Best Alias Poems
Let's dream up a fuzzy alias for CV-19
How about 'Peter Pandemic'
Amelia Bedelia-Bednemic'
or 'Ronald McDonal-demic'
Not so fuzzy-wuzzy, eh
Let's try another way --
Maybe 'Over-Polarized Systemic'
C'mon. What do you say...
Hmm. I see you don't appreciate any of these
Oh, well ~ My appellations don't grow on trees
Billy the kid kept roving around,
A campfire here, a cowhand there,
He traveled alone through country & town,
Always headed somewhere,
One certain day he rode into town,
His forty-five strapped on his side,
Just to stop and drink one round,
Then continue on with his ride,
He hitched his horse and went in thru,
The front tavern bat-wing doors,
He didn't see anyone he knew,
Just a couple cowboys and some _hores,
He moseyed on up, ordered a drink,
Sarsaparilla I'll have here for me!
Down the hatch, smooth as a wink,
Then he was given another for free,
He thanked the man kindly, turned around,
To leave thru the bat-winged door,
A cowboy stood up and stared Billy down,
Lookin' for trouble and more!
[Cowboy]: "Hey boy! let me teach ya how ta shoot!
Come"ere gimmee that there gun!"
"If'n ya don't I'm gonna plant this 'ere boot!
I'll show ya how the real West is run!"
[Billy]: "Mister, I'm not here ta play!"
"I've dealt with yer kind before,
"So please kindly step outa my way,
And be thankful ya don't see me no more."
[Cowboy]: "Boy! yer messin' with Danger Dan...man!"
"And yer jawin's 'bout ta seal yer fate!"
[Billy]: "Mister, yer soon to be Dan the damned man!"
"If yer gun ain't shootin' fast 'n' straight!"
"Like a rattlesnake springin' from the devils hand!"
"Billys gun cleared his holster that fast!"
"Billy's bullet knocked the gun out of Danger Dan's hand!"
"In a single straight shot blast!"
[Cowboy]: "Uh-h-h! I ain't ever seen a gun so fast!
As the one ya shot sure coulda killed me!"
"Should ya pardon my trouble, may I ask...
What is yer name....really?"
[Billy]: "Mister, it's how ya live, not how fast the gun,"
"that makes a man a man,"
"Most my life's been on the run,
Killin's no future or plan!"
"I'm stranger to most, still livin' the past,
Feelin' bad ta what I did,
"Some crossed my path, ain't here ta boast,
I'm Billy The Kid!"
Yes we can beg for tomorrow
since banks steal cash then won't borrow
to stimulate jobs
while Obama robs
one job for Barry Soetoro.
The victim weeps constantly
she defends herself when she has no need
and every plead to her sanity
lays rejected in tearful liquidity
She cries out her bullying tactic
of mental anguish
and blackmailed by your own emotional
her reasoning to melancholy so dramatic
and sure to be sorrowful of misunderstanding
a martyrdom's wreck
too hurt by all her own suffering
There is no fault
no compensation
this world of little girl lost
by inconsiderate condemnation
overburdened by the woeful cost
became the victim of herself
Never plausible
this walls defense
the projection of her victimization
an effigy's impersonation
is always someone else
as you trip and scatter on her eggshell dance
There must be someone to blame
for all this pain
some accusation
some undefinable curse must have been given
to drain her strength
to see herself weaken
but still demand your attention
there can be no acceptance
of past indiscretion
and by willing blindness
becomes the parody of her own misfortune
No one can equal her distress
but from somewhere
it has come from someone else
she is battered and bruised
this sweet tiny soul
too timid to confront her guilt
too innocent to escape her own persuasion
and with all her misdeeds
by herself she is eaten
The victim weeps continually
she protects herself when she has no need
they still stand by her
all those who love her
but their compassion
for her it has become her weapon
to entreat a response
to her victimization
There must be someone to blame
for all this pain
and someone else
must carry her burden
someone else must suffer her accusation
be the mirror of herself projection
As a late teen
She came into life
As a pre adult her sister named her "Sprite"
You better not never, ever do nobody wrong
You have to deal with Jessica Jones
She a private investigator
Who after a rough day
Which is everyday drinks a whole bottle of liquor
Almost indestructible
Can fly and can throw cars and buses
oh, and did I say
You better not never, ever do nobody wrong
You have to deal with Jessica Jones
Her favorite color not purple
He's that man who once controlled her
She married a man by the name of Luke Cage
Together him and her Iron Fist, Daredevil
Are members of the Defenders
oh, and did I say
You better not never, ever do nobody wrong
You have to deal with Jessica Jones
Can't fly but does short leaps
She's very rough, tough, private dick
She a very, very sensible chick
Wouldn't hurt a fly, but don't hit or abuse your spouse
she'll throw you through the floor or out your house
All those unfaithful, adulterers
Better watch out she'll spy on you and take your picture
You better not never, ever do nobody wrong
You have to deal with Jessica Jones
She a private investigator
Who after a rough day
Which is everyday drinks a whole bottle of liquor
Almost indestructible the woman private investigator
Alias
Jessica Jones
10/30/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Been mistaken for Santa Claus
More than one time over the years
Could be my big fat rolly belly
Or my beard from ear to ear
It's kind of cool when a little kiddie
Comes up to me and tells me this
"Once I saw you last Christmas Day
And you gave my mommie a kiss!"
Kids always say such funny things
Some of them can make you blush
A little guy told me I was really fat
Must eat a big bunch of mush
Wouldn't think of shaving my beard
Or losing a big bunch of pounds
Cause then I'd miss these little kiddies
And their amazing ability to astound
Before I end this long dissertation
There's one thing I really must extol
Don't ever lose the tiny person
That's living within your soul
©Jack Ellison 2012
got what he wanted at my expense.
Said crack fast talking
hacker and scammer
pulled figurative wool over my eyes
going incognito and speaking a clipped
English mien his disguise.
He appeared (rather sounded) genuine
after yours truly experienced computer snafu
(the Macbook Pro essentially hogtied
courtesy virus that disabled any activity)
even turning the laptop off then on
only wrought frustration to boot.
An out of state Apple computer
technical support person impersonator
(imposter invariably linkedin
to aforementioned fraudster -
most likely brother in arms)
answered telephone number
provided on the screen.
Admonitions against sharing details
about case in point, whereby cyberpunk
donned many hats to convince me
serious computer virus,
malware, trojan horse, et cetera
counterbalanced with voice on other end
affecting sedulousness to "listen carefully"
and carry forth the following commands.
Yours truly trustingly,
passively, meekly, et cetera
(though feeling jittery)
carried out the repeated instructions,
which charlatan inveighed against
speaking softly (in retrospect,
I ought to have carried a big stick),
indicating (as if held at gunpoint)
to headout off to the Trappe branch
of Citizens Banks and withdraw cash
all the while recording verbal dialogue
with small, medium at large criminal
(the scam artist(s) in question).
Upon retrieving legal tender
(quite a wad), thee next entrapment
entailed driving to closest ATM machine,
an MP gas station/convenience store
in Collegeville to convert
high denomination bills
(a considerable number
of money crisp Benjamins)
into bitcoin cryptocurrency
then hightailing back to where I live,
an assisted living facility
named Highland Manor.
Finally, the schmegegge script
(incorporating ejaculations that
questionable hacker convinced me
to swallow hook, line and sinker)
alluded to strong likelihood
scam artist lurked in close proximity
to above named banking institution,
which divine comedy bumbling
Ace of spades, an inept card shark
anagram name (Meg Found)
left as crypto clue told.
My love where have you gone?
My face like snow that’s white
He touched my face that night
He said it lit like light.
You have betrayed me lover
I’ll never be your other
So, so long my friend.
You know my name
that’s my alias
I’ll be for real
When I break down
My walls
& learn to trust
Until then
Silence
Hush
What’s the rush
Not ready to have
The last pieces
Of my heart crushed
Just a way of
Protecting myself from the pain
They say nothing ventured
Nothing gained
I know this
No need to explain
So are you feeling me
Really
Can you understand
What I’m saying
With this delivery
Having a long lasting vision
Of my fake imagery
My mental state
Is like a trinity
You
Me
And what I pretend to be
Living my lie
Is my life preserver
Talking a fast game
But I am a slow learner
I’m finished
Done
Turn of the burner
Look into the mirror
See my reflection
Your life might change
To a new direction
Or stay the same
While burning up in flames
And maybe
Only then
You might know my name…
I wish that you could read these
Like other people do
But you don't know these poems exist
You haven't any clue
See Andres has a penname
Who writes quite differently
Unlike the poems Andres writes
He writes cathartically
He keeps these poems from your eyes
So you won't have to know
How much sometimes he's hurting
But cannot tell you so
His longing gets expressed in rhymes
In ways you can't know of
What happened though was not a crime
He simply fell in love