“The worst is feeling worthless.” Quote: Donald Glover
I tip the scales.
Life curtails.
In luminous light
To suffer delight.
Yielding bend.
New age trend.
Wanting to break.
Now awake.
Softly spoken.
Appearing broken.
Never cherished.
Hopes perished.
Always alone.
Hearts of stone.
Meandering.
Never pandering.
Solace is mine.
Gives me a sign.
I wander on.
Comfort gone.
Feeling free.
Serendipity.
Born of the earth.
Little worth.
Mother of mine.
Minds entwine.
Often mistake.
For angels sake.
Wishes plummet.
Unreachable summit.
Never to be.
Don’t pity me.
All forlorn.
Vow is sworn.
Radical change.
Must rearrange.
Nights slip by.
Wondering why.
Wander to edges.
Witness alleges.
Of life’s torment.
Self can only repent.
Watching the clock.
Taking stock.
Time is tragic.
Feel the magic.
Wont commence.
Its all pretense.
Solitary one knows.
Let the door close.
Beat a different drum.
Let the doubters come.
Find my heart.
Don’t let teardrops start.
Bequeath to me.
All that’s free.
Guide me to bliss.
A lollypop kiss.
The forlorn sorrows.
Yesterday’s tomorrows.
Of this earth.
Absolutely no worth.
SMOKE ON THE WATER
Frank Zappa and the Mothers Of Invention
Played at their Montreux Casino gig one night
But down in the audience, a flare gun was fired
Still nobody really knows how it was acquired
That eventually had set the whole building alight
The place soon emptied without much dissention
In a hotel nearby, Deep Purple were gazing out
Seeing both the flames and smoke on the water
Hence the source of inspiration for their song
That became their famous hit before too long
Roger Glover, the group’s bassist and reporter
Of the biggest fire he’d seen, he had no doubt
With smoke on the water, and fire in the sky
Those song lyrics could make a blind man cry
Many would have for it killed
And blood of The Guiltless spilled,
True Catholics to surprise,
For it fight and let voice rise!
An eye catching Rich Terrain
That knows how to welcome rain;
Enough to envy arouse
Against its tiller a grouse
For this I clench thankful fist
Of one who knows how lips twist,
The Disfavoured Man A Blouse,
An ignited fury to douse,
In this eyes gathering mist
Boxers Glover tight at the Wrist!
But Tillage an appointment
I am a disappointment,
Decrepit labor quite sure,
Harvests that still leave one poor
On a night much like tonight, and as I stood outside my door,
I heard some sounds that set me tingling,
Much like distant church bells ringing,
A peel for help, was in their clarion,
Ringing round from Heath to town, above the ocean roar,
All who lived in this small Hamlet knew that sound from yore,
It was a knell that would be sounded,
Just before a boat was grounded,
Grounded on the rocky coastline, or the rocky shore,
Signifying danger, it was a sound you can’t ignore.
Next I saw Dan Glover running, to the lifeboat he was manning,
Then his Bosun, John, came through,
Followed by the lifeboats crew,
All in eager expectation of helping those in dire distress,
Sailing out in any weather, braving sea and, nights darkness.
It was many hours later, that these brave lads came ashore,
They had rescued three poor seamen, from a crew of four,
Yet again they’d faced that maelstrom,
All that nature’s wildness came from,
Had faced it and had won, against the odds, and nature’s law.
Flaw
F is for the way she looks in mirror,
Wondering who she’d be.
L is the love she forgets to give herself,
Herself sometimes she can’t see.
A is she’s always on her tippy toes,
Striving for what’s next.
W is what makes her beautiful,
Every flaw is what makes her best.
~shyneen glover
japanese actresses
a japanese script
with english sub
titles tell of a
plot twist
and why
not
the seven samurais
turned western
but this more
classically
set romeo
and juliet
as at
both female leads not
as at stratford and
avon where boys
were woman
because of
a higher
voice
but avant-guarde
where the duel
en garde took
the path of
no going
back
but
now as two women
become one in
lost lips of a
poisoned
kiss for
this tis
of the
lost letters and words
of a word smith no
as it's been said
wasn't written
by he who
shakes
his
spear but i'd
like my bacon
well done even
so Crispin Glover
could utter scenes
of balconies but not
to wait for the coming
sun
4 chances for luck
Why? Believe in this such, what?
God has blessed not luck
James Edward Lee Sr©2017
10/18/17
On a night much like tonight, and as I stood outside my door,
I heard some sounds that set me tingling,
Much like distant church bells ringing,
A peel for help, was in their clarion,
Ringing round from Heath to town, above the ocean roar,
All who lived in this small Hamlet knew that sound from yore,
It was a knell that would be sounded,
Just before a boat was grounded,
Grounded on the rocky coastline, or the rocky shore,
Signifying danger, it was a sound you can’t ignore.
Next I saw Dan Glover running, to the lifeboat he was manning,
Then his Bosun, John, came through,
Followed by the lifeboats crew,
All in eager expectation of helping those in dire distress,
Sailing out in any weather, braving sea and, nights darkness.
It was many hours later, that these brave lads came ashore,
They had rescued three poor seamen, from a crew of four,
Yet again they’d faced that maelstrom,
All that nature’s wildness came from,
Had faced it and had won, against the odds, and nature’s law.
The Indian glover
became my Indian lover
He held my hand down Indian paths,
and loved me in his way.
His way was like myriads of birds;
colourful and joyful.
He gave me beautiful gloves
that he had made.
These stretched up my arms
right up to my shoulders:
finest silk shimmering gloves
for Indian holiday.
My lover's turban
was inset with a red-hued jewel.
People said he could be cruel,
but he never was, to me.
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11/4/2015
Contest - Beautiful
Sponsor - Silent One
3rd place win
Hallelujah
God sent His Son down to earth,
He did it through Mary’s virgin birth,
He came to bring everlasting life to us, Hallelujah.
They hung Him on the cross that day,
He will arise; one could hear them say,
He will save us from our sins, Hallelujah.
Over two thousand years have come and gone,
He did not leave us here all alone,
He left The Spirit here to guide us, Hallelujah.
Jesus wants the entire world to know,
To His home in Heaven we each can go,
Only if we believe in Him, Hallelujah.
He walked on water; He calmed a stormy sea,
He promised to return for you and me,
Today we wait patiently for His return, Hallelujah.
©2015 Lynn B Glover
My Best Friend
If no one smiled and no one grinned,
T’would be a terrible world we live in.
Turn about, look across your past,
Did you make any friends that would truly last?
Friends may come and friends may go,
However a true friendship will continue to grow.
A friend is made of the purest gold,
A true friend comes from a special mold.
A friend will be with you through good or bad,
A true friend like that never gets mad.
That friend will stand beside you from the start,
That friend will always be there with love in his heart.
The best friend anyone could have is God’s son,
With him on your side the battle is won.
He gave all of himself on the cross that day,
So you might find a place in heaven along the way.
Don’t let this loving, giving friend pass you by,
Grab on to him now, there won’t be a second try.
His love is known throughout this land,
Why not make him your friend, take a stand?
©2008 Lynn B. Glover
The Empty Nest
I see a squirrel building his nest,
In his life he has but one quest.
To build that nest as sturdy as can be,
So nothing can dislodge it from that tree.
Mother squirrel is satisfied as she inspects his work,
Pleased, she gives him an acorn as one of his perks.
He built this nest with love and care,
Now completed, with his family he’ll share.
I watch as this family begins to progress,
Then the little ones come out to assess.
All parties have approved of this new place,
It was built by their father with loads of space.
The family has left; the nest is now void,
A place called home that they really enjoyed.
The empty nest syndrome is with my friend with the bushy hair,
I know how sad he feels, I’ve already been there.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
On War Maneuvers
I remember the dusty dirty roads back home,
I walked them daily trying not to roam.
I walked with friends, but occasionally alone,
In bare feet I felt the pain of every stone.
It was during the summer of ’43,
Going home I would play in every tree.
I had just celebrated birthday number eight,
There is no way I will forget that date.
We heard the army was coming our way,
Boy, we kids thought they were here to stay.
We soon realized they were here to train,
Preparing to go get Hitler in countries like Spain.
This was called maneuvers during World War Two,
Our red arm band soldiers were tracking down the blue.
During chow we met with the soldiers that night,
We did not realize that these men had to fight.
One soldier’s rifle I was allowed to hold,
It was loaded with blanks, we were told.
I fired accidentally, the shot rang true,
The soldiers scattered quickly without asking who.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
Slowly Parting
Tonight I waited for you,
You were gone it seems.
The smile I once knew so well,
I’ll see only in my dreams.
Though you have gone away tonight,
Your love I will never forget.
That’s why, my love, I wait for you,
You haven’t shown up yet.
I’ll never forget your kisses,
Because tonight I need them so.
I stand duty here on the ship,
My head bowed very low.
My prayers have not been answered,
Because you’re alone as I.
We’ll go our separate ways,
Never again to say goodbye.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
That September Day
The terrorists sneaked into our country that September morn,
This nasty, dirty, cowardly act will always be scorned.
The act they carried out was to murder our friends,
Our nation’s mourning still transcends.
These cowards, for a moment, knocked the U.S. to the ground,
But let me tell you that our great country really came around.
Many lives were destroyed with pain that day,
We citizens learned once again how to pray.
Our God would not send us to do such a terrible thing,
That is why to each memory we must always cling.
The people who did this are burning in hell,
With their miserable lives this is where they chose to dwell.
The seventy two virgins they will never see,
The burning heat will not allow them to plea.
God cannot hear them because of their sin,
They will burn forever, they cannot win.
God bless America, the land of the free,
Thanks to these brave people who did not flee.
God bless these people as they made their stand,
Their voices are still ringing throughout the land.
©2008Lynn B Glover
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