Aerodynamic
Fluent in profanities
Catholic bombshell
Do serial killers do head counts
Why are spaceships aerodynamic
Why is loud in cloud
See at the back of a hospital is that the backwards
Surely a plaster is more use than time on wounds
Every sad comes with an ad
How many sides does the sea have
What do rocket scientists say when something is easy
Does that mean that 2 birds in the hands is worth 4 in the bush
Can you get half a hole
Shouldn’t geysers be waterrisings
Is a Tom really small
The pencil is mightier than the sword
cause that nobody is John ing Wick
How could you light a candle at both ends
Well I suppose if it was balanced on a glass
Every cat I have had must have been on their last life
Wish there was a room full of mush
Time is loads of ships
Fleeting
What do you get for 2 kings and a queen in chess
God save save the….. what is it this week
2 soon
In the words of Queen
Matter really nothing me to
See if you have a..never mind
Neck pulsating, close shave shines over whiskers
Stiff collar pressure, raced anticipation simmers
Key twist intrigue spurs engine's orange rage
Needle throws redline on wide torque gauge
Jaw rigid, fingers grip cockpit lethal leather wheel
G-force grabs chest, insolent beast thrusts surreal
Monster inflamed incredulously adheres to tar
Salivating lion's ravenous rumble has zero par
Ripping up bitumen, sardonic responsive tyres rivet
Road shred's exhausted under rocket fume exhibit
Airtight capsule, caramel cow hide hugs tamer
Eardrums hum, a hundred mile Hyundai shamer
Brawny tawny gold, hot bonnet chrome flashdance
Purrs her melting eclair aerodynamic performance
Pride's pilot elevated by moorish horizon hunts
Hungry headlights still prey with stealthy stunts
30th July 2022
Written for Contest: Joy
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
light the butterfly
silken wings fluttering by
rainbow chattering
~
aerodynamic
soothing to the eye brilliance
color canopy
~
reigns in majesty
pageantry flying around
lights the butterfly
3/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
This sky dome
Held by thousands of threads
of sunshine,
Is a musical instrument;
Its sounds pour out when
Life flips its strings;
Dragonflies are the first
to make the light high-pitched tone;
Swallows are next
Rapid, cheerful notes emitted
From their aerodynamic bodies;
Then appears a father pushing the stroller
Carefully and affectionately
A sweet melody starts to fill the air
Resonating within the hemisphere;
This is, seemingly, the first day of Autumn,
And I am filled with light and love
Once, a hundred cigarettes
glowed in just one cinema.
Arrows flew yet all were near misses,
random unaimed bullets easily knocked over
bunches of whooping Comanches.
Some horses were shot unseen off-screen.
In small Midwest towns fantasy roamed unchecked
nibbling at young hearts and brains.
Many adults pinned their hopes
on the aerodynamic tailfins of Chevy Stingrays
and more spaceship roundness in their homes.
Malls proliferated on the edge of cornfields
where prayers were answered on Sunday.
All this was normal, no one marked our
lack of awareness, we were painted innocent
by a world that had come to terms with
its time.
We knew much was wrong
some radicals fought for the oppressed.
Texas Rangers stood ready to lasso
hordes of cartoon villains.
A few federal agents imagined time travel.
The whole country was going somewhere
and working hard to ignore where we were,
as if in fact, we were all stuck in a movie
peering over the glow of a hundred cigarettes.
cannot fly but does
her bumblebee confidence
trumps the doubters
"The Quietest War"
Solitude on silent paws
stretches strategically
under covers
a velvet skinned
war map to be read
by commanding
hands and fingers
welcomes the
Quietest War
gliding over
soft mountains
like he’s some
Messerschmitt
tasting the thrill
he's all hard metal
grazing bullets
Counter intelligence
pierces the barrier
sound the alert
She’s some kind of
advanced aerodynamic
Smiling Spitfire
winning
the Quietest War
taken
one day
at a time
(LadyLabyrinth /2020)
“As I walk this line, I am bound by the other side
And it's for my heart that I'll live
'Cause you'll never die
Well if you want to know me, I'm a war
Companion...”
of Babylon it's written
of Rome it is said
of Athen's glory it's recounted
of Egypt's pharaohs long dead
Anaheim's alive
Dallas, dynamic
Phoenix is rising
Portland is panoramic
we pay homage to what was; overlook what glistens, the aerodynamic
For half an hour,
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,
jittery under the torrent of none-too-gentle
dos and don'ts coming from me,
his 6-year-old legs getting bullied by the pedals,
his hands on the handlebars fighting the side-to-side
spasms of the front wheel,
all four limbs wrestling with the fear in his mind.
Then, suddenly, he was 20 feet ahead of me,
then 50, 80,
the short sleeves of his oversized tee-shirt flapping like
fledging wings,
his neck and arms looking especially scrawny in the
horizontal lift-off,
hair gelled by the newfound wind into an
aerodynamic crown,
all of him flying down the promenade of the
dusky park.
The world has many lessons in store to replace
the things I’ve tried
to teach him through the years.
Just not this one.
Humpty Dumpty had no yolk
As oft implied to younger folk.
This hatched idea in oviform
Should never have become the norm.
And so, before it is too late
I mean to set the record straight.
For Humpty was a tortoise bold
With hankerings to break the mould.
‘Why should it be?’ he’d often sigh
‘That we chelonians cannot fly?’
With lofty thoughts, aerodynamic
He climbed the wall – no sign of panic.
His oak-leaf wings in ten-fold ply
Assured success in his mind’s eye
But birds in flight looked on in dread
Knowing too well what lay ahead!
It's great to hold high aspirations
But best to know one’s limitations!
Now Humpty is content to roam
At leisure in his mobile home.
THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY CONTEST
05/07/18
Fluid like falls of rolling water,
Fluid like a disease, a chemical reaction unleashed in any manner of time and space, discreetly repeating , unfolding and deleting, reemerging reaching the ceiling like smoke in thinner attire.
Fluid like fish eggs taking course with a steady stream.
Fluid like radio waves bouncing off beams around satellites and mortar a amphitheater without curves.
Fluid with the aerodynamic of no limits free-falling in the subtle touch of gravity.
Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades on ghostly winds with mystical wings of fate.
Poised to plummet from his summit of purple sundown spread
with wingspan wide, wreathed gradual glide, hunts a twilight hawk.
Floating form causes flocks to brainstorm on life or death dread,
those flying forlorn, late to roost, are reduced by his stalk.
Aerodynamic, his dramatic dive deals destiny,
raptor raptly pursues passerine through air’s plum-bruised dim.
Whispering wings whisk to live and not die desperately,
over the arborvitaes the future for one is grim.
If it’s true that energy never dies; its cries transform,
then songbird's notes will ascend on hunter's wings in reform.
Susan Ashley
December 3, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Poem In The Last Year
Sponsor: Silent One
~ Seventh Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem October - December 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Taking the Top Off the Bottom
Have a goal of taking your piece of the world apart,
Taking on, as many as you can, life’s kluges and quirks,
Buy a ticket to the reach the matter’s heart,
Aim to see how the inside works.
It takes imagination, the trajectory of a dart,
To see what is obscured, what lurks,
Shedding light on life’s gremlins’ starts,
Ending demons that drive us berserk.
But though it takes aerodynamic parts,
Be straight as an arrow or your effort won’t work,
Anything has a cause-effect mart,
Paying the asking price certainly irks.
Not paying is like swallowing a quart,
Of 100 proof liquid moonshine murk.
Getting beneath the muddy bottom is an art,
That teaches how to use a scalpel and dirk,
And to be alert, and Heaven knows we need more lerts
Poor little man
a tourniquet in one hand
a bottle of lather in the other
bath in riches or die in chains
Chores, like lifetimes
stack up
bores, like humans
trap us
Ignite an idea
burn the torch at both ends but keep one dimmer
balance the world by throwing it off
Existence
fertile
living in the space between the earth and the turtle
if that’s the in thing
Stand
More
Proud
Outside
Sing aloud the songs you sing through a throat rasp
a mighty gasp
inflict a yawn
predict a dawn
Tip my hat to a strange man
turn my gaze on a stranger one
he’s no better than I
so why does his extra skip gawk right back at me?
Turbulence
aerodynamic connection of a quasi “relationship”
No way he knows me
I’m better than he
I’m better than most
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