Best Communicable Poems
"Alpha Mnemonic"
Word
Image
without the image
no word
Language
a disease
communicable
by mouth
Alpha from brain
Omega passed
on her tongue
to yours
Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation
gutteral
romantic
cerebral
never rehearsed
language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where exactly,
Within?
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
from somewhere
other birthed
codex ancient
Alpha alien
genetic
hive driven
we are observed
writhing in our smalls
amphibian brained
we are still
loud embryos
clashing and clinging
unjust
we are
just learning exotic
movements
within our
blue pitri plate
circular in motion
we are agitated
not calm, chasing long versed
pre-recorded, re-rehearsed tales
a breath blown over us
language divides us
in love and belief
a disease
we are
we think
we speak
we spread
our languages
communicable
by eyes that
envision dreams
of others within
we are not knowing
with clandestined
futures and
over-ripe mouths
to succour
we simulate
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
sensual
cold
science
hot and feverish
we lie
in bed
with irreverent
romantic fate
Omega
ohm resistant
high voltage
across the conductor
Always equal
Metaphors of unity
become
the Sequel
Blissfully ignorant
Ripe Red currents
juiced up and
Blue buries itself
warm palmed
on a soft beating breast
Ideology and
Romance
arrive
late
Memory
lost in the
Alpha
Mnemonic
Stuck in
the warm
and sticky
we grow cold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Language is a Virus" / Laurie Anderson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIOnODxUTZQ
It’s not rare ; it’s a common plight..
Best way to start a good fight.
There are a lot of studies about diseases,
Symptoms include coughs and sneezes.
Aches, pains, fever and depression,
Even fetishes and obsession.
These symptoms may include sundry conditions.
Including vomiting, diarrhea and other emissions,
But by far none can cause more pain suffering and miserablearianism,
Than an attitudinalistic condition called Bichyinthemorningtarianism.
Be on guard and keep way clear of that patient please.
It is, after all, a highly communicable disease!
Why does one write poetry?
To get lost in the solace of words,
to encourage one to look at birds;
or is it something much less communicable:
a state of being, like a look in the eye,
that is unreadable?
We could talk night and day,
about the how and why,
but the only thing that is foreseeable
is the poet coming back again
for the ink and pen.
Infertility
Is it a communicable disease?
Is it a blemish to the family?
Is it a detestable status?
Is it an inferior sort?
Is it a shameful disability?
Is it an imperfect position?
Is it a non-human prototype?
Is it a punishable crime?
Is it a reason to be isolated?
Is it a divine curse?
Is it an unholy living?
Is it an immoral sin?
Is it an incomplete existence?
Isn't it a blessing to become an adoptive parent?
In school-days on poles
scratched the birds,
if they were even number
especially two
(Sometimes bonded sometimes
quarreled)
we kissed palm to lips to
utter good luck
if odd especially one,
friends touched
others to transfer 'bad
luck current pass',
(Perhaps ripe time for bird that
they are free from other
influence- in silence)
and those aware of the
wicked omen viewer had
two fingers cross
To guard 'if uncrossed'
communicable vibes
But after multitude years
of oscillating nuptail this
old man remembers
brathood,
what could have been as
lucky for bird or man as
gift of constant solitude?
In HIM by HIM
I was made to be eternal
In HIM by HIM
I was also created to be a co-creator
Once transcendent yet still energy
Placed IN a vessel but not for all eternity
For my truest self shall flow rise and excel
I am the attributes of God
And in those attributes we share
I am loving I am HOLY I am good
Only in HIM through HIM I am just I am jealous the jealousy of God
I share my heart with no earthly idols
We share this such is trust His love I am merciful
I am sovereign
To the authority of the Most High God
I am omnipotent powerful knowledgeable
I am patient I am faithful I am spirit
My eyes are the windows to my soul
Which is where God looks out and God looks in
We together contemplate I learn of HIM HE knows of me
My character is innate WE begin to grasp each other
Glorious lovingly
All inspiring
And HOLY the person of the Trinity is upon me
And in me it's the only one Worthy of our alliance
Jesus Christ model these characteristics in HIS life in ministry
I want to establish
I want to glean from HIS presence I want to learn what it means
HOW to apply HIS self in my life
I can grow in the face of the Lord
My God my attributes the windows to my soul
Communicable these are the attributes
I share with God
I share with my Lord
These are the attributes I share with God
Selah
Hallelujah
4/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
i am the ash tray diary catching your cancer
sit still in your powdered liquefied sadness, and i will be your enabling dancer
anything to make you happy is everything that makes me a mannequin
i stand by as you take one for the reaper
i so wish i could evaporate your tears and become that man again
maybe then you will return to being the most beautiful and stunning thrill seeker
i am the communicable ink pen sacrificing my flawless immunities for you....
A tiny fish desirous to swim at liberty,
In vast ocean and depth beyond measure, is me.
Always elated, witty with communicable smile,
Unique still found simile as my name says.
Fire in my heart not possible to tranquilize,
Touch of a thunder would always enlighten,
Thoughts in my mind travel fast to infinite,
Much of my pent up anger goes in tears,
Emotions beyond control, at times unwind,
I am More of a soul rather than a body.
Alike marvelous and merciful, not knowing,
Intensity of what I endure by present torture,
But by chiefly the pang that rankles after it,
Completely original, I quaff my ale with gusto,
My rights I consider entirely infrangible ,
No matter what else you may take away from me!!
Life is all about enjoying; both the good and the bad.
Because I live, I deem it as being a right of mine
To allow myself to make mistakes,
To be imperfect,
To trip, to stutter, to carry diseases; visible and invisible,
Communicable and non communicable
To be a laughing stock,
To make a clown of myself in a serious situation,
To fail and to start over,
To be accountable for my own choices,
To feel not like the rest of the world,
To choose my own inner garden over the mundane parties,
To be opinionated and to stick to how I choose to see things,
To be bold in ridicule,
To cry, to feel hesitant in bipolarity,
To want to sleep in broad daylight,
And even to revere the universe in way I feel comfortable in!
Because I live,
I am subject to some patterns
To which I can choose to follow, or not,
But for which I have to be respected
Because I live for some unknown cause,
Having been brought to life by some mysterious power
And not for the way society has been defined
By others of my own kind!
I live to feel protected, from those whose vile minds
Want to see me destroyed at all costs
I live to enjoy everything about the temporary life
That has been given to me
For I have not opted for any of it
But has kept my palms open and have accepted it all
Once, somewhere my mind can't envision!
BECAUSE I LIVE Poetry Contest
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The air is ripe with passion,
Love for something gone so stale,
Does he stand alone?
Does he pray to a god long gone?
“Did I miss the next fad out of town?
Did curiosity kill my dreams?
No, they’re long dead,
Foolish scenes played out in my head.”
A victim of opportunity:
Of misguided, ardent love.
Russian roulette of ideas,
Pull the trigger and find your purpose.
This passion is not mine;
This love , far from divine.
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the phobes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Eyes are sore
spent too much time
in the light I'm facing the Sun
reading of my plight all but I'm not surprised
my hands hurt
I dropped the ball in the dirt
and as I lay on a bed of roses Thorns
puncture my back and my voice is frozen
I have chosen
the leap of faith
in the dark while I am brace eating grapes
I contemplate
my faith
who am I to surmise
to surprise
who am I to cry
of the Innocents
in the night who am I to deprive the innocent
of the flight while on this time all this time I suffer a while
I put on a smile
I pretend I'm a child I'm open Pine
and wine out of a cry while
asking myself why I plunge I dive I fall on the ground
and on the rebound
once again I pray
help me out today
I'm up I'm down
I'm all around I Fallen
continually again over and over underground I fall down I must relate
I do not hate I hesitate as I cross the gates
where is the bridge that's how I found
I'm Homeward Bound I must have crown Homeward Bound
I've hurt myself I've nothing left left when the storms rages on communicable diseases Faith Healers it's treated misfortunate Captain plate procrastinate
in the kitchen eating blue grapes electricity and utilities have been turned off
I fell down the stairs oh well I guess I just lie here and suffer a while
12/12/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
Disease Communicable Horn Haiku
Irreversible,
Disease Communicable;
And despicable.
You can call this Poem
a five word Horn Haiku.
James Horn
Wonder what the fewest known
words haiku is. Will work on it.
A pen may be mighty, and the tongue may be strong
But the brain is the most powerful -
For everything else that follows, simply tags along
It thinks all of your thoughts, and tells you what to move
But can make you say the words you wrote [with the pen] -
As if by speaking, a point you can prove
But after it’s been said, you cannot take it back
While the mouth may be closed, and the words scribbled out -
With the pen placed back atop the paper stacks
No matter how hard you try to grasp, at the words floating in the air
And despite your attempts to mend, the wounds you have left
The meaning behind your words, will always be there
So think really hard, before you start to speak
For it is near impossible to tell
When someone’s will starts to become weak
A simple utterance of an insult, no matter how disguised
Can have the power, in any communicable form
To make someone want to act, on their death plans they’ve carefully devised
Within a society, that depends on the media to pass around
Personal information is easily leaked,
And lead to another body, placed beneath the ground
We have forgotten what it means, to speak with select few
About thing said in confidence
Meant only to be heard by you
And because of this, so many take it, upon themselves to spread
These words like wildfires across a prairie,
We only know the effect we have, when the subject has been found dead
The impact our words have, are greater than we think
We say so many mean and cruel things to people
when the connection with our brains and mouth, seems to be missing a link
It is then that we discover, the turmoil we have caused
And the push we have given someone
To put their life on permanent pause
I apologize for the youth, who have forgotten the old ways
Of monitoring what is said, within today’s day and age
So much has happened, and much still needs to be done
But I believe eventually, one will rise above it all, and give peace and hope to everyone
i am a drowning victim today
in the blank face parade array
in the middle of the creepy weeds
i continue to spread the needy seeds
this lifetime is a bookmark moment,
and i lie to myself letting off a smell so emphatically potent
trying to be the good guy internally and in vain
driving myself crazy without knowing i am drowning till i go insane
what i want takes a back seat to what needs to be said
despite a with to be in pitch black silhouette while a mind is attempting to be read
the puzzle pieces are spread out like repetition in rivulets of resurrection
some are pawns to communicable normalcy despite the efforts of their direction
i myself am never in full protective gear when it comes to your connection and separation
in this life i know i must recover quickly and formulate another recipe for the purpose of preparation