Clownish yaw engines
Spin us about
The blue sphere we inhabit
Its future in doubt
Our cumulus cloud shroud
Conceals the pain
Of tanks, missiles and pogroms
And unburied slain
Eight years ago this day February 8 2016 I came forth
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Non nowhere so familiars
Worth more than billion
I be one of God’s Children
In His army, yet a civilian
LeiNah Williams’s brilliance
In mine resilience
Got mine rhythms
From my daddy (and Michael Jackson)
Definitions, divisions, harmonies decisions
I am my own girl position
Yaw! Say my name right cuz me got big guns
What’s my name, Say mine name?
Birthday today
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Hey! Hey! Hey! Happy Birthday to me
First Grand Daughter of James Edward Lee
2/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
You may talk of submarines
And of other war machines
As you sip your beer and talk of yesteryear.
You may even look with awe
At the ships that roll and yaw,
And the carriers as steady as a rock.
And what’s prettier to see
Than a ‘can’ while out at sea
With her bow that’s dancing through the brine.
A destroyer, tough as nails
Boarding seas bury her rails
Staying vertical is truly an ordeal.
To the frigates plaudits go
They put on a graceful show
As they sleekly speed along at sea.
But there is a far-famed ship
And to her our caps we tip
To the Sweeper who was where we’re heading now.
See their sweeps when they outreach
Clearing paths from deep to beach
For landing craft to bring the soldiers through.
Knowing mines unswept ahead,
Resolutely then they thread
And their sweep gear clears a channel for the fleet.
So we give them our salute
Every mine-sweeping galoot.
And raise a toast to them when they’re ashore.
.
Locked
Yes locked
her tumescent
to mine
I felt her rapid breathe
As
Mine dukes latched to her fundament
pulling her vibrate
'gainst mine wild
Ourn torsos locked
Her bulging eyne
brimming with love's wet
whilst mine
reaches hern depth
Ourn bodies yaw
loving each's sweat
Ourn maws exclamating
Vehemently
"yesss"
As mine lurch retreats
Ourn together watches
as the ebb from hern
glisters
He says caw, caw, caw—yes he crows
With roll, pitch, and yaw Branson goes
My space ride’s high price
Makes me feel oh so nice
Though it takes the earth's health to new lows!
Author's comment: Apologies to Peter Pan who crowed about feeling good (I've gotta crow). Using earth's resources for a joy ride for the rich seems odd considering the state of our planet, but the mainstream media did not cover the ridiculousness of the endeavor. It's likely quite harmful to the environment and moves effort and focus away from critical challenges. Looking at Richard Branson's body language carefully, I can't help but feel sorry for him. He doesn't strike me as being happy, but a joy ride might help as a short distraction. BTW, I wouldn't go on his plane ride, even if he paid me.
After much consideration, I believe
Most people dim hope tight cleave.
Grief is the vital human weave.
There is comfort in easiness.
People find delight in sleaziness.
All are believed to speak falsities ness.
Fear does not lead to depression or rage.
For a while, fleeting yaw fears cast and assuage.
Akin to ice cream when entirely dodge.
If you've seen the colors, you cannot refuse them.
If you've heard the sounds, you cannot reject them.
If you put in a bit of effort, you will grow wisdom.
People have been enduring painful toil.
People have been rejecting any embroil
The activity took them away from the turmoil.
The prices were significantly lower.
The risk of depleting their savings rise slower
Desiring to save money while playing poker.
This universe has been wholly upended.
I must do it until the day I fall dead.
You must proceed once the tank is loaded.
Let's atone for what happened in the past.
The obvious is simply being assert
Tomorrow will be here and even fast.
I'll see you later in heaven
I'll be the one standing with the Savior
Call Grandma oh Grandpa
I'll see you later in heaven
I'll see you later in heaven
I'll be there the one standing with the Lord
Standing, singing, praising in honor
Oh, mama oh, Daddy I'll see you all later in heaven
In heaven in heaven
I'll be the one standing with the Lord in heaven
oh, wife of my life I'll see you later
As me and the angels parade
Praises of the Father we praise
I'll be there baby later, I'll be the one there in heaven
I'll be standing with the Lord
Once again embracing you hon!
I'll be that one
I'm one of the members
A repented sinner
O' yaw I'll see ya later in heaven
9/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
May Day is "Lei Day" in Waikiki
But this year girls are looking sneaky
They're all wearing masks
And carrying flasks
But their swank is still rather cheeky
What if freezer were covered with windows;
And what if that freezer was filled with
Frozen cakes and Pies
And what if the freezer connected with a Stove/Oven
What if “on call” could make French Toast?
But back to the freezer what if you could have inside
All types and flavors of Ice Creams, Oh! My
Malts, Puddings, Pies Oh! My
Any and all kinds of frozen confections, heck!
What if this freezer was placed in the middle of an African Dessert, Yum!!
Anyway!! Could I have this kind of freezer Hey!
Maybe placed inside this live in freezer a PlayStation 2 ™ wit Cox Cable™ ooh!
(yaw know) you want one of theses LOL!!!
9/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
It is said a rolling stone
gathers no moss.
I disagree, I move on,
I'm my own boss.
Learning from a bit of this,
from a pinch of that,
to all the Jacks of All Trades
I gladly tip my hat.
Inspired by every win,
tutored by every loss,
So far, I've survived Life's
roll, yaw and toss!
Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!
Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd!
Here rests our dear Ruby who failed to duck
She was beaned on her noggin by a hockey puck!
Egbert the boxer took a fatal jab to the jaw
He died on the spot for failing to yaw!
Interred below is Purvis rigid and prone
Alas, he choked on a chicken's bone!
How we lament the loss of Naomi our sister
She was whisked up and away by a Kansas twister!
Dudley kept in shape by regularly joggin'
Alas, he tripped and fell crackin' his noggin!
Phineas was laid to rest for his eternal snooze
He died too young because of his fondness for booze!
Wilfried didn't heed the warning regarding the curve
He met his doom in a Lamborghini for failing to swerve!
While breaking a bronc Tex was abruptly unhorsed
Perhaps the task would've gone better outsourced!
Mariners in our wanderlust,
We sail beyond the horizon’s curve.
Fearful, we dare the briny deep
Out of faith in the dreams we serve.
Rough-hewn by years of knots and coils,
Our hands hoist up the canvass sails,
In the ways that the ancients toiled,
To cross the many-fathomed deep.
The muted moaning of the masts;
The pitch and the roll and the yaw
Of wooden hulls upon the deep;
The wondrous fear of freedom’s call.
Daredevil dolphins rise and roll,
As fleets of flying fish fin by
Pursued by patrols of petrels
Winging o’er foam and stinging spray.
We plough the mirrored Milky Way,
Bright on the obsidian main,
As pale phosphorescent plankton
Stream by beneath the midnight moon.
Monsters revel in the tempests,
Risen from out the great abyss.
They lurk in misty fjords, off port,
Glowering in the wine-dark sea.
The heartbeats of our bodies blend
The ancient rhythms of our cells
With the rising, falling rhythms
With the siren rhythms of the sea.
Mariners in our wanderlust,
We behave like a swarm of bees,
Spreading the pollen of culture
To the four antipodes.
yaw rap per cushions red like muffled punches by the fuzz who stops speeding bullets engraved on their tombstone, a family made bringing safe streets to the older folks...
yay man, the sin cup pay shun stuttered like a nervous kid, or ma self as a scared sullen boy, the nerdy geek, who felt the wrath of bullies branding words burning the psychic flesh of this then scapegoat.
yaw rap per cushions again my faithful friend out on the streets where peeps do meet
got to come clean living in the land of mean working as a village king
this nervous kid is full grown like a bat to the ball I stand up ten feet tall
used to be used to it last time I checked was a rooster feeling the pain in my brain
they say I got a nervous twitch while I wind up in a ditch what's my next pitch
the stereo is playing our favorite song can't we all just get along
flirting with fire in the midnight hour coming down to the wire a gun for hire
rap is for suckers making other plans this homeboy is working on his tan
ELOQUENT BANTER
Eloquent banter
Got lovely smoky burnt eyes
Lightly playfully
Plum moist purple lips
Love you abundantly so
Profoundly I speak
Eloquently I
Kissable spit taste douthit
Eloquently I
I speak so sweet your
you walk on sugar big feet
Tantalizing treat
I exchange a light
I'll love to caress your cheeks
Playing kiss your feet
Chanter my banter
I am using my words well
Curb ball throw at yaw
1/30/18
It was not the noise that woke them from their gentle sleep,
but a foreboding that was now into their dreams creep.
They sat looking quietly at each other that night,
both awaking to a horrible and ghastly sight.
Between them not a thought expressed or a word said,
something was sitting with them on the end of the bed.
In the dim light they beheld an unusual sight,
One that they would remember forever in their fright.
It spoke no words yet its mouth was open as a maw,
No teeth were seen, but only the blackness of its yaw.
They embraced each other with both screams and tears,
for they knew that an end had come to their lives in years.
It feasted on them and said, "THE GRIM REAPER IS FED"!
This was for the Halloween Contest, but I may have missed the cutoff date.
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