For Aunt Carolyn, in memory of Uncle Dennis
They were just teens outside a gift shop door,
He said, "Come on, Darling, let’s go explore."
With a wink and a grin, and her hand in his,
They stepped into life, not knowing how rare love like this is.
From navy bases to state lines they flew,
Boxes unpacked and smiles that grew.
Never a house—always a home,
Because love made each place their own.
He’d kiss her forehead, she'd fix his tie,
Even their bickering made cupids sigh.
Like teenagers dancing in a kitchen floor war,
Even their "fights" left you loving them more.
They held hands through hospital halls,
Through birthday cake crumbs and late-night calls.
And even when life was painfully tough,
They reminded us all—true love is enough.
Now she stands where he once stood near,
A bit more quiet, but holding him dear.
Because the thing about love that’s truly true—
Is it doesn’t end. It just waits for you.
So Aunt Carolyn, brave heart, please know this is true:
He’s just ahead now, saving a seat for you.
Still saying with that boyish grin so clever:
"Come on, Darling... let’s do forever."
Can I borrow your smile for a while?
'cos I'm so happy to see YOU smile!
Here are some things in my smile-a-while-pile
A wagging puppy tail rattling on the wall
A pussy cat with walking-stick tail up tall
Dandelion flower seeds puffed into the air
Blowing out candles, one-two-three, puff!
The wink and glint of eyes looking my way
The pop of popcorn popping in the pot
Skipping and hopping on way to playground park
The whee and glee of the slippy-dip slide
The hanging-out twirl on round-about rides
The pitter-patter rattle tap of rain on glass
The twit, chat, twerp of birds calling at dawn
The smell of bread straight from the oven
Walking hand-in-hand, arms swinging to-and-fro
Singing along to my favorite song with you
Watching a rainbow reach for its pot of gold
Crumpets and honey, hot chocolate and sweets
Hearing funny stories read, or told to me
I smile when YOU smile - so Come On!
Make me smile!
He walks with me
His stance strongly weak
Come on he yells
He reaches out to me
Today I hate him
He looks at me
A look so sweet it's bitter
Come on he says
His smile seems so familiar
Today I am lost
He laughs
His eyes so alluringly green
Come on he whispers
His head nods to go
Today I fell in love
I am circulating my anticipating
Foot ached fever broke bout' ta step out
Not out of my vessel, yet my voice is in session
My lungs, frontal lobe, feet and legs wanna dance
FOOT LOOSE
CUTING UP, SHIFTING FROM SLIDE TO SIDE
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Step fast come on jazzy
Step up, step in, step out, come to come through
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Happen stance, I gotta dance
Step on, step off
I carry the thought
Of what's up
To the form of getting down
How long can I be found singing
just, just, just jazz
Fast step
What a trip
Must insist you enlist come bro, come on sis
when I sing, you gonna dance
When I move ya wanna dance
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
FAST STEP come on JAZZY
8/24/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
Oh come on baby, stare at me and my naked body.
Come and hold me closer, tighter in your arms as you thrust deeply.
Oh come on baby, make love to me so passionately.
When my door was left open
That’s when you had your opportunity
to find me in darkness
“Are you sure you want to come in?”
Maybe you’ll see,
Maybe you’ll see...Me
Come on in!
Come on little girl
come out and see
it wasn't your fault
as you believed
I know you were pure
I know you were clean
I know you meant well
in all what you did...
Come on little girl
open the door
no one will hurt you
anymore
the world can be strange
and people can be lost
but it's still a nice place
for you to grow.
Come on little girl
look at the sky
look at the bird
see how they fly
they travel the world
they travel to find
the same peace you need
for your life.
Come on little girl...it is time
Jessica
.
Welcome
Help yourselves to the
bramble's blackberries y'all
Remove your loafers and
your socks
indulge the rustic
uv this earth
it's verdant
twixt yourn toes
Admire the breeze
whilst i admire mine cailin's
lush
her patient wait for my return
hern digits roaming mine face
az though she were blind
Her kisses
hern pristine
touch
welcome to mine
roam
.
Firstly
lets gather our bindles
for our tramp may cause
ourn famish
Well
Here we are
at the westernmost edge uv
the notable
Atlantic
And there
Butt 'gainst that citadel
wild
For generations
beloved berry brambles
Wait
oh
i pray
wait
for there iz
mine Rosheen
the feminine in
"Ginger waves"
and through the
Fall drops
i dreamt
and behold
there she be
hern ginger
and
ocean cheeks
Hurry
Follow me
Wouldn't it be nice to order
the weather on line?
All of the days could be
filled with sunshine..
Must I sign up for Amazon clime?
Days would be warm.
People would feel fine..
Auditions for the Rubato Orchestra
And Assemble
21 and over, all instruments, singers, writers
Composers, interupters,.
Catered bring music and instrument, call- in
Orders the night before.
Camper and barn loft lounging available.
Tuxedo and gown photographs available.
$10.00 application fee
Waived with invitation
Show invitation at the
Front gate.
I shall try not to give you the impression that on the Iowa Frontier
We are either a swindler, a thief, or a joker but come closer, my dear.
You might want to check into the Savoury Hotel. This is quite clear.
Do not worry. Your peacock and hippopotamus are already here.
We have your favorite snacks, and in the frig is cold beer.
Oh, there is a dilemma? Well, please do not broadcast that.
I want my guests to enjoy their vertical activities in this flat.
We have a universal TV set up, and there is play station and a cat.
If you come stay with us, so what do you say to that?
If you are checking in late, the key will be under the mat.
The hippopotamus is already down in the casino, bending a chair.
The peacock is preening in front of the mirror, with nary a care.
The Iowa Frontier’s Savoury Hotel is ready, and our prices are fair.
We are waiting for you, honey. You may bring cousin Lair.
If you do not turn up soon, we are loaning your bed to a bear.
Come on!!!
Every sacrifice has a price
Every sacrifice comes with a prize
You lose to win
You win to lose
Hey Sky!!!
You clamour for the stars ,
Yet hold on to the sun?
Come on!!! Pay the price
Ever sacrifice has a price
Every sacrifice comes with a prize
You give to receive
You receive to give
Hey Hand!!!!
You await gold
Yet hold on to your silvery fist?
Come on!! Pay the price
Should be writing poems which do not rhyme.
Where in the world am I supposed to start?
Just gaccidentally have called up Poetry Soup.
Am watching news on my TV screen right now.
Death, dying, damage, destruction, destroyed.
Damnation, dirty deed, devastation, dried up.
What other possible thing could go wrong?
Only God can make them become blessings.
Why would God allow hard times to occur?
What are we really supposed to do to adjust?
What did we really do to deserve all of this?
For every question that exists is there an answer?
Digestion of each question is part of a confession.
I always receive weird looks as I write my poems.
Normality imay be a word foreign to my mind.
This may also include immagination and thought.
So where should we really start as well as begin?
Hopefully God will help us find ourselves fortunate.
Then hopefully God will forgive us of all of our sins.
A place in heaven will be saved by Him for all of us.
I like some people much better than others.
Whiners – stay away.
Complainers, gripers, grouches grumpy grousers – no thanks.
Of course, if they are relatives I tend to put up with them a bit.
But not one second longer than I have to.
If you show up at my door and I like you, you may come in.
Be aware, however your shoes have to be put on the refrigerator.
I have a five-foot-long puppy who loves to chew shoes.
I like dogs better than any people, but you are welcome
As long as you do not suggest obedience school for me or the pup.
Related Poems