Best Gumming Poems

“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life 
a million knives 
embedded impeding 
words wrapped around him
all bleeding 
lacerated unseen,
invisible to...

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*I Hate You Like*  (For: Brittany Moon) Her Tiny  Request**


I hate you like the Eclipse of the sun and moon====== 
Lightning, thunder, twisters,and Hurricane # 7 destruction upon my hate=

I hate you like the father who walked out on us======
Hating you is the...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one place moving astride, stutter-shifting
  continental drifting world
  climate changes over faster beating rhythms
  cyclic seasons weathering

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I hear it,
Like the many lights flashing
 just to keep me going.
Contrary to  the damp twisted sheets 
as my anchor to 
the warm drip.

On my invisible brow 
I have been spat 
 
And I am not counting

Now,
Theres always an echo of an army
poised in...

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Is it fair that youth is beauty
That the best we can ever be
Is before we are twenty three
Why can't a wrinkle be sexy
Who says grey hairs are icky
Contact lenses are too tricky
Comfort and ease of eyeglasses
Tri focal eyeglasses
But why, but how, when
Did youth escape and...

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Never dine with zombies
They’ll only eat your brains.
And don’t take them to Ambercrombie’s
Because there they’ll do the same.

Eating brain’s is what they do,
And for brains they’re on the hunt.
Don’t invite them out for Chinese food,
Because brains are all they want.

Zombie’s have a one track mind,
They...

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What's something 
really gross 
you've seen lately? 

For me, 
it was a toothless old lady 
on a bus stop bench, 
gumming Cheetos she first 
softened up 
in a paper cup of water, 
her mouth and chin 
bright orange....

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Hyperbolic quasi autobiographical prevarication...
caricature sketch of person best known to yours truly

What began as an honest 
to goodness attempt 
to craft personal truthful profile
evolved into a fictional poem
manifested into the following.

Despite the onslaught of paparazzi,
I (an eccentric kindhearted sexagenarian -
born January xiii, mcmlix
at The Christ...

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Habits are difficult to break…
and when lethal it is as if trying 
to scale a fence with barbs at the top. 

Smoking, drug addiction, 
bad relationships
attach to one’s spirit like flypaper
or gooey-spider-webs, entrapping
the soul, gumming-up divine essence
making it difficult for God to be heard
above the...

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Retirement from community development,
facilitating cooperative economic justice
in this post-millennial time of climate crisis,
feels like being put out to pasture
with the rest of us toothless and feckless horses

Stalking senior centers
and gated communities
to weather the fade-out storm
of physical
and mental,
natural
and spiritual encroaching unease
and disease.

This was not my fade...

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24 says of obsession to cure us all 
gumming to death on a dagger of toothless bubbles 
meeting with another 
digital spirit guide whom I may never 
fully trust 
sorting out death who is sorting us out 
a gullible god who doesn't seem to care...

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Ketchup, catch-up
...running  running 
Shore-up, syrup
Gumming, humming 
Sticky Ricky


3/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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My wife and her brothers gave me five grand to bet on a horse.
My brothers-in-law kicked my ass and my wife got a divorce.
They chose the horse because it was 50 to 1 odds.
They beat me so hard that I almost met God.
I accidentally put...

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A hundred years from now
or in the next moment
I will be dead, gone and back.

Not this 'I' with its sticky ego
gumming up the works;
forever tinkering, jury-rigging
a mental machinery
that was always poorly designed.

Most likely, baby me, is already out
of the chimeric soup,
he or she probably
made of...

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The Wheelydoodler fickledabbler nuddogger irritated me beyond belief!
But he did not thunderbait me as badly as he thunderbaited Poosnortaflasher.
Poosnortaflasher told me had never felt so nuddogger irritated in her life.
What did that wheelydoodler fickledabbler nuddogger do?  She asked me. 

I was gaslumitertoot in my...

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