Saw it coming
Started running
Through the woods
As fast as I could
Evil in the mist
Making sinister hiss
Sound
Translating freedom 'going down'
Beautiful mirage arrived
No fear of going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
Chit chatting away
Screaming about pay
"Ammunition I will fire
Since you seemed to of tired
Do not fear
I have a long neck beer "
Siren made clear
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
tempest pools
he works all day
my woodman
he deserves some play
some interchange in tempest pools
my woodman makes me sigh
he makes me giggle
his pleasure’s my triumph
whatever I do is exchanged for better
my woodman’s prodigal tongue
sparks soul-confirming oaths
I lose myself
Lucky me
I have a woodman
the gipsy's cool audacity
and I’ve known the charms of love
.
.
Songs for this:
Teach Me Tonight by James Taylor
Everytime You Make Me Smile by Massimo Costa & Mika Logo
I'll Tumble 4 Ya by Culture Club
Our heroine Dorothy is caught up in a storm,
She looks around as she lands, unbeknown will transform
Children’s dreams in an adventurous way,
With her new friends, let’s say hurray,
Magic shoes travel The Yellow Brick Road, not the norm.
They discovered the Wizard Of Oz was human, a con,
But gave Scarecrow his much wanted brains, wow he won,
The Tin Woodman was given a heart,
Which he wanted from the start,
Cowardly Lion made brave , ruled all beasts under the sun.
Witch East splattered by Dorothy's house landing, she was bad,
Grateful Good Witch North, gives Dorothy magic shoes, Dorothy glad,
Bad Witch West dissolved with water, airfoam,
Good Witch South Glinda, sends Dorothy home,
Click your heels Dot, destination Kansas, a fairy-tale grand.
HEADING – FIRST TWO LINES OF JUDY GARLAND’S SONG
Poetry Competition; Wizard Of Oz Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Date: 2024/11/23
Placed 1st in the contest
Wood Talk
The wood delivery man came this warm sunny afternoon
the man wanted cash dislikes checks, I don’t blame
him for that.
Why should he pay tax when the likes of Starbuck pays
nothing much.
I usually drink coffee at the local café, tried Starbuck once
coffee with milk was not enough kept talking about
“latte” no, just coffee, nothing else.
A friend of mine who has gone to school came over and
sorted things out; didn’t care much for the coffee
I don’t think the woodman drink coffee, a faint smell of wine
about him.
It was after lunch, the police officers, leave us alone here
In the deep dark valley.
Oh! Omaha what with your Woodman Tower
Not covered what it's higher First National Bank
As the mighty Mo!
Missouri River separates Nebraska and Iowa
Two strong mighty buildings that towers
That touch just below the clouds floor
Oh! Nebraska's biggest metropolitan City
12/13/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
This owl gives the best advice,
As if he lived a thousand lifetimes.
His wisdom spoke in these words:
“Always move forward from the ones in your herd”
Let curiosity be your fuel
Question the life we abhor
Because everyone must know
What we know best
Is what we didn’t learn at school
He says, push your limits
Discover
The nooks
Mysteries undiscovered
Of
He says, living in one of the oaks,
You don’t notice your chains
If you don’t move
The more he saw the less he spoke,
All this wisdom he seeked to bequeath.
The less he spoke the more he heard,
The weary woodman wrecking home beneath.
Gloom shrouded their homestead
no one knocked, just looked instead
Christmas stole their value of pride
curtains were closed, no presents to hide
provisions were spread across the table
most were cans without a label
they sat by the fire, stories were read
prayers of hope before going to bed
the smoke in the chimney seem a little rough
the firebox was low there was just not enough
a woodman saw and smelled the smoke
it was gray and needed a stoke
He filled the wood box with good maple wood
he offered to do whatever he could
he told the folks acts of kindness brings people together
and sharing is for those in need of whatever
the town folk heard the deed of the man
who decided to help the family by lending a hand
the family said “but we are poor on the other side of the tracks”
‘no one wants to face us, they only turn their backs’
the folks gathered and built a bridge over the tracks
paving the way for generosity and whatever it lacks
being kind said the woodsman is from being wise
t’was when the smoke got into my eyes
Salamander
Eating samples
of steak
Standing tall
While the owl on the branches chewing grapes
coffee mongrel shopping pit bull
dancing straight
Standing tall
Always wondered whose on first base
television my religion
has nothing to do with your hate
must be plastic because you're so dramatic
I can't relate
Standing tall
something bothering you
your chewing on your shoe
if you were an animal I would be you
Standing tall
even handed thrown baseballs
writing novels, spitting anvils at the walls
who an I to alter
Standing tall
Salamander
writing novels, spitting marbles in the hall
no encouragement just resentment
after all
standing tall
still coffee mongrels, shopping pit-bulls
dancing straight, still can't relate
all you wanna be is great
Mutual of Omaha, Woodman Tower, 30 Rockerfellow, Eiffel Tower
mirrors on the floors and walls...still
Standing Tall
03/05/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Go find yourself a Judy Garland rainbow,
Shut your eyes and see it, oh, so clear.
It draws you like a beacon, and it guides you like a star, so far from here.
Keep searching for that Judy Garland Rainbow,
People say you’re foolish and naïve.
You walk that road of yellow bricks with confidence because you do believe.
And it’s magic, yes, it’s magic, and oh, so pretty.
You’re reaching, yes, you’re reaching that Emerald City.
And when you find that Judy Garland rainbow,
Help somebody else to make it through,
The Scarecrow and Tin Woodman know the secret, and I know they’ll share it too.
("Somewhere Over the Rainbow" Music by Harold Arlen, lyrics by E. Y. Harburg)
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