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Premium Member Roadside Jerky

An armadillo leaned on a fence,
too wilted to muster a proper defense.
His cowboy hat slouched
like a biscuit overbrowned,
his dignity having long since left town.

The relentless sun blazed down with cheer,
roasting the pasture for the fifteenth month this year.
Grasshoppers staggered.
Mesquite trees panted.
Even the buzzards looked disenchanted.

The dillo squinted west and sighed,
I reckon I'm medium-well inside.
One more degree
and y'all will see
roadside jerky where I used to be."

A bead of sweat rolled down his snout.
He watched it fall. He watched it sizzle.
"Autumn," he grumbled,
"has missed her exit.
She's probably lost near Abilene."

The fence post offered little aid.
The shade was merely shade-adjacent.
He tipped one claw
to his hat and said,

"If anybody spots October,
 tell it I'm awaitin'."

Premium Member WITCHCRAFT

     Weird Witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
      eating rotten mutton toast and burnt butter toast.
      Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles
      Witty Witch showing black magic, doing miracles.

     Ghostly Gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
    Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
    Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window.
     Moon cast ghostly shadow os shrubs in adjacent meadow.

     Vigorous going on scry Halloween Dance.   
      All are  exulted , hated to miss the chance.
      Violent Viper always hyper continue shedding tears
      ' I love you , Dear' to whisper close to my ears.

       Wicked Witch danced in guise of Fairy.
       Suddenly showed her face weird scary.
       Emerald eyed Mini Cat chased macro mouse.    
      arranging party in dark haunted log house.

    Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire.
      gifting , a shiny sapphire : Me ! About to expire.
      Vultures and Hawks coming in flocks ringing gingle bells.
       Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.

My Pondering Syllables

Sometimes I sit and I ponder.
I ponder about my lacquered erudition.
I ponder about my varnished rectitude.
I ponder about my penning acquiescence.
The insipid tedium of my veins questions my oblivion to a stupor so stark to the glorification of my solitude.
I ponder its adjacent to the extolment of my void.
The seething flame sanctifies the feigning rot of my lungs as I inhale the melancholy of your lips.
Something so soothing.
Something so soaring.
Something so laboriously stinging.
I desire for the salvation of sin;
To tattoo your words on my tongue.
To swallow my decay in your blood.
To fuse your disparity on my webs.
I sit and I ponder.
Am I so inured to the metal of these bars, I distort the culpable intimacy of still yet existing in one?
And thereafter, I ponder whether my silver ashes will ever dare to utter the sinister sacrilege of my syllables.


Premium Member Democracy - One and Done?

Elizabeth Willing Powel: “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarch?”
Ben Franklin, leaving the 1787 Constitutional Convention: “A republic, if you can keep it”.
~  from the Jame McHenry Journal, Library of Congress


Power to the people, as they say. 
The founding fathers wanted it that way. 
They had to be brave and risk their necks,
write a constitution to put the powers in check.
They didn't want a king or autocrat,
so they had to fight and not lay down flat.
Now, in its two hundred-fiftieth year,
let's make sure it doesn't disappear. 
According to the constitution's plan,
too much power is not in the hands of one man.
If we should become complacent, 
we'll become dictator-adjacent, 
and as the story history will tell
such countries don't turn out so well.  
The founders told us we must fight,
to preserve our every right.

Premium Member SIMPLE GESTURES

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Premium Member Resetting The Observer Tangent

The Hawk that we share within
Horizon leading to the cos of event 
Adjacent, hypotenuse opposite intent
The Hen we find in the sin.


A Driving Trip

A driving trip to someplace new,
Complete with water views,
Made my birthday very special,
Just the weekend I would choose.

Included was a mansion tour,
A river walk and meal
At a lovely local place, which had
A cozy, warm appeal.

Of course, throughout the day were lots
Of texts and calls for me,
Plus an ice cream stop to make the time
As happy as could be.

The weather held, the sun came out,
Our room, adjacent to
A marina, with its bobbing boats -
All better than we knew.

Today we drove past wineries
And farms with cows and sheep,
Enough to fill my dreams
When, one year older, I will sleep.

Premium Member CLOSE--

Ahhh!  Ahhhh!
So close, ever so close
Adjacent I see you
Such colorful view
Immediate all eyes on you, 
Beloved Beautiful 

Though far away
No distance in prayer
Whispers
I hear you close.I see you close.I feel you close a witness of this.You're my host hush just be still
If It's to be His will. Our Father's will
He'll be Our host close

Adjoining devoted
I feel.\nYou nearby
Concluded dearly bosom
Future covenant touch

Ever so close , i've noticed you consciously observant is to breathe the breath
We soul share so see me sotoh me when you touch such ooooh ahhh
Just be a host we'll be close

3/23/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr  2023

261 My 41st Leaf

261.

My 41st Leaf



Removed thee from twig

That is not so big

If closely observed

It's stylishly curved

Unfamiliar one!



A Nuk-Nuk owns thee

Not able to see

I am with classmates

Enriching our faiths

We're with our teachers



From beach I've just been

Where sunrise I've seen

Beautiful morning

So fresh everything

Ninth day of third month



On Baybay seaside

Domicile beside

On landscape simple

Ad mired by nimble

Adjacent to porch



It's our Retreat Day

This pretty Sunday

MAT Soc. Sci.

This moment we're nigh

As Filamerians!



-03/09-10/2014

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

The Coat Check Line

We waited for the coat check
Since our winter garb is bulky
And schlepping it around could make
Us feel a little sulky.

The Met was far from crowded
Yet the line was barely crawling.
We inched along impatiently;
As members, it was galling.

At last we made it to the front;
No claim checks were presented.
Instead, you tapped your number
On a keypad; none dissented.

When we were set to leave,
After a lovely afternoon,
We lined up once again,
Our crawl repeating much too soon.

But as we zipped our jackets up,
I noticed that adjacent
To the line we left was one where
Not one person was impatient.

For it was meant for members,
Which describes our situation.
Had we known about it sooner,
We’d have saved some aggravation.

Kissing Without Hugging

Kissing feels tender, a disguise for the horde,
Horde murmurs compliment, their voices very showy,
Showy rings of consent, heavy inside,
Inside the stillness, factual hotness must skin.

Skin the cuddle, keep space in prospect,
Prospect of love trimmed down to courteous,
Courteous shrugs remain, but craving is departed,
Departed remains the hug where affection once excelled.

Excelled like a blaze, now dimmed to a kiss,
Kiss without arms leaves something erroneous,
Erroneous seems the heart that shrinks to appear,
Appear stout outside, but feeble when adjacent.


Poem by N. Mugisho

The Narrow River


The river was slender, like mysteries ineffable,
Ineffable the lane where guilt takes hold,
Hold of his heart becoming as heavy as stone.

Stone was her past, engraved abysmal in skin,
Skin bore the veracity, though concealed within,
Within his pledges, sadness did mature.

Mature like a shadow, stretched in the darkness,
Darkness was a reflection rejecting the nimble,
Nimble of her purity, gone like the torrent.

Torrent had banks too adjacent 
Adjacent for a body to slide easily
Easily to stretch for fear of hurt.

Poem by N. Mugisho

What Lasts, and at What Cost?

If prayers can be heard, so ought my thoughts;


Some parts of me wish to establish a permanence
while omitting any whisk of a thought;
Persistence relishing in the absence of any consideration of a cost.

More parts of me wish to be of service 
to a world with a growing desire of distance;

With a recipe for creating treasures that can never rust nor find the fingers of thieving hands;
leading corrosion away from trust.

A batter for the desire to live within expanding opportunity, sacrificing a self for the growth of an "us."

A foundational stone to a community.
A structure to bear difference 
Like the strongest pallbearer's palm.

Yet before anything may ever become.
Please refresh my sights upon the world where my own visions have unwittingly grown tyrannical in efforts to enable of what I hope to be an Eden;
Let it be
And let it be greatly inimitable 
for all

52 My 9th Leaf

52.

My 9th Leaf



Got thee from small vase

Old décor replace

Host plant of 1st Leaf

Thrown away no grief

Diff'rent “fortune” plant



Planted by father

Installed there after

I was there when placed

A little so fazed

First leaf's host no more



Third day October

Sunset was nearer

While feeling not well

I'm under cold spell

Drinking I fruit juice



Just inside our house

Living room, oh browse

On vase first leaf was

‘Lil water still has

Buddhas adjacent



Simple day only

Not planned – truthfully

Just went to Passi

Withdrew some money

Wilted 1st Leaf host.



-10/03/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

Premium Member Black Rose

Breathing droplets, a nail in the coffin.
Here lies the fabric of hopes and dreams.
I need her.
But what do I need her for, I wonder?
I can’t rewrite the history of my heart.

One sided mirrors, a headless coin.
Hearts ablaze, weapons high.
March into battle, afraid.
Quicksand amongst a graveyard of flowers.

Frozen water on The River Styx.
Look at what you’ve wrought.
Until your heart is truly freed, 
you will be enslaved by thought alone.

I can’t see the end of the horizon.
Her hand is out of reach.
Why can’t she see it?
My intangible soul claims another pair of eyes.

Red, yellow, and white roses adjacent to worms.
As the day dwindles into night, an awful truth dawns.
In the mist of the icy purple fog,
the blooming dies with the dying light.
Arise, my black rose.

It’s not possible,
King Hades’ prophecy is the law.
Immobile in the snow, my skin peels.
As she walks centuries away from where I stand,
I have no choice but to collapse into the roots.

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