Best Grafting Poems
Grunttenly I fretted the krakening;
Asthe ship dawns the horizon;
Burtworthy emplosions grafting;
Microrations gobblestone variants;
Up holding yon populats;
Ole!! thy fellows freddled Vogonian;
Banquish thessalonian squall;
4/20/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
legs wobble
like broken twigs
grafting in
A LEAPING ACQUAINTANCE
O ask me if a friend is mine for keeping
And I will scroll down her countenance in years
To show acquaintance that’s a target leaping
And I will tell you of the long nights’ weeping
Into the valley of the corrupted seers
That her acquaintance was a target, leaping
As if acts of confidence were seeping
Down the drainpipe like a burst of tears,
Asking if a friend is for safe keeping,
Secrets unravelled in the glare, bleeping
With the traffic of the times that hooked my peers
Just ask me if her friendship’s mine for keeping:
I say, a pox on their assiduous reaping
Their facts are gleaned where the bar sells beers
To show acquaintances like a target, leaping
On opportunity, grafting on chances, peeping
With trashy envious shades adrift in leers;
O ask me if this friend is worth the keeping,
I’ll show an acquaintance missed the target, leaping.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008)
I am no revolutionary
For mine is not an ideal
A noble statement
I ain’t gonna give a speech
No riling up crowds, riots
This ain’t no cause
No movement for you to join
All that it is
A cry to the heavens
I am a man tired
Tired of all this
This pain, this agony
An agony so debilitating
This ain’t no call to arms
For a weakling that I am
I would be swatted like a fly
Nay. I ain’t no rabble-rouser
All that I am
A man in pain
I do not seek death
Martyrdom ain’t my thing
Only rest is on my mind
Respite from this life
This gloomy darkness
Rancid, unenticing
An opiate do I seek
A release, cathartic
Mine ain’t a war cry
A call to arms
All that it is
A plea for compassion
I am a man born
Bearing a burden, the future
Their hope for redemption
The herald
A dawn long awaited.
I am a man born to sufferance
Toiling, grafting
My destiny, lost in time
The guilt dragging me down
Futility, my staple diet
Yet I can’t be a Luther King
All that I am
A man weary
Voiceless we were, far too long
Enduring, hoping
Toiling to turn the tides
We been understanding, docile
Willing for a flicker, a spark
Patient, wishing
But now we tire
There is no life for the lambs
Only slaughter and darkness
Destiny is reinvented
A cold hard truth,
Silence is for fools
This ain’t idealism
All that it is
A grim realization
I am no revolutionary
Yet I need a revolution
A movement, a cause
I am no martyr
But one way or the other
Death comes to us all
This ain’t a war cry
Yet a multitude will rise
A cause taken up
In unison we will cry out
A desperate people
Crawling out of bondage
Light at the end of the tunnel
This ain’t an ideal
Debated ad-infinitum
All that it is
A Cry for freedom.
I
As my fingers trace your silhouette
Your lips will feel my kiss
The shoulders that have held me up
I will never have to miss
The strength of you in support
The little girl has grown
Opened up to live and life
Through a love she had never known
As your love grows in me
The taste of you and the feel
Each layer you now remove
Just gives our love a new reveal
From little girl spoiled and lost
To wife and mother too
You know you have my heart my love
It forever belongs to you.
II
Working through the small hours
Bringing home the bread
Two small sons to feed
A place to rest your head
All those years a grafting
Boys then turn to men
Believing that was it
This was starting again
Words jumbled in your head
Pages of poems you wrote
Making sense of your life
Working and living by rote
A working life then ended
Grandfather, a new role
Doting on the new births
Even so life took its toll
III
A little girl was waiting
Waiting for many years
Not knowing that she was waiting
For you to catch her tears
Continents apart
Worlds so far removed
A child innocent and empty
And alone, that was proved.
Comfort takes its time
Your shoulders you gave to me
Your love did the healing
And that is in the book you see
A love so strong so vibrant
A love that keeps us apart
No continents do divide us
Just the hurting of others hearts.
© GG 14/07/2013
As i awake with the sound of my alarm clock signal for another day. I get myself ready for
my overworked job in which i don't get enough pay.
Its not long before i pull myself together and get in to my car, and set off for a few mile's
down the road, it isn't very far.
I have arrived now, I'll just park at the other side of the gate, and begin my hard day
grafting in this place that i hate.
Firstly I'll gather up all my gear which i use to clean. Why is my boss giving me so many
orders, sometimes she can be so mean.
But I'll take the orders as i'm in no position to talk back. If i did it would probably result in
me getting the sack.
So i take her demands and i go and fetch the brush, if only i had a job that wasn't all rush,
rush, rush.
I have everything done now, all i have left to do is the floor. How i long to see that clock hit
half past four.
I left school at the wrong time if only i had stayed. As it has brought me to this kind of job,
so overworked and underpaid.
The A to P of Change Procrastination to Adventure
Answers to be found to questions unknown must arise from new
Bold novel beginnings revisions contemplation reflections and prisms
Can manage to challenge unearth previously untrodden pastures
Diminish confusing conflicts depression mood swings all our schisms
Encompass what portrays and enlightens where we once had no clue
Forego all those doubts uncertainties mistrusts dithering divisions
Grafting and crafting embracing in gratitude those many disasters
Heralds art works in person and paper defies discards rephrases indecisions
In faith change and purposive interrogation we might well eschew
Jumbled controversies intercept trapdoors pitfalls mindless perditions
Kaleidoscopic mixed and matching compositions not necessarily faster
Lie within us so obviously they require manifold repertoires of renditions
Much hard work is needed in our strife but reward looms where credit is due
No more of that past nonsense routine inculcated intrusive narrow opposition
Obfuscations of sanity health revival if we desire to become our own master
Perfused with loving kindness honesty less traditional re-calibrated new mission
02nd August 2016-09-01
written in abcb rhyme for
contest Alphabet Soup
You are a super hero
Affectionate, witty and brilliant,
Joys and humour much rampant,
Muscular and macho for the bad,
You are a super hero my dear dad !
Deeply disguised one day as I sat,
You read my face and gave me a pat,
Courage to beat the rogues at the pool,
Else I would have been proved a fool,
Remember the day at school I excelled,
You were teary eyed, with joy so dwelled,
Never to forget your hugs and embrace,
Sparkle in your eyes and heavenly grace,
Days of picnics, fun and frolic are alive,
Swimming at resort and that deep dive,
Rock climbing and the river rafting,
Hospital bed and the bone grafting,
Taught me that life is a lemonade,
World is worth living with truth and trait,
Help the needy, believe in hard work not fate,
You are a super hero, dad you are truly great!
August 15th, 2014
Written for Carol's contest- you are a super hero
Written by Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Now entered for contest "Is there you want to tell me something" by Judy konos
I really want to tell you about my dad.....
Entered for "Tell us about your dad" poetry contest by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place win
Leaving banking, I am thinking about banking. When the red humour from the human system drains off, we irrigate the haematic fluid inside through vein-channels. ‘Blood Banks’ with sanguine loans come to our rescue. In cases of renal malfunction, we ransack kidney colonies for mercenary donors. Or don’t we eye greedily at the safest vaults for the bean-shaped organ - at the healthy kidneys inside the frames of our beloved ones? For grafting damaged skin, happily we become clients of ‘Skin Banks’. Those banks supply us with new apparel – bio-RMG, culled from the *****sapiens. In needs cellular, ‘Tissue Banks’ help us consummate the transaction. Aren’t ‘Eye Banks’ the last resort of the visually deprived or underprivileged ones? To cater to cerebral needs, there are ‘Brain Banks’. ‘DNA Data Banks’ through gene cartography help us circumnavigate the vast continents of bioinformatics. Oh that we only had a ‘Philanthropy Bank’ to supply us with liquefied humanity for intra-venous infusion into the sadistic, misanthropic minds!
the beach is nature's playground
building sandcastles and splashing in the sea
as the wind blows through the beach
as cool as the gulf of lepanto
the waves washes away my stress
like water washes away,and leaving you pure
as it makes that beautiful sound
the waves lapping at my feets
feeling the ambience
i stood up looking into the water
the vast ocean has beauty all its own
i can feel the calmness of the chilly sea breeze on my body
i can feel each grain of sand
the warmth of the heat wraps me up
evoking the earth-mother in me
i can hear the grafting roar of the pebbles
it was a beauteous evening
the wind wafting my hair
the birds flying overhead and soar
a better place for a long walk with your soulmate
as we Nestle together
as i move towards the edge of the sea
bringing out the child in me
my feets leaving a footprint
as the beach never loses its inherent charm
@bint__abdolrahman
Beginning from stone
rough corpus scion branches,
genetic vineyard...
A fairly simplistic approach is demonstrated by an individual acute angle and stresses are found in many evenly distributed lines. When the boom of the spray threatens a doctrine then blankets could fall meaning then that the orchestration of fortresses is reduced to a mere symbol plotted on a graphic sheet. Gridlock lines are not goldilocks and no three bears ever enter by a side door nor an exit. Dispite all counter productive odds the journeying migrating wings of many hue still crawl over the skies in a preplanned movement. And what of the ninety foot goldfish. Well he desires to be free and join the world for to watch is not to exist. It is the contemporary contemplation of a clarinet speaking to a cornet. On a very hot elaborate day. Always bask in whiskey, ice cream soda and a pile of gin in a basket. Take care of holes. Always sewing. No leaks then. And in a rhombus a bead speaks. Good. Giving guidelines grafting going gymnastic gnomes. And several skewered pickled eggs giggling in a line. Haha haha now bathe in tea. Hahahaa bananas booming brilliantly xxxx illumination z
I will speak of the cauldron
though am of no form of debating
of the cavity between the man and the mind
more to say of the suppressed smile and secret laughter
clear the feet of all non-proliferation
cos` the head is gradually getting full of non-conformity
despise and under the vocalization if thou care
so thou can keep on underwriting the mind of an undertaker
skin-grafting,prof-ligating,huffing and puffing
now back to the hustlers quote
"Life has gone through so much vagary"
en devour to metamorphose your rhythms
avoiding the temptation to join the melee
going, going, gone.
The mirror’s morphed me SEE
I mimed__ the black- button eyes
sewn on it seems, as if in a dream
A dream of the acid kind__
Belay! That plank _ me pirate peers
A straight-line saunter, your prisoner cannot muster.
Just send me to a new crew-cut, seer
who will remold this immortal blunder.
Neither man nor beast am I_ I’m a chimera
A botanist's flight of fancy....
*Chimera - an organism, or part of one,
with at least two genetically different tissues
resulting from mutation, the grafting of plants,
or the insertion of foreign cells into an embryo
April 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 1-4
Key Verse –2Chronicles 1:1 And Solomon the son of David was strengthened in his kingdom, and the LORD his God was with him, and magnified him exceedingly.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY STRENGTH MAGNIFIER
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my obvious weakness
Thank You for governing over feebleness
Along my doubting mind of unbelief’s destructiveness
For me to be prepared to pitch in Your holiness.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my lack of knowledge
Thank You for guiding my stubborn heart toward Your divine privilege
Along my unyielding stubbornness of miserable price I acknowledge
For me to be fetched out from carnality’s mileage.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my waning determination
Thank You for grabbing my burdened devotion
Along my wavering dedication due to dissatisfaction
For me to be built up by Your compassion’s fortification.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my limited understanding
Thank You for guarding my searching mind from deceitful pretending
Along my shaky decision-making needing sturdy standing
For me to be set upon Your truth, wisely commanding.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my shallow commitment
Thank You for gearing my little faith toward service-empowerment
Along my complaining attitude to learn genuine contentment
For me to be reared well by Your stewardship’s enablement.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my towering pride
Thank You for grafting my heightening arrogance in every stride
Along my hindering selfishness I try to hide
For me to be cleansed, and in Your sanctification, abide.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my unrighteous habit
Thank You for granting my confessed sins Your pardon, gracious in every bit
Along my admitted guilt, freeing me from disturbance-pit
For me to be perfected by Your transformation of Scriptures’ writ.
April 19, 2023