The plaster in Rick’s place was always flaking near the doorway,
eaten away by damp heat and cheap tobacco smoke
that hung like dirty lace off the cedar joists.
Back in the corner sat a stunted, yellowed box—
a five-octave upright slapped with salmon and faded gold,
its pedals worn down to raw, scuffed brass.
It wasn’t built for concert halls. Just a pine-cased crate
that smelled of spilled Cointreau and stale olive brine.
Heavy teak doors kept the street noise out,
but couldn’t block the shuffle of black-market transit papers
passing under the low oil lamps.
Then Sam laid his knuckles on the keys,
cracked ivory, half-sticking from the salt air,
and the room went dead quiet.
She stood in the entry, silk coat catching the light,
asking for that song from Paris
before the tanks rolled in.
Rick didn't yell. He just stopped dead in his tracks,
watching the smoke curl off his cigarette
where it rested on the edge of the wood.
“Play it,” he muttered, his voice flat as gravel,
and the little wooden box gave up the only thing it had left.
droplets
hold wet
lulling
its sting
water
gets her
past tense
presence
cover
spatter
falling
air clean
loved skin
again
clouds gone
belong
Nature beams golden
Beach cathedral paints with light
Cosmic art kisses
He's A. *** DiNG DoNG ***
Duh-Dahhh-a-Deee-Ohhhhh...!
He's A DingDong Daddy-O Dummmmm...b.
And Spirits From Celestial Seas
To Call On Connections From
A Siren's Disease...
And Refreshing Surge Of The Surf
Leaves You Parched, And Struggling
To Understand The Warmth Of The Sea...
Darling Moonbeam, My One True Love...
Built From Sky...
-Gray Squirrel
10-14-2025
like spotlights on house
moonbeams highlight area
even coons are scared
I would be a miracle
Caught in my display.
Another face and another name
Caught in a colored way.
Stylistic stipulations.
There is soft iron somewhere.
The ghost of a laser beam
Gunning at my head.
While I remember a dance
I never learned.
Dodging and writhing.
Running and writing.
When whispers shout out pain in silence
And echoes rejoice in gladness
A crowd of smiles in absence
Yet the back bone spares no one regardless
I get to understand what it means
To be African in beams.
When lonely nights strike
And songs of sorrow envelop with pride
A lake of tears floods with spike
Yet the backbone attacks in raid
I get to understand what it means
To be African in beams
When heaven finally opens up
And hears the cries all in a wrap
A song of cheers elopes from their hives
For the backbone a shadow now cast with knives
I get to understand what it means
To be African in beams
"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe
My true love was always my moonbeam
To breathe her light
She had to be her own addiction
She has control over the saint of procure
I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy
A glance at her smile.. wanton fever.. stone me petrified
A shooting star
True dreams please come to me
Like it was Lust like it was Love
I could have been friends evermore
Its all for that smitten that smile does cast
Plays part of the twist part of the laugh
When she feels too anxious about giving
It's her folly I can't take
A whisper from the truth becomes me
I found lost in her shine that beam diverged away from my soul
The moon doth cast my Moonbeam nevermore
No buzz, buzzing of her number 902
Hiding her perks my now vacant desires
Seduced by my loneliness
Tortured by some disconnecting dreams
Where time lost it's fears
To where life is but tears
Number 902
In the barn turned snack bar,
I scraped the face of my big toe
ascending the stairs. I didn’t care.
Sucrose sweets, summertime treats
belonged between my loosening teeth
Rotting wood, bumblebees
yellow plastic baseball bats
rolling hills flowed in the break of trees
God was shaking the dust out of his welcome mats
At the time He appealed to me, because
sunbeams were his means to call us home,
His warm tender tractor beam
pulling souls wherever they shone
so encapsulating
so intoxicating
so comforting
Please harpoon me my Lord of Light
pull me in, I’m a prize of a catch.
For every day that I stay here, a chipwich
becomes a less appealing snack.
Holy, Glory for His Kingdom worth
Righteously dividing His love and word
Ever present Elohim;
All creator all;
Spoke existence all things be;
Out of time beyond all things;
The light beyond in darkness;
Just a speck beyond all else;
Radiant beams crest divine;
Praying for His will instilled;
Hoping beyond soul myself;
Being firmly grounded in Him as I move forward;
Heaven blissed ever blessed new name Beloved;
I came from above;
Though the birth canal;
Soon I’ll be rapture up in His love;
So when I passed my last breath;
For this you see I'm falling asleep;
My spirit in these those heavenly spaces;
In the mansion, standing on golden grounds;
In His midst amongst the Holy and Heavenly;
The light beyond in darkness;
Just a speck beyond all else;
11/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Its Gleaming Light-Beams Washing My Old Soul
So sad about some far-off hidden things
That are not my business, no not me
Washing these feet in such soothing hot springs
No not I, nosey as a damn ole busy bee!
Along the mountains, its jutting ridges
I walk admiring that fabulous star
Cross I the famous great seven bridges
This heart yet blinded wondering where we are!
Its gleaming light-beams washing my old soul
Saw evening as it slowly crept in
My worries stabbed me taking their deep toll
I a warrior but heavy are my sins!
There walked with majesty, the black-maned boar.
Snout rutting the ground, to find its next score!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan. 5th, 1979
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Today at 08:33 AM.
Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the 'know-alls',
that everything transforms and decays
to maximum disorder in time.
For order and straightness
requires the input of energy
and effort that entropy lusts
to pull down, bend, twist and topple.
Being simply, wonky simple is a start!
Light beams at dawn, are one of the
rare straight things things seen in nature.
These beams shine dead-eye straight
into wonky clouds that blush red,
embarrassed to be caught outside,
in fluffy slippers with night clothes on,
feeling kinda shonky, disheveled and wonky, as
the humans, straight-faced,
said they were.
On Dark Dying Sunless Beams I Went To Wait
Destined to be valor was a granite block
World had no idea what lay ahead;
Intuition was dreamed, I lay in bed,
Even to this soul, my power became a shock!
Yet you my darling in your blinding light
Why on weeping earth did you race to leave?
Gifting dire lonesome sifted through a seeve
As your comet fled into dark of crying night.
In your lost paradise you call my name
But I vanished away into a galactic herd
You then fell like a perishing little redbird
And sad truth was nobody won that sick game.
On dark dying sunless beams I went to wait.
While you lived sad, eating only your deep hate.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
Jan 5th 1976
Your lovely eyes contain plenty of faded dreams
Having azure ripples, pearl tears, and screams
For years, you were creating a vase of phony seems
Waiting for you to be brightened by love schemes
With this light, you aspire to grow colorful streams
Breaking free from prior bias and bursting beams
Written: June 4, 2023
By labeling as dog or swine,
I thus usurp decrees divine.
By casting pearls, I abdicate
A chance to share that God is great.
The flavor of the pulp was moot
In Mrs. Doubtfire’s drive-by fruit.
The gospel is a precious thing,
Not deadly stones launched with a sling.
When my salvation’s cause to gloat,
The chance I see my beam’s remote.
For ere God got a hold of me,
I fear I was far worse than thee.
So I will pick my words with care,
And come along beside you there.
I’ll not begrudge your heart’s incline,
Nor hurl my pearl, nor think you swine,
And then perhaps we’ll both agree:
Our Judge alone can set us free.
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Today's sermon was on Matthew 7:1-6, of all things :-)
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