Haunted
Haunted by past mistakes, you have yet to let go
Haunted by the love ones you have come to know
Haunted by voices in your head, running amuck
Haunted by events leaving you feel dumbstruck
Haunted by worries that can consume you whole
Haunted by depilating burdens that takes its toll
Haunted by choices, the right and the wrong ones
Haunted by cruelty, making you stick to your guns
Haunted by fears, so surmounting, so surreal
Haunted by emotions, so overcoming, so real
Haunted by memories, revealed in deep sleep
Haunted by confusion, embedded so deep
Haunted by loneliness, so least expected
Haunted by distrust, feeling so disrespected
Haunted by such anger that we fear to share
Haunted in so many ways, the burdens we bare
If you give an ape a gun
will he know how to use it
Would he throw it like a stone
maybe twirl it around
Could he even load the gun
If he figured out
how to load and shoot
then we'd need to give guns to other apes
to protect themselves
You can't have one ape running amuck
with a gun
then they'd need a bomb
who wants to get close to apes with guns
just hurl that bomb at them
but who wants apes with bombs
just get rid of the apes
that will solve all the problems
You were supposed to hug me.
You were supposed to make me feel like a princess.
Where was the comfort, loving and protective father?
The sweet fatherly surprises for birthdays or comforting after a breakup.
Instead, we were saddled with awkward hugs and your bad temper.
I used to think you were the Hulk when mad: scary and unpredictable.
I remember the holes hidden behind pictures from your fists.
You put your head in the sand over and over, ignoring everything, letting everyone run amuck.
Time and time again, you would choose someone else over us, pushing us off to the sidelines.
I still remember the day I officially left.
Screaming in my face, close enough I could smell the coffee lingering on your breath.
I begged you to hit me because I could feel your anger rolling off your body, even though you never had.
Years roll by, and I rarely remember the hard times.
Now, I have inherited your numbness.
Precious little love remains in this world,
humanity has given up,
so we will go from when we came,
and demons run amuck,
it didn't have to be this way,
no really it is true,
all you had to do was ask,
we'd given life to you,
so we will take all thats good,
thats love and all the life,
and leave you here forever more,
theres nothing left to save you see,
so have it your own way,
hate and strife and jealousy,
these are your lot now,
so never look into the sky and ask or wonder why.
All together, let us do the chicken splash,
Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts.
Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon;
Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon!
Through maroon monsoon, we all dance,
splashing and laughing, in silver romance.
Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck!
If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck.
Hopscotch through puddles, sepia splash.
We let go for once, under lightning's flash,
very blue and true, suddenly electrifying!
Shake like a chicken, with droplets flying.
Dance purple raindrops and muddy water,
All is not perfection, and all is not order.
Dance for wild abandon and hollering fun,
Dance before mauve midnight, dark ruin.
Enraged raw and spitting
Love warped beyond identity
Ten fingers ready to in-dulge
Sick offerings real men can't abide
Scarring rosette flesh once, always
Memories etched eternal
Blasphemers amuck, still free
Where is the Newberry blade
Cast upon ogres smiling with glee
Revulsion retching tears without salt
Anguish of hopeless helpless men
Protection eludes soul aching ire
Never settle for less than hellfire
I love refried beans
Jalapeno peppers too
I chop them up and eat them in a bowl of sour cream
All day, all night, and on weekends
But then I get old
My throat betrays me
My stomach goes amuck
I get acid reflux when I eat this
Luckily, I have six huge bottles of Tums
A lollipop, she wanted to devour
But her painted lips were tainted and sour
Goodness sakes alive
She broke out in hives
Hidden by a mask, she chose to cower
Inside her mouth the lollipop was stuck
But her joy of sucking had run amuck
She pulled and she jerked
Nothing she did worked
What a terrible time for rotten luck
Photographs were taken and passed around
Many folks found them to be quite profound
Her weepy eyes held tears
Visible were her fears
As the lollipop sucker, she's renowned
Not exactly the best way to gain fame
I heard tell she has never been the same
Had to move out of town
Became a circus clown
She's called Candy, after changing her name
It is a warm spring day
bees are buzzing
as I mow our overgrown yard
saturated by past storms
my dogs are restless
running amuck
through tall weeds
and dandelions
the sun is graceful
almost elegantly dressed
by the days clouds
I'm enjoying coffee after mowing
although it's 70 something degrees
it doesn't affect the 50 years I feel
a dog went walking, with his master
a cat came running, next meowing, laughter
a squirrel in the tree, ran down to see
chirping, chipping, barking at the cat and dog
all these little chitters what it be, what they do they see?
the canine and feline both thought it odd
that a hawk flew down picked up the squirrel
and the jump unto the tree
the dog sat down looked all around and barked
wondering what's wrong with them, what it be
so much drama in an instant coincidencely
Cat came running after dog meowing, laughing
Squirrel came down from the tree to see, what mischief he to could reel
Alas a hawk came down swooping round picks the squirrel up
The dog, yet still yapping screams of bark, bark, bark, bark
LoL-laugh out loud
CrITTERS RUN AMUCK
2/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Fetters, fetters everywhere
Tagore’s dream seen nowhere
In the forest of human mind
Hatred flames most unkind!
Talk of venom all over
None to offer safety cover
Countless ploys launched across
Innocent ones carry the cross!
Missiles, men run amuck
Borders bombed nearer home
Lands run over, lives lost
Tears trickle not, relief nowhere!
Conflict zones far apart
Softness fled human heart
Craze to crush never on wane
Bans impose not chains on thought!
Where the forge, what hammer
Why on earth spread chaos?
Can’t folks breathe peace and love
Why not stop demonic dance?
Grounds differ, games are same
Terror strikes sans any shame
Rays of reason need show the way
Arms allow not peace anywhere!
If you see gremlins on Halloween... DUCK!
Hide from vampires looking for blood to suck
It's such a spooky night
Werewolves and zombies bite
If possessed by demons you've run amuck!
For all the 'MAGAteers' and rampant conspiracy
Theory idiots running amuck, consider this:
If all is not what it seems ... why do you believe
In those fraudulent extremes?
Is it because Q-Anon says so and it gets repeated
By the church choir?
Or do the answers feed your anxiety,
Like kindling to a bonfire?
Now if you're compelled to some original thought,
Take a moment to maybe look under some rocks.
Listen to the mass of reality, not just those
Crazy like a fox,
Because the bloodhounds of truth are closing fast,
And what is circling above, are hungry hawks.
In a story book, I got stuck
and couldn’t find a way to break free.
What a lousy day, just my luck!
Wondered why this happened to ME!
I looked for little Alice, she
wouldn't show me her window – dumbstruck!
Jack Horner, he could not believe
in a story book, I got stuck.
I looked all around and snuck
a brief word with the fairies three.
They tried to raise a pumpkin truck
and couldn’t find a way to break free.
With all my might and self-esprit
I began to huff, puff, and cluck.
What could I do stuck on page three?
What a lousy day, just my luck!
What a mess was this stinking muck.
Aha! I’d find Humpty Dumpty!
He was cracked, but not a schmuck.
Wondered why this happened to ME!
Humpty cheered when hearing my plea
He was looking to gain a buck.
No wallet, we two couldn’t agree,
so I am still running amuck
in a story book.
Fields of Chaos
Amid the fields of chaos, we must establish some order,
we cannot let anarchists run amuck,
we can not let our democracy die this way.
They are people who can't be constructive,
Know only how to be destructive,
now we must strive not to take a dive.
My dearest BBG thank you for a lovely evening, I think I have suffered an overdose of love, and I can't wait to see the type of relationship which begins with "until death do us part" thank you for the loving spasm. © 17 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith
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