You Needn't Ever OBEY
WHATEVER Any Voice
In Your Head May
*Persistently* Say.
-Gray Squirrel
08-23-2025
See if there was an Olympic Games for drugs
Would the use of every drug be expected
All the MJ athletes still at the starting position
in an endless loops of yeah are you alright
72 hours after the gun went
Might have to call it a draw
Ever coke cola fans disqualified for false starts
That guy hit a satellite with a hammer
Pole vaulting changing its name
Someone in the long jump won the marathon
And now at the swimming one of the swimmers has turned into algae and is eating all the competition
But the judges are allowing it
Back to the basketball
Ron reporting
Nope he’s still not come down
Day 54
Back to the studio
I'm sick and tired of the so-called muses,
especially the one who always chooses
to make it clear that I don't work hard enough,
yet, when I ask for a little help with my stuff,
she's always the first one who flatly refuses.
My muse yelled, "Stop! That's prohibited."
I said, "What?"
"The behavior you just exhibited."
I said, "What did I do?"
She said, "You took some lines that didn't belong to you."
I said, "Jeez! Instead of helping me, you're making me feel totally inhibited."
Someone asked, "Could you write without a muse?"
I said, "Probably could, but I'd refuse.
Why? Because a muse is so good at showing
what to tell the audience and what to keep it from knowing
so that you can keep right on going with your wild-ass ruse."
I was having a hell of a time
with a poem that shouldn’t ever have been mine.
The muse had made a big mistake
by giving me lines that shoulda gone to this poet named Blake,
of which I could make neither reason nor rhyme.
See here? - you do see a little rot.
But over there? - definitely not.
So, whoever said you were totally rotten,
doubtlessly, has brains of cotton -
cuz totally rotten? - you’re certainly not.
There are times one has to refrain from asking those
Questions why?
We simply must understand that we just have to say goodbye.
And though it saddens us to feel this way,
It’s time we move on
For it's useless to stay.
To leave those memories of happiness and sorrow,
To move ahead and find a new tomorrow.
I’ve come to that passage in my life at this time ,
To decide and know any decision I make is completely mine .
No ghosts nor past memories will haunt or torture me,
To finally leave all the past behind and to be totally free.
my grandson Scott was almost too casual
sitting in the lake
his trusty golden retriever sat right next to him
caught any fish? I asked
I am not trying, he replied
Just relaxing
I got a lawn chair and joined him
not too proud to get my clothes wet
He was right; it was totally relaxing
You were bleeding but I didn't cut you
You were crying and I didn't comfort you
There's no denying that I love you like in the landscape View honestly as the skies is blue I totally love you
He was alone that found
You didn't need no one anyone around
Self-contained don't play
You often this thing your light soul energy
So shy you are of the Divine
Perfectly hue honestly true belonging to our Father
Saddened spirit fracture heart
I in wholeness cone to heal not hurt
For only skies need be blue not you
SKIES BLUE I TOTALLY LOVE YOU-
You were bleeding but I didn't cut you
You were crying and I didn't hurt you
There's no denying that I love you like in the landscape View honestly as the skies is blue I totally love you
Saddened spirit fracture heart
I in wholeness cone to heal not hurt
For only skies need be blue not you
SKIES BLUE I TOTALLY LOVE YOU-
6/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE LIKE PIECES OF A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE,
that didnt seem so obvious at first,
but looking back you can expect the worst,
when strained expressions show one’s true feelings,
at a sore point or stray word amid our dealings,
the odds and ends didnt seem to fit,
try as we may there’s just no making sense of it,
I give a little ground and so do you,
but honestly we just can’t seem to bridge,
that awful gap that’s getting in the way,
breakthroughs sometimes work but not for long,
I hate to sing that same old boring song,
what keeps us far apart is like a curse,
our would be fixes only make the problem worse,
It isn’t like a crossword or some jigsaw,
an interactive game to be looked up,
where answers can be found in how to books,
online website or handy guide,
I wonder is it time to say goodbye,
maybe we can give it one more try
I first heard the word 'abrosexual' today
I confess I was totally blown away
Today bed a woman, tomorrow a man
To every desire say, "Yes I can"
Life endlessly changes, there's constant flux
Who am I? What am I? That is its crux
Totally: in awe so in love with HIM
My Holy Daddy, He's my Father, Abba Lord
And I am so totally in awe so in love with Him
Holy Father from above
He is my perfected LOVE
And I am so totally in awe so in love with Him
He's given me grace saving me from myself
He is my perfected LOVE
Hallelujah
He's given me grace saving me from myself
Holy Father from above
Hallelujah
My Holy Daddy, He's my Father, Abba Lord
And I am so totally in awe so in love with Him
Holy Father from above
He is my perfected LOVE
Holy Father from above
He is my perfected LOVE
And I am so totally in awe so in love with Him
5/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
plain jane bird from the northern territories
lands on reflective ice, possibly a berg
attracted to gorgeous polar bear like parakeet
no idea how she will ever be able to leave
even though her new sweetheart is cold and flat
she is so totally in love
Always been blessed with “stick-to-it-ness”
Got it from my dear old dad
He rode a pedal bike 360 sixty miles each way
Took four days there four days back!
At any age, that's quite an accomplishment
But my dad was sixty years old
From Montreal to Toronto each way
A feat so gruelling, so bold
A wee one of eleven back in nineteen forty-six
Didn't hit me till many years later
The impact of his enormous accomplishment
It then seemed a whole lot greater
Been telling this proud tale wherever I go
Bout inheriting his “stick-to-it-ness”
Don't think I can even come close to matching
The resolve and dedication he possessed
Thanking God, His most graciousness, I am all healed.
Totally at peace, my grateful body now feels.
Crushed knee, thigh broken in two pieces.
I howled uncontrollably,with no ceases.
Trauma center,six hour surgery.
Hospital, heaven on earth!
Food for royalty.
Kindness galore.
Perfection!
Tribute to UC Davis Trauma Center, Sacramento, California
Thank you, miracle workers!
Pangie Romios
Note to poets. Horrendous fall in November. Took 6 months to heal.
How great the ability to walk is! It feels akin to flying.
Thanks to all of you who wrote, read my poetry and supported me.
And a first class family, who stood by me, on this long road to
recovery.
All of you are angels!
5/21/2022
Thank you, Lord, for not having the brains of fawn.
Like the Texas man, who broke into a home, to mow the lawn?
~True Story~
5/9/2022
My God is…
Totally awesome
He’s so worthy
And He is worth all the sum of my praise
My God is…
So Holy and blossomed
Like a summer flower, in the shade
My God is…
Totally awesome
So awesome
Yes! HALLELUJAH
We are all, His sons and daughters
When we receive and believe in?
My God is holy, just, loving ever caring OH!
And my God is wanting, sharing, redeeming so…
My God is…
So Holy and blossomed
Like a summer flower, in the shade
My God is…
Totally awesome
He’s so worthy
And He is worth all the sum of my praise
He’s the sum of all
He’s the sum of all
He’s the sum of all my praise
3/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
[ from the forthcoming anthology ] " I AM IN HIS PRAISE "
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