He picked up the cloak that had fallen from Elijah
and went back and stood on the bank of the Jordan.
2 Kings 2:13
A gang of youths jeered at Elisha,
Elijah’s protégé…
“Go on up, you baldhead! Go on up, you baldhead!”
(From 2 Kings 2:23-25)
BULLY OF BALDHEAD
how serious is it to mock the prophet?
before Elisha ventures forth
to Mount Carmel, he calls down a curse
two bears lumber out of the woods
hungry as all git out—
the crunch of youths
forty two wise…
the remaining ran away
by the skin of their scalps
would the bullies change their ways
or change directions—
find satisfying morsels
they tell their parents—
“What did you do son?”
their parents git them too
or does the fool pride
fall from the tree—
father to son
“The Father” looked down
Son nailed to cursèd tree—
all are invited
to leave their sin
at Jesus’ feet—
the cost of salvation
snarled skin, blood, tears,
death— hearts broken
until three days later
who was worried
after dayrise—
two angel bears atop the tomb’s rock
2/1/2022
Categories:
baldhead, bible,
Form: Free verse
Baldhead Carla
Once lovely full grown woman Carla
Went to a gender barber, she was only 4'4"
She was placed in the kiddy chair
the barber thought she was a boy and cut her hair
11/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Categories:
baldhead, analogy, funny,
Form: Limerick
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Once in the village of Daka in Burkina Faso,
Lived Koussé the incorrigible drunkard
Very popular was he that his presence was necessary
In all the ceremonies and feasts and meetings,
Wifeless and childless and houseless and penniless was he
But was feared and respected and admired by all.
He is sharp tongued and short tempered
And knows all the secret and history of everyone,
I shall never die till I’ve revealed all your abominations,
And witchcraft and adulterous acts! He’d say
Go away Koussé! You’ve drunk your brain
And chewed your sense!
Yes! I’ve nothing but my senseless boneless rotten baldhead.
He died one rainy midnight lonely and miserably
With a calabash full of alcohol beside his corpse,
Koussé is gone! Some shouted and danced;
All the hidden secrets and history and abominations
Still remains in the village of Daka up till this day.
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Categories:
baldhead, africa, death, dedication,
Form: Elegy
WEEP NO MORE!
Grief-stricken tossing my eyes on tomorrow,
Living in this world that’s full of sorrow,
Plagues, deaths; the whole ambience is horror,
Tangled and strangled in an envelope of terror.
Who owns the key to our motherland?
To open gates for love and eternity,
Love’s preserved and reserved for the loved,
For all I need is amity and humanity.
Tis not a hard nut to crack,
Just sit down and flashback,
All about being in a pack,
Not skulking and dodging as you duck.
Be optimistic and shun,
From hooliganism for it’s not fun,
Maimed, killed and burned,
While a cloud perished when gunned.
Animosity and cynicism to banish,
For the merits of concord you’re well acquaint,
Discard prejudice and let vanish,
As we heal the wounds that’s blossomed in hearts.
Rivers of tears we’ve shed,
But the memories seem to fade,
Sun’s sizzling hot but there’s no shade,
For me to cover my baldhead.
Humanity’s destiny is fostered on youths,
To bury and shoo old myths,
With sanity and taking the bulls by the horns,
We’ll weep no more and come up trumps.
Categories:
baldhead, betrayal, confusion, courage, dream,
Form: ABC
I bet you remember
The birth and death
Of Jesus Christ
But tell me
Do you remember how
They crucified Rastafari
I bet you remember
The holidays and holy days
Of the pagan fiesta
But tell me
Do you remember how they
Tried to eradicate Rasta
I bet you remember
The months and days of the
Roman calendar
But tell me, do you remember
The year in which they
Were slaughtering Rasta
We’ve had many rulers:
governments and prime ministers
But do you know who
Was fighting against the existence
Of the Rastafarian followers
Your past is your history
What you don`t know is mystery
But whether baldhead or Rasta
We are all part of a larger family
The love of Jah has no division
He offers salvation to each
And everyone
But why is it that we fail
To accept each other
Tell me, what do you remember?
Do not let ignorance and shame
Hang over your shoulders
It is time to learn about the life
Of our elders
Walk with us through
The traditions
Of our forefathers
And teach us the truth about
Our culture
So that we may be able
To tell others
What we remember
Categories:
baldhead, black african american, dark,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I knelt down covering the face with ground,
Romancing with hands spread
All over, exploring crevices, valleys
Undulating hills and mountains which spreadraggle.
His worshipful majesty blotting out of my turlips
In repeated recitation recalcitrant tongue,
Ageless ancestors do come together,
And let us broke on reason,
Plead case with the Almighty
Plead when prone to give in
Plead when on his Dinner spread,
Don’t offer chicken noodles and potato shuffle
But barbecue basted boasted Peacock, offer
Salami salmon salad in the sky
Roasted shark fins garnish with jellyfish
Add some coral reef to taste,
Dragon eyes buried in hot chili sauce;
Gut of Godzilla and chop chest of Plesiosaur
Mutton of Dinosaur and the baldhead of king Kong,
Breathing steam, sweet cherry on top,
All gather in a giant charger,
Let him not sip them down with Apricot flan,
Rousing rumbling champagne, bland brandy
But chestnut seed, olive and kernel oil
Sunripe grapes, camouflage lemons, rose of clematis,
Ceanothus, sunflower seeds and a sprinkle of cayenne
Let Hercules wringe together,
Let the violet juice drop to fill his goblet
And settle his heart.
Categories:
baldhead, mystery
Form: Dramatic Monologue