Author E Lloyd Kelly

Messaging, as seen through the eyes of an author and poet, on the roads as traveled in one lifetime He remembers it well, as a young boy in grade school, and hating the bell. For always ringing them “back to class” as a tool. While messing around with a bunch of other rowdy boys one day, and shunning the girls who wanted to play. You know them, those who always wanted to join in on the boys’ games of the day. But then again. He was to have noticed a conversation going on between the headmistress and her, yes, the head tomboy, as it occurs. That’s her there, in a blue uniform dress. Beware! One of the girls vying hardest to participate in boys’ games, I guess. The conversation was to have continued on the inside too when classes resumed minutes later than him and you. The headmistress wanted to use the little incident as a teaching tool. The young girl had gone in and made a complaint to her about something which she said, one of the boys had said to other fools. She was sure of it....

Did any accountability come from Donald and his clan? Just before COVID 19 was a thing, this was “the thing,” the big thing.  The Elites Are Arguing It Out What am I missing? A poem of the times. By E Lloyd Kelly (the-poet.) Hey! Why are you all looking at me like that? Am I missing something here? Am I missing something? Anyway! Complete with video . Get a copy of the "Poetic Justice Book" here The convergence of the mighty minds and the elitest of the elites of mankind are arguing it out. This side is making a mocking fool out of that side’s clout. One is at a loss as to why the others’ boss has gotten it all so very wrong, in class. Arguing yet the more about the letter and the law, and as to the spirit of the longtime draft which they drew on the draw. As you already know, the law is the law, and no one is above the law, not even him, nor her. But you also know that I’m really, really rich, and can afford to buy her some whipping switch. So said the one there at the top o...