Bo O Se, Father thank you
8/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I spent the early part of my life
Giving little to no thought of my
Father and what he meant to me.
I later discovered by self analysis
That I'd subconsciously shut him out,
Thinking of nothing positive about him.
But there came a day when I was 54,
At a family reunion, a younger sister
Shed some light on our dad. On that
Summer day in Oklahoma, my entire
Attitude toward my father was forever
Changed.
He was no longer just an angry man
Who smoked and drank heavily; who
Verbally abused any who stood aversed
To him; who seldom smiled and was hard
To please.
He died when I was 13, and I reconsidered
That had he lived longer than 58 years, we
Would have gotten to know each other better
In spite of there being 11 minor children.
I tell you, I rethought a host of things and
Began to write about him and the treasure
of his brief life.
Today, please allow me to say in a few words
One item from daddy's treasure chest. Daddy
Provided a modest livelihood for mother and
Us, NEVER LEAVING US UNTIL THE DAY OF
HIS DEMISE.
D N A
In place whisper unto your ear
Sonnet spoken softly for only you to hear
Fingers embrace your vessel such
Or ercononomiclly hands in fingers cross
DNA
Doing nostalgia atomically
Don't no always
Doesn't never align
Distance navigate awareness
Don't know answers
Lips placed on cheeks
Printed placed lipstick kiss
Verbally i'm reminisce
Such a delicious substitute taste
Amazingly flavored in graced
Renaissance bliss
DNA
Doing nostalgia atomically
Don't no always
Doesn't never align
Distance navigate awareness
5/14/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Placed bar of soap in water bottle creates soapy water doesn't mean that it's ottabe drinking, just because your mouth is stinking. The oily palace residue bombards, your throat sets a bitter brew. Though your mouth may have older this ivory soap Wasn't meant to be deluded. The bar soap was meant to stop you from being verbally abusive.
5/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
.
verbally that iz
az hear'n
an
audiance
tuh me
laud
or
chide my
thus
edvard hern
'bout
oak
immure'd
theze slips
ink's
tuh tap think
tickle
tilt
FACTUAL REALITY-:-
remains
equivocably
individual
pointedly
formulated
in AUTONOMOUSLY RARE
verbally
active
argumentative
complex
concepts
then PERCEIVED
normative
binding
motionless
reflected
symptoms
flimflam Freddy, Frankenville’s only funeral director
actively sought out numbskulls, dimwits and nitwits
an expert in cajoling them into signing contracts
assuring them that their funerals would be exquisite
he verbally mentioned doves, orchestra, and magic shows
none of this was in the contract they signed
a contract that guaranteed nothing
a contract that assured him of unbelievable amounts of money
funerals that cost others six thousand,
cost these nimb-nuts twenty thousand
in teeny tiny print it mentioned that additional expenses might be incurred
and they were
My father my friend,
My teacher my preacher,
My comfort and security.
When I was a child he used to take me sailing on Lake Erie.
It was so awesome to be in the presence of this great man.
Quiet, intelligent always teaching by example.
I put him on a pedestal and he never fell.
My father my friend
Always there for me
No matter how hard.
Never a question or look, always helping me to cope.
When I was a child I used to watch him carefully cut stained glass.
Cutting and soldering creating these beautiful colorful lamps.
He was an artist and extremely smart.
He gave me my values he gave me my start.
My father my friend
I will always love you and you will always love me.
Even if I can’t see you or hear you, I feel you.
You talk to me but not verbally.
Everything we’ve ever done together
Everything about you
I am you
Thank you!
We are most wisely appreciated
and anticipated
in the press
of public fame
and the stress
of personal gain
Not
by the quantity
of our autocratic popularity
But
by the quality
of our democratic integrity.
In this peacefully pleasing warm regard,
perhaps we poignantly reconsider
Quantities are measured
by cognition performing
verbally recognized passions
while qualities are felt
through intuition engaging
preverbally connecting pleasures
Defaming risks of loss
emerge through systemic trauma
disassociation infamy
against opportunities to gain
through transformative
reassociation favored fame
Extensively requalifying
EarthMother's therapeutic potential
for democratic integrity.
It would be bedtime, and I’d rise
Risking the possibility of chastisement
By the mother who taught me, with her smiles
That my reading Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden
Every book in each collection – the Hardy Boys too
Wasn’t just a trait passed down to me, to her pleasure
It was a trait she, herself, had spread – a disease
If not verbally, then with each moment she’d spent
Turning pages, lingering amid chapters of inspired
Dreams and imaginations, wanderings
I’d come to accept as my heart’s blessing
And I’d rise, with the intent of going to my room
Where I’d keep a light beneath the quilts,
Consuming the words with a heart full of wonder,
A heart who would always see my own smiles
Reflected on pages filled with castles I’d hoped to build
Myself, and forts that found their way into my wishes
Mine is a heart filled with worlds that were not my own,
beneath the shadows of a warm quilt and sheets
who remember me… as that girl who found her home amid words
Some of us,
diversely theistic
and atheistic,
are still,
to this traumatizing partisan day,
committed to a multiculturally inter-religious
and ecologically healthy
democracy.
We are suffering
an anxious sense of deeply felt loss
fueled, inflamed, ignited
by RightWing MonoTheistic
and ATheistic
and Agnostic Theistic?
trauma,
fear- and anger-mongers,
weaponized hate-predators,
ideological dogmatists
propaganda influencers.
UnChristianRight MonoTheists
are also LeftBrain verbally dominant
anthro-privileged
patriarchally plagued
by win/lose partisanship
0-sum devolutionary economics
dualistic YangPassion v YinPleasure
dogmatic ideation.
Both Left and Right Wings
failing to feel depolarizing sides
of our comedic-belonging
v tragic-longing
Bicamerally common
cobinary
sense of faithful humor.
About some of us,
diversely theistic
and atheistic,
still,
to this traumatizing partisan day,
feeling shared passion
for a multiculturally inter-religious
and pleasure within
an ecologically healthy
organic democracy.
There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word ( elites ) is being used to describe indeed
The dregs..' its as dis-informative in the context and concept
Indeed its correction ' must get now on its legs' to
Highlight those of repulsive ways..Who glorify abuse who
Plan nightmares today.' Who facilitate urusry murder and
Greed, who co-opt and co-erce for the basest of needs who
To be validated are willing to do the vilest' the dirtiest things.)
Scum could do.' I find no word low enough.! No term that
Will match.' To the acts of these lunatics and the sick dreams they hatch.' (They call wicked for good) remember
My friend; (2020?) and just extrapolate' then and only things will
Get on the mend!
I am a decrepit, I'll tell you why
Even though telling you will make me cry
My world has been turned around, upside down
And I've developed an eternal frown.
I've tried to be helpful all of my life
Now, sadly I have to think more than twice
I've been backstabbed and I'm truly forlorn
If only I could have been told, for-warned.
My life means nothing to me anymore
Happiness and joy has flown from my door
I won’t help anyone else, as before
Only my hubby, the one I adore.
Here I sit wondering how to go on
Will I be disliked now, by everyone
Can one's joy of living ever come back
After they have been verbally attacked.
The hurt I feel is driving me insane
It will never happen ever again
I'll hide away, keeping me to myself
I hope the backstabber's proud of herself.
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