It’s quite a sight
To be rescued by a garbage truck
Before anyone or anything else with luck
Rises
So early this morning
After the big snow
Schools closed business delayed
Road uncut by any car
Birds sleeping in
The synapse of tree limbs white feathered with fins
Reaching out for one another in an apologetic wind
But those guys
One impossibly young the other impossibly old
Defiant
Or miserable
Is there a difference, these cosmic travelers?
Not making much money
But here they are
Unmoved by all our mythical possibilities
Holding to a relentless backend schedule
Swinging down up and through the drifts
They lift
Our buried bin to the automatic contraption
Right on time no matter what
Emptying again
Another week’s waste from all our lives.
Categories:
backend, environment, february, forgiveness, god,
Form: Free verse
Bird-song returns.
The lingering dead sweep their ghost
under a softening earth.
A Carolina Wren jabs and hops
in a small ring of pale sunlight
ready to fight a hawk
if one may dare.
In the back of a cold season
the wind dresses scarecrows
with dust free feathers.
Flags shake off the chilled
dandle of winters breath.
Ice scabs peel from sod and mulch.
One inaugural leaf
invites a green legend.
Soon becomes
tomorrows sun-dried wings.
Categories:
backend, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Relish jealous
Constant fetish
Backend catching
Missing subject
Constant breakup
Faithless what's up
Distant cousin
Dirty dozen
10/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
backend, analogy, character, devotion, engagement,
Form: Footle
Bird-song returns from the lingering dead.
A Carolina Wren jabs and hops
inside a miniscule ring of pale sunlight.
In the back of a cold season
the wind dresses a scarecrow
with spiny feathers.
Ice scabs scratch sod and mulch.
One inaugural leaf
invites a green legend
but it will be weeks before
chill cavities
fill to blood heat.
Categories:
backend, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A man on crutches in camouflage
Stole my wallet while in my garage
“You can hide but can't run
Coz you'll fall on your bum
End up in jail with a backend barrage”
Categories:
backend, funny,
Form: Limerick
At the county fair when the time keeper went toot.
Little Natan riding a ewe bolted out of the shoot
Keeping his weight level was quite a fight
Mom and dad watched as he hung on with
all his might. Many couldn’t have done what he did.
Eight seconds is good stats for a five year old kid
He knew he had a reder rump.
When the rope fell through the terret, off of
The ewe he did jump
He said without a selles you shouldn’t ride
Don’t be a kook and hurt your backend hide.
This boy is an amazing tot.
He’s looking for a new gig that’s hot
Riding down a river on a kayak
might be fun. A racecar
Might do, but never another ewe!
5/12/2018
toot, Natan, ewe, level, mom, dad, did, stats, reder, terret, selles, kook, tot, gig, kayak, racecar
Categories:
backend, boy, fun,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I fart like an AK-47
People run for cover in fear
With panic on their distorted faces
They can tell my end is near
Not from a fear of death they run
It's the indescribable odour
Something must have died in there
Smells like a backend loader
No need to fret no need to worry
An air freshener should do the trick
If that doesn't work maybe try
Burning some incense sticks
Bottom line is, it's all about bottoms
And mine's the one in question
The AK-47 thing is meant to alleviate
Unwanted traffic congestion!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
backend, funny, natural disasters,
Form: Quatrain
The slimy backend of the American Dream
Coming to a screeching halt on an anonymous highway
The AC Press horrendously portrays the days events
Why do people read this discharge?
Isnt the same reason celebrity disaster magazines
Line every shelf of the checkout at the grocery?
This newspaper is the equivalent
Of a chain smoking, saggy faced
Ex waitress
With her uterus removed
Playing the lotto
And heading to Atlantic City
To get emulsified with alcohol
Categories:
backend, business, people, political,
Form: Free verse