Humanity, the leaning yawl of infinite holes.
God, the tranquil sea for a millennium or so.
Swells growing bold as the sky swirls grayish.
Humanity, taking on barrels of water and salt.
Ivory gulls are shrieking at the crimson spray.
Biters and crawlers are awaiting the flesh.
The universe is a distant shell of pristine cold.
A small craft lies cracked on an isle of sea glass.
Forgotten souls in aquamarine chrysalis.
Floating above the frothy shoal.
Devotional devotees dazzlingly delight
At an amazing aurora’s star of abiding light;
You’re yawl-like year-round of Yahweh’s areole-sight,
Starlight of sunshine, starlight in splendid night,
Twinkling tirelessly ‘til the thickest tip of twilight;
Ardent acclamations in our hearts arise…alight,
Reuniting us in rejoicing with reverence in thy rite!
My baby took the midnight train
no cajoling or cuddling
she knows how to break hearts
Honey does what honey does
being mislead on country lanes
Honey yawl has a long long plan
to be free
ain't gonna stand for her man
loves forlong
My baby took the lonesome train
Hanker for my baby blue
Come back baby from Texas
just couldn't let her go
what's the use in trying
i don't mean to come hard, but that's my dog, last night-drunk as a skunk at the local bar, they hollered, let's take him home he live right down the street..um like oh no yawl, where's my dog, at the house my dog is looking at me like, take yo drunk self to bed . that morning i am awakened by a loud woof-woof at my door and a loud ka-plunk of his dog pan dropping on the floor and i know what this is for.. i want some mo sleep, but that's mah dawg yawl.
Yet instill I pray
Yet in still always
I will
Still I believe it
Your deliverance is ever so near
I believe it your blessings here
I pray for your well being
I PRAY for your children
For their enduring completed happiness
I pray for yawl safety grand good new days
I pray for you always
I pray for longevity of life on this earth
I pray for exceedingly ending the strife
I pray for you constantly, this I really do
I pray for the heart and happiness of you
5/21/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Hey man !
Flatfoot, dang!
Why you dragging your leg
Don't you know them there shoes you wear are just too small like peg
Them there shoes you wear are too small, y'all!
~
Where are your arches and
Where is your perrier
How can you twist in your turn
As you try walk as you fall not dance on the floor
Why do you waddle and not walk
Liken a toddler it's a wonder you can even talk
~
Why you're in crutches and in a wheelchair bound
Where is the Hope of you running a marathon
Flatfoot no wonder yawl dragging y'all foot N' leg
hup yup hup hup hup hup-two three four hup two three four
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
11/28/21
Shush...DIDN'T I TELL YAWL TA BE QUIET
Be quiet, hush now;
Says the Librarian;
Mama says “Shush! Do you want to wake everyone?”
Toddler mocks mama shushes every one else;
What's the rush;
Grandma says you better hush;
Utterance of “shush” the thumps were followed by;
More hushes and shushes and yawl better B quiet from the aunts';
Gits a switch from out the yard;
Now ya hear a soft swishing or rustling sound;
Shush;
Gittin yo buttocks whipped;
What ya rush;
And you bet not cry;
Been tellin ya to be quiet so now
Shush;
SHo?oSH, SH?SH!
9/12/18 ©2018
For Shush...Did You Hear That? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
MAMA N THEM JUZ KEEP LIVIN---
Mama N em’
Gone tha dun past a way
MaMA been dead for forty-four years and…
She jus keep on liven, liven,
Lord, God know’s she is juz livin, livin
Standin next to Jesus………………
Grandm gone on
Been dead sum fif-T years now
Grandm she jus keeps on livin, liven, liven
PaPa died ya in 1889
So me N my wife and chill-ren
See hum in his grand chill-ren
Me PaPa Oh! Yeah
Mi Daddy yawl,
Me PaPa jus keeps on liven, liven, He lives on
Mama N em’ they up N heaven praizen My Lord and Savoir and My God
Mama
Grandm
Papa
All of em’ iz juz liven, praizen, standin next to Jesus
All of em’ iz in heaven
Thank you-Jesus
9/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Old Time ***** Spirituals”
The Stray Cats
They come every morning,
And wait by the kitchen door.
When I walk past them to the boutique,
They follow me down the road.
When they brush their tails
Against my foot,
I carry them into my house.
They like the way I give them food:
One for each in five little bowls!
And they love me: I know for sure
But if they come in the night
To sit under my window and yawl;
I just pick up my broom
And shoo them off.
08/10/2018 (MM/DD/YYYY)
I am looking for a way out.
I have been on the battlefield for too long now.
To see what my efforts are worth,
I escalate to seek progress profound.
However, I have gain insight along with a philosophical mind that is overpowering.
Therefore, I must reflect to share with others that may be in the same aura.
A tenet that is intense is that I must procrastinate fate -
Take my time to prefect a greater way.
Walk in stride of belief that
Let the people see
That the cause has evolve
To a grandeur source.
I am looking for a way out.
I want to embrace the knowledge found.
A new world discovered
New ideas uncovered
Treading in confidence because I have earn this self-image.
Therefore, I can see my own reflection.
A precept that has formed is that creation is done through acumen.
Dictum and aphorism are the rules of thumb.
Augmentation lambastes to strengthen the home front.
My eyes are in the sky!
When are yawl going to start partying in the streets -
When I am homeless on a bench or when I am no longer here?
Peace be unto you!
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Scribe July 25, 2015!
I love the sound of it;
whether near enough to rattle
bones or far and faint,
my ears billow as chill bumps
staccato dance down my spine.
At the lonely yawl, imagination stirs,
emotions flood, surroundings shift.
In an instant, I am transported
into an unknown zone.
Though we travel far above it
on silver wings
or beside it on rubber wheels,
my heart races as hot metal
glides over iron rails
and the train whistle blows.
It speaks to my deepest longings.
Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in a stew
that Rice ain't nice and the NFL smells.
Seems a shame, just 2 games
suspension for sending fiancé to unconscious dimension
but 5 games in the pink for some "illegal" ink
and a season on the rope for smokin a little dope.
Too bad, violence gainst women so sad
but these are men in a violent pen
NFL pretzel logical?
Whatever the reason, dirty laundry in preseason
washed clean yawl, if Ray take us to the Super Bawl.
Tennis anyone?
https://ca.sports.yahoo.com/news/here-s-how-badly-the-nfl-did-in-its-punishment-of-ravens-rb-ray-rice-200513481-nfl.html
Dawn sighs a crimson vapor
along a beach of trolls
(pretending to be plastic things)
fond of gleaning the mind
leaving a trail of seaweed and grit behind
that stays with you till the ends
meet time....
The yawl is beached
skin blistered blue till white
listen to wind stories whispering
truth always lies somewhere between
pulp and rind-piper and gull
solitude and scream.
Take a picture of the sunrise
through the foggy lens of
a been there- done that life
but there are new things to see
yes, worthwhile things- aren't there?
Just pan offal from pristine.
and when you've reached
what you've had all along,
hide your disappointment cleverly
wear its flaw on your ringing finger.
I'm heading for unspoiled terrain
{hopefully sooner than later}
rescued from the hearth of a deepening canyon, called uncaring.
A one-way cool air balloon ride
into the lattice of heaven.
I was in a bad place
Felt no reason to give thanks
In past years
And as I reminisce, my best memories
I had here
As I let go of the pain from last year
I know I have cried my last tear
No longer afraid of my reflex ion
I have conquered my last fear
I’m thankful that the journey I started led me here
Allow me a moment to catch my breath
Because I am so thankful for this air
That expands my lungs
And turns these flow of words into songs
As these thoughts dance off my tongue
And my hand, this pad, this pen blends into one
I am thankful to reach this state of clarity
And apparently
Even when I was cold, and alone I had this security
Purity
The heavenly father stayed there with me
But as I sit amongst you all
Most of all
I’m thankful yawl chose to share this meal with me
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