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Juno Capitolina

Just ‘jealous’ doesn’t do her justice, since
unless you factor-in her womanhood,
no vestige of the passion in her blood
or motivation comes across: her prince
conceived real circumspection. He’d convince
alumni, friends and allies that they should
placate her: Juno wasn’t wholly good,
in Miller’s words, a phrase which wins the quince,
the prize for sweetness, but wholly herself.
Our modern model argues men are strong –
look at his biceps! Somehow, all along,
I’ve known the Ghibelline to be a Guelph:
no question, Juno would approve my song:
as ingrained as the view is, it’s still wrong.

Crossroad Blues

sold my crux for poetic flux
to an immortal husk in a tux,
his musk was of the set dusk,
waft of an abattoir in the sun.

he ton of tone and run,
poetic stun gun and it's so fun,
coaxing to come as we begun,
this everyday smoke show pun.

all crossroads hex in texas,
misses of the vexes voodoo temptress,
dyslexic he continues his flex,
till I twist him like a pop - breaking his neck.

mex wicka wick a candle lit
to submit his payment with spirit -
definite light emits a dreamt cadence,
where his limbs go limp in menstruation.

lips stick press to succulent a test,
hollow nostril breath as lipstick vortices,
rousing muses coos in this faded faze
of alumni haze - as I maze his days away.

so LIFE LIGHTS-

Universe I'm part your girt;
I'm part of energies worth;
Sent down through creation:
From Father Elohim;

Lightening strikes;
Thunder voiced;
Seldom sparks;
Father speaks, it is so light, life;

Father Elohim, from the beginning;
You never end, such as so you're mine friend;
You sent me down through creation;

Come unto my creation;
Universe I'm part girt;
Send down into the birth canal;
Onto earth;

I'm part of energies worth;
Sent down through creation:
From Father Elohim;
Father speaks, it is so light, life;

I am not of the angel alumni;
Coming down from heavens skies;
Send down into the birth canal;
Onto earth;



11/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023

Autumn Reverie 2

High school football game
cheerleaders tossed night sky chill
rhythmic beat of drums
alumni and students roar
October's homecoming queen

Alumni Not Calumny

1.Agar mein jhoti bakwas karta hun..
2.Agar meri batain bay bunyad hain..
3.Agar mujhay bolnay ki tameez nahi..
4.Agar mein culture ka vulture nahi..
5.Agar mujhay tradition ka pata nahi..
6.Agar mein mun phat qisam ka hun...
Q.Why don't you file defamation suit??
Note.Point To Be Noted My Honor..

Djs Revisited

I thought you were dead
   but then I read
   your name in the alumni news.
Still hanging 'round the universities, I see,
   harvesting young women 
   whose fathers had opinions.
As for me,
   I don't peruse the papers any more; 
   factorial rotations are the kind of
   game you liked to play.
I pull the weeds, I sweep
   the path and climb the stairs. 
   I tie back long vines
   of ridiculously red tomatoes.
And you're not dead?
   Why that's okay; me too.

Disconnect

A high school reunion on Zoom;
Alumni all home in a room.
Each face that I’ll see
Like a stranger to me
As I will be to them, I assume.

I haven’t seen most now for years.
We’ve traveled in different spheres.
So then why should I care
What I look like or wear
To this jury of long-ago peers?

Yet, preparing before it will start
I get dressed and make-up for the part,
Though my face on the screen
Will look less like a teen
Than an image no lens can outsmart.

In the mirror, I see what I know
But the camera makes each wrinkle grow.
Still, I’m living my life – 
Nana, friend, mom and wife
So my aging is quite apropos.

Wealth Beaters

            

                  Wealth Beaters




Why?
Because of the hospitals they
built?
Or the many scholarships they fund?
Is it the millions they sink, so
vaccines can be found?
Why?
The alumni funds that keep colleges afloat?
That they personally fund artists and their works?
Why?

Are we just jealous, so jealous that we thrive on 
class warfare?
That makes us an unhappy lot, judging others 
is no joy.
Look into your own heart.
What do you do weekly financially to help others?
Do you volunteer at all?
Or sit an home, doing a daily judgement call?
Why?

Have you built a corporation that employs thousands?
Do you volunteer in rough areas to help others?
Money or lack thereof is no way to judge our fellow man.
Best we look into our own mirrors and ask:
"Am I doing all that I can?"

That old saying so very true." Judge not, lest you be      
judged also."

To a compassionate world!

           May 10, 2020
           10:30am PST

P S a Community of One and Many

a sense of place

            in a virtual space

                       unified in a desire

of the poetic

 

           interacting

               or just observing

              whatever...
    what we will

displaying

       or 'just saying'

 

some stay    some pass thru'

(t'was ever thus)

all alumni 

         touched in some way....

by 

     both you...
and I

Intensive Learning

I-ntensive
L-earning
W-ith
A-ll
S-cie ntific

E-fforts
L-ets
E-very
M-ind
E-njoy
N-otable
T-hinking
A-s
R-emarkable
Y-early

S-tudies
C-learly
H-ave
O-pportunities
O-f
L-ife

Topic: ILWAS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL Grand Alumni Homecoming (February 24) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Notable Intellect

V-ery
N-ice
H-armonious
S-tudies

A-bout
L-essons
U-se
M-ind's
N-otable
I-ntellect

Topic: VNHS Alumni (December 25) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Common Thread Second Strand Za

Skull and Crossbones alumni) 
passed along ancestral line when 
cock sure rooster spent 
     however long with a hen
     guaranteed supply grunt workers     
oxymorons helpless to get even.
“Bosses” male ordure 
     trained as prospective 

     male pecking wives, 
     who with Robbie 
     didst rig the game to win 
endemic nepotism deeply entwined 
     from one to the next kith and/or kin,
rode shotgun, viz nemesis 
     resorting to: “silent treatment”
against protesting lumpenproletariat 

     boot gnome hatch 
     against hardy thrive 
     off crene della creme limn
back before thyme 
     bred from for
     gotten slight, min
us school Kudzu, gone
 
     now and agin 
gastronomically ferociously carniverous 
     selected and enveloped 
     postal stamping brutes 
     rampant suffocating nin
come poops figurative 
     thorn in side of aristocracy 
     heavy-duty industrial strength
 
     pesky original pin 
sir blithely festered, 
     nursed, and stewed 
     from unforgotten 
     perceived or actual slight
engendering infinite yawning voids 
     defying aid of Patch Adams 
     or Doctor Quinn.

The University of Hard Knocks

The University of Hard Knocks 

A Graduate from the University of Hard Knocks
Walk away?
Ohhh No I didn't, neither did she,
My friends All went to school with me!
Sisters, daughters, grands too
We found out the hard way
we all thought we were free... doing it our way!

Compelled, we were, dancin into the flames;
No one else to blame, only the voice of shame
as we danced for our lives down the lane.

Red Flags wavin in the breeze,
to stop signs and forks in the road, we Never took heed!
And the day came, and most of us still lived and breathed.
Survivors, strong, wise and exhausted....                                                                       Blackbirds straining to be free.
The Alumni of the University.

Now we all know what lessons were learned thru the
Hard knocks of pain and sorrow,
that school never mentioned that other lane
where we could  learn the same,
 without the Pain or sorrow.

 Each at our own pace we saw that other lane,
it was bright, and filled with light
and held elements of Love and Joy!
 It was waiting around the bend,
we thought would never end.
It was called... Self Love University!

Dented Aluminum

Dented Aluminum 

once, kick the can was a lovely
game to play, but not nowadays

as shiny cellphones and prized
handheld games govern the day, 

what a heavy price we will pay,
dented aluminum decays away

our alumni cry out their tired eyes
as hourly the ozone melts, always

1-4-18

Autumn Royal

When the oaks wrap themselves in patchwork stoles
and from umber trunks, crimson gems ignite,
the love for Autumn's fire burns in our souls.
A frosty, pumpkin sunrise brings to light,
magnificent arrays of hues so bright.
Oh! The spectacle Mother Nature's made!
She throws confetti; Autumn on parade.

Amber smiles meet with cinnamon kisses;
spiced, hot apple cider for Sirs and Dames.
Through saffron fields, stroll Misters and Misses
on their way to homecoming football games;
Alumni cheering around bonfire flames.
Fun with family, old friends and neighbors.
Ginger my senses; warm Autumn flavors.


09/07/2017
Contest: Autumn Rhyme Royal
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart

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