Best Attache Poems
"Tease for Two"
“Ein bisschen Zucker
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“
German accent
smoky toned
she purred
Periwinkles suavely winked,
then played with his -
cufflinks
“Not now Schvee Tart”
he said holding his attache tight
looking across the room
grinning Lupine Blues
a slight smile on his lips,
bemused,
“Service calls,
her name is
"Q”
Across the dance floor
all eyes turned
Parting tall bus boys, handsome waiters
matrons with their peach blinis, their tart apple martinis
flustered debutantes
all poetic unsure
first time daters
dilettantes
rubbed their -
eyes again, they blinked
made way, made room,
for Q's
sashaying soliloquy
serious multi tasking
sensual stiletto Hell-on-High Heels
slick Scarlet lip-glossed
VaVaVoom
As it should be
entertaining control,
further into the room
across the dazzling polished dance floor
no pastie tasselling girls
on well-oiled silver poles
The Special Agent
slinked
The Old Boys
raised their drinks
He stands
She sits
"Ist das eine Waffe
in deiner Tasche,
Special Agt Schmidt?"
She glances at her
Bulgari Serpenti Incantati
and in English says,
"This better be good,
Now is not the time to quit"
Like a wolf
Periwinkles
grins
"Q," he low growl says,
"I propose a change in destination,
I've taken the liberty to buy you
feathers for your wings -
tickets Q...."
then flirtatiously adds,
"Simply adore your bling"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. lupine/wolf
2. lupine/lupinus, genus blue flowering plant
3. Libertango
I know how to live off the land
I'm a survivalist
I make do with whatever's at hand
I'm a survivalist
It's a mindset,
it's a lifestyle
You must have a soldier's discipline,
be able to endure hardships for a long while
I'm a mountain man,
got no time for guile
I can ascertain your true motives,
sense the truth behind the smile
I was trained to be a scientist,
I was trained to be a fireman
I was trained to be a field doctor,
but right now I'm a lumberjack
swinging an axe in my hand
I worked on a railroad,
I worked in a cooper mine
I worked at a shipyard,
I was a mean cook when I did a little time
I'm a mountain man,
got no time for those corporate city slickers
I can deduce your true identity,
sense the lies behind the smiling boot lickers
I was trained as a scout,
I was trained as an engineer
I was trained as a wrangler,
but right now I'm a mechanic
fixing a truck with busted gears
I worked for a big law firm,
I worked as a small company machinist intern
I worked at a high-tech factory,
I got recruited by a low-level military attache
Those are just a few of my credentials,
but here is what you really need to know
I'm a student of studying people,
I got a quick wit, but I like to appear slow
Being in the big outdoors
is where I really feel most at home
I love to test my skills at surviving,
I love to operate my satellite phone
Check the cloud patterns,
constantly scan the terrain
Calculate the tide shifts,
learn every animal, know every grain
I know how to live off the land,
make the land work for me
I make do with whatever's at hand,
let the land give me what I need
I'm a mountain man,
I live in an untamed world
I'm a different kind of animal
I'm a mountain man,
who's never gonna get trapped
by modern barbarians ever again
From playing with Caterpillar to Butterfly
I'd always be on standby
A little rough around the end
You are everyone's best friend
You're daddy's little girl
My precious precious pearl
Your lovely cheerful smile
Makes everyday worthwhile
From singing to ballet
You'll be entertainment's attache
Your soul is so kind
You are the rarest find
People will be with you
From Cape Town to Timbuktu
But i wont be to far away
When love has just betray.
Dawn debuted stealthily,
as a breeze rustling through cat-tails;
But time, toted in its attache case,
the not-looked for;
Soon circumstances of the day
were screeching like a Red Tailed Hawk
with eyes set on a field mouse.
Despite our stubbornness, your nature retains its calmness
some satisfy their falsehood with incredible tales
folly in full as they argue if you and Satan are males.
Deserving your wrath and condemnation to die
you still didn’t treat us like dust and sand
rather to our weakness and stink you give a helping hand.
In supplication, we download our heart desires
open our eyes lord to look beyond every wish
so that we begin swimming through your blessing like the fish.
You don’t lie, your word is the standard
at will you choose to either open or close
unlike man who talks in poetry and act in prose.
Your motives are the fairest, your plans, the sweetest
staying true to your promises to be our perfect manager
but so often, distractions come with tempting vinegar.
You alone deserve our consecration and dedication
your love holds a multitude of leaves as the tree
but every attache is blessed to be fruitful and free.
"AWOL in The Ixnayed Days"
Pieces of me
were stolen
long before
the war
cluster f****d
its way
into the
world today
The peace of me
swallowed
in the coma
that had settled
where the buried
mines and bombs
in the silent streets
of your mind lay
Triggers
for
The Others -
treason is a gift
never to be
considered
PSYOP
sleep walkers
trip wired sleepless
grenades shot
from a mouth
Spitfired Hornet
burns the well-oiled
Molotov hurt away
wired the triggers
to trip away in tune
tap dancing fingers
express
the internal glitch
a torn soul, split apart
morse code signals
over keys, notes attache
attempting
soft diplomacy,
Kalashnikov all the way
awol’d in the ixnayed days
with the poetic legion
and their gorgon demons
dreaming of a time
long before the poison
spoon fed from that monster,
Betrayal,
had its way
a note pinned
over the heart
X
target
for a clean mark
painting pictures
in numbers -
give it your best shot
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“I Appear Missing” / Queens of the Stone Age
https://youtu.be/C9OfBcjyxKY
"Shock me awake
Tear me apart
Pinned like a note
in a hospital gown
Deeper I sleep
Further down
A rabbit hole
never
to be found"
LYRICS/ "I Appear Missing", Queens of the Stone Age
https://genius.com/Queens-of-the-stone-age-i-appear-missing-lyrics
H-E-L-P!!! N-e-e-d s-o-m-e b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!
Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing over divide
yellow crime tape
cordoned off homicide
booted feet did poetically crunch
while leashes untangled,
viz braided bunch.
Law enforcement officers i.e. they
Perkiomen Township precinct tidy
as... executive attache
case headed by narcotics
mod squad trooper Amelie
Beth knew address of scrivener brother
immediately quaffed mouthful Schuylkill
downing requisite with "FAKE" sedative cray
zee that seems giving
judicious punch to allay
time and again marital altercations daresay
put Schwenksville neighborhood
under immediate lockdown
Bay of Pigs in comparison childsplay
summoned rookies re:
instant karma coldplay
witnessed unusual display
officers, paramedics, and trained
German shepherds on faux pas did pray
(canines formerly under religious sway
nsync with neutered saint Matthew Scott
sacred church fathers and mothers
panglossian benevolence ne'er betray
loved spouting doggerel pay
Canis lupus familiaris obeissance
oh... I got scent tum mental anyway
kit and caboodle - women in blue,
plus aforementioned cod ray
regarding medical technicians
braced themselves steely, fiery, burly,...
former career recruits, thus okay
toughened courtesy green beret
fearless motley crew did sashay
gingerly, nimbly, softly... treading listening
faintly hearing sauntered without delay,
whence plaintive bent down on haunches
analogous to plie (plea yea)
including dogs ready to spring,
where overly curious inquisitive nee
bores asked to take selfie oy vey
afterwards quickly made bee line
discerning most strategic way
to enter apartment and rescue
a scene no stranger Giacomo Casanova,
to Rabelais, or Marquis de Sade
chaos theory put thru paces
mind boggling utter disarray
courtesy the missus
floor to ceiling clutter, perhaps soiree
gone awry with personal paraphernalia
strewn helter skelter hodge podge
bajillion potential accidents away
one misstep to temper and disable
garden variety trumpeting popinjay.
Thirty Shades of May
Did my stimulus show up today?
Do these masks really have to stay?
What the hell happened, we say
Can toilet paper be added as mainstay?
When can our children go and play?
Will social distancing keep the virus at bay?
Are these conspiracies theories cray cray?
Some waters are now blue, not gray, they say
Will Chinas government be made to pay?
Will essential businesses change day by day?
How much more disinfectant need I spray?
How can I spin this to be semi- gay?
We need more masks on that hospital tray!!
Will the entire economic system fray?
Where will all the dead bodies lay?
Shall our planet simply become a flambeau?
Are we still in the flowery month of May?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Talking bout people they want to spay?
Lean in closer you beautiful blue Jay
Did the President suggest we just. ..parlay?
How many deaths reported by that international djay?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Will we need all that fresh mown hay?
Or, our new world is vegetarian now everyday?
How long will our life be on delay?
Did the news brief just blame the attache?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Could we really be lead so astray?
Are we still in the month of flowery May?
PRAY PRAY PRAY
METEOR SHOWER
Promises of celestial bounds;
Creeping solar darkness abyss;
Gravity attache rainbow messages;
Lunar messinger dimensional blight;
Traveling the speed of light;
Justice planets galaxy night;
Stars!
Rain down spacecrafts;
Afar...
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Survey as artist drafts her masterpiece,
enclosing space invisibly across.
Then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
October 19, 2020
stanza taken from my piece, Spider's Purse, written November 17, 2010
Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's
the cultural attache'
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
??Today I roamed your district
I saw nothing of you in the taverns, valleys, and fight yards
Where has your loose soul drawn you
That looseness that so cuts absolutes
You were my closeness, my attache
I loved you like that
Beyond the the steeps that were your happiness
For I loved you beyond yourself
You were my drowning melody
That sweet thing that kills
I go down loving you
And I stay up loving the feeling of your bittersweetness
That's all I have to say
Dunno where you are, dead or in Jupiter
But if death's taken you
I'll love that death just to go to you.
OVERCARE
By Catherine DiBuono I read about myself in a chapter of a book last night
I just opened up a page to browse and there I saw my life
OVERCARE, it said, produces chaos and stress
Related to persons or events or just everyday strife
You over-attache and identify too
Not just with empathy but beyond what is due.
My God, I thought, it’s how I live every day
I thought that’s what God wanted,so I did it my way
So here I sit writing under blue sky and sun
Hoping God’s warming rays will show me the way.
God “threw me a brick’, saying open your eyes
What you are doing is OVERCARE and not God prescribed
Shame, resentment, guilt and more
I allowed myself to be engulfed, right down to my core..
My spirit so damaged, panic ten long years gone
Has returned with full force, controlling my fragile mind.
So its Your will, not mine, which I will implore.
Step by step, day by day, using Your strength to endure.
Heal my fear of driving ,get me out past my front door
Ease my mind back together, this I now implore.
For this is my poem and also my prayer
That I balance my life fully, but not OVERCARE.
sometimes in life we come face to face with facts that we don't want to accept.
needlessly to say, we must take the good with the bad
the better with the worse
the happy with the sad.
and even though waht you want is not always what you get, in the end...it'l work
out for your good.
that's what a friend once told me, but it's hard to hear that from someone that you
like.
especially when you find yourself attache to them, it seems, in just one night.
you even tell yourself, "don't put your emotions in it".
but, how can you abide by that when your desires are tied in it?
he awakens things in you that you didn't know were there.
you unleash burnign desires, as your body begins to yearn for him.
with every comment (mySpace) you want him more.
with every message (mySpace) he gets closer to your hearts door.
you can't contain yourself.
you try to get away, but this feeling is over taking your sould day by day.
you hate to admit it, but you're pheening for him.
and with every encounter, your desire grows stronger for him.
you hate to admit it, but you're longing for him.
and with every conversation, you grow closer to him.
each and everyday, he's the one you look forward to.
even while walking the halls at school, you find yourself wanting to...
be close to him, to feel his touch
just one wish...is that even enough?
you notice him, while he's noticing you.
you're smiling and blushing, what's gotten into you?
HIM, yea he's all in your brain
his compliments touch your heart like drops of rain.
you hate to admit it, but you're pheening for him.
and with every encounter, your desire grows stronger for him.
you hate to admit it, but you're longing for him.
and with every conversation, you grow closer to
Navy and dishes
I had kitchen duty on a fateful day
when the dishwasher exploded with an almighty bang.
just as I reflected on the irony as the only one trained as
a caterer I had to the dishes,
A royal navy is a strange place something to do with ranks
not so much about what you know.
The captain thought we had come under enemy fire and sent
an angry signal to the nearest ship.
Later that day when transferring oil to another ship there was
a collision and we had to go to the nearest dock.
The captain had to take the blame, which is customary in
the navy; he got a job as a marine attache in Paris.
The next in command became the captain, a good man.
As for me, I was left to clean the pots and pans.