Best Convert Poems
Part those sheets my love
And I will worship your skin
A true believer
We've all seen it
their cloying intensity
to the new cause:
tobacco cessation,
gluten-free digestion,
mindful rumination,
deep cleanse elimination,
erotic poetry,
for the lucky
erotic reality,
alcohol abstinence,
Yahweh's deliverance.
And we can only
smile and nod
knowing
this too will pass.
Principled or vile, honorable or depraved,
we all view the same stars,
suffer the same dread.
The richest minds among us were
all once bedwetters.
The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification,
they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the
ghosts of culture and language,
never recognizing the absurd futility,
never once realizing their enslavement
to their own defenses.
Here we are conjoined,
the tormented with their tormentors,
the marginalized with the entitled
awash in the night long freezing rain
culminating in a new morning light
where we yearn to find new hope.
No one has reformed.
No one is converted
and yet, no one is the same.
The pages of days flip past.
We find great promise discarding
our malignancy of mind,
the dark ages we left behind.
We see a future as we climb free
from our climate of abhorrence, the
mind games of conspiracy,
though we still contend with our bigotry,
our racism, our dogmatism, paradoxically,
we also find our capacity to love unconditionally.
Convert
Old factory was due to be knocked down and turned into rubble, recycle the materials and use the land again. A new start? Yet this building is structurally fine, a few broken windows and missing tiles, the idea of demolition is okay but you lose the heritage and a piece of history. Is that a good thing? How about doing it up and converting it to flats?
Keeping the building intact and preserving history, basic yet interesting dwelling spaces for modern people who want to live someplace different. With loft space flats, basement bedsits and cosy mid building apartments for those who want to a enjoy city life of bars, clubs and the gym.
A man who worked in the factory agrees in saving the building for future generations, industrial heritage now an urban living environment for those who want to buy a new home in an old building.
Marceau leans on air.
His ethereal stage, a muse.
Walls and limits come and go.
Rubber, his body
knowing what it wants.
His muscle’s tale born
in luster under polished light.
Each spectator becomes a believer,
each observer willingly accepts,
how hands make intangible dimensions,
how legs scale vaporous stairways.
You should never ask what they saw.
This myth maker made by
his allegory.
This illusion maker made by
his parable.
The converts so silent in
their seats.
The stage of rollick,
while viewers undergo the idyllic.
He ends
knowing each convert summoned their
symbolic order.
He ends
relying on collective unconsciousness.
He finishes
aware his act exists
only in the mind
of each beholder.
AWAY YON CONVERT COME HITHER
abreast is the moments
somethings collects those comments
reaching out for those converts
those whose screaming and yelling stay away alerts
12/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
So, you thought you have the right
To in my bed pass a night,
Not alone, with your lover,
Vulgar love-making brave,
Sensual pleasures coarsely crave…
You have my mattress defiled,
All night romances of the wild;
For hours with a pervert
Who claims she is a convert.
Now, a discolored white sheet
I’ll gladly burn in the street
To Junk Press give a story
And have you shamed Miss Glory!
Bed used without permissions
A sin not for remission.
May be my dream convert in truth
And I touch the truth of god
I know god is a very clever player
Every moment he took new turn
But while you fallow with true heart
He defiantly listen your talk
And god accept your wish
And make way for her fall
And with each drop of rain
Flower of love do love shower
And your work ship get succeed
And she appear as the bless of god
So believe on the dream and tough effort
Open way for immortal light
And keep shining life long
May be my dream convert in truth
And I touch the truth of god
I know god is a very clever player
Every moment he took new turn
But while you fallow with true heart
He defiantly listen your talk
And god accept your wish
And make way for her fall
And with each drop of rain
Flower of love do love shower
And your work ship get succeed
And she appear as the bless of god
So believe on the dream and tough effort
Open way for immortal light
And keep shining life long