O’ Luffy Lue, you choose
Be boppn, boogie-woogie
Axe or jazz
Seize the night
Step up, step our pas de Bouree
Pirouette, percussion hey
Ain’t No question mine confession
No correction
Axe or jazz
Seize the night
Step up, step our pas de Bour’ee
Pirouette, percussion hey
Be boppn, boogie-woogie
Axe or jazz
Seize the night
Do what ya do?
you choose, you choose
Wha’ca gonna do Luffy Lue
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
From anthology #1 SHASTA JAZZ Dedicated verse for Shasta Simms
Categories:
wha, adventure, allusion, analogy, character,
Form: Lyric
Wha Hoo!
My grandmother was a quiet woman.
She was not the kind, to go out often.
A church picnic, and or a family gathering,
All were just fine.
Yet, her calm demure could be disturbed.
Not easily mind you.
It took just the right … event.
A board game.
2 x 2 marbles and dice,
played with friends,
“Is twice as nice.”
She would comb back her lovely hair.
Pin it close in a bun.
Tight!...
as to not get in the way.
Her best blouse, the one with the pockets…
The one I sewed them on. (by hand when I was seven)
Plenty of room for her cigarettes and matches.
Gather together with Papa and two more,
everyone was ready to start the score.
They would play not a little,
but clear into the night.
It was a good time,
Even…when there was a fight.
Categories:
wha, anti bullying, discrimination, dream,
Form: Narrative
Breezy and gallus with nerves of steel
In him the team's heartbeat you could feel
He was the brains of that Celtic outfit
For that he deserves this little tribute
Exploiting an opening with defence splitting pass
Which allowed his teammates to step on the gas
Not being a man to turn the other cheek
Retribution he chose often to wreak
A little man but a giant on the field of play
Bertie Auld's name on Celtic fans' lips will always stay
Here was the Lion with the necessary bite
Always and ever ready, and up for the fight
Categories:
wha, eulogy, soccer,
Form: Rhyme
cry cry cry
wha wha wha
I smile.
cry cry cry
wha wha wha
I laugh
I receive the pouty face now. I smile.
Stomp stomp stomp
Slam
I am relieved.
I listen to this stuff all day and I get paid for it.
Real money. From children who need extra attention.
He knows I am done when I get home.
I simply cannot stand one more whine. Anyway, he should know.
He has been married to me for forty-seven years.
Categories:
wha, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
You know what I think about creativity?
I think that life is just like an apple because they both have a hard beginning, a juicy and unexpected middle but an ending cut short.
I think that ***** is a compliment because ***** is a dog, dogs bark, bark comes from trees, trees are part of nature and nature is beautiful so thank you for the reminder.
What do I think about creativity?
What do I not think about creativity.
There's so many things to think about it, you just have to be creative enough to think them.
Categories:
wha, beautiful, creation, happy, visionary,
Form: I do not know?