Once again, I apologize.
In a trip they would regret,
they sailed on the Mignonette.
Because their diet was so light,
they worked up an appetite,
and amidst the pitch and yaw,
they ate Richard Parker raw.
#1) Wise is just wisdom,
Being “smart,” can drive one Madd...
It is a process.
#2) Haikus are intense!
They can be so exciting,
I used to write them...
#3) I go by “G3...”
As a “Native...” citizen...
Call me, “One shoe...”
#4) My father-in-law...
He has a name, “One More Song...”
I care about him.
The BOSS???
#5) Is this “restricted?!?”
Nothing is choreographed...
Am I an actor? Ei. Will this be listed?
Little Diddy Truly NOT a Haiku but duly meant for me and you to groove...
Jah “Oh da la dee da...”
Boo yah!!! Hoo, hah, hey, yaw!
Do NOT forget your Yamaha...
A few keys for me please...
It is almost time for Hannukah,
Yet the twelve days of Christmas did NOT miss us,
I do NOT want to miss any of this my close
With bent backs, aching bones, and withered hands
We unfurled sail beneath a glorious moon
Which painted you softly on the jeweled night
Your smile glistened as you stood at the bow
Our canvas full we braved a quiet bay
With the barest breeze trailing in our wake
The wind deserted us upon a silken sea
Furling our sails tight against the spruce mast
We tossed our anchor into a white sprayed splash
Venturing below deck we latched the hatch
Turning up the radio with feisty, rollicking rock
Yeehaw Grandma shrilled this eager Grandpa
As our wood hulled boat shattered the glassy sea
Pitching port and starboard with roll and wrenching yaw
Our ancient bones arose at morn through a popped-up hatch
To find a blushing dawn caressing the sky.
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.
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