Best On The Run Poems
With Baseball hotdogs on the run
Caught up in, excitement and fun
Watch where you go
Before you know
You might slip and fall on your bun!
the robust red fox
midst emerald field —
bilocation
he’s there, he’s here
in my heart, still on the run
NUDE ON THE RUN
It is a boring day at the beach.
See a nude with his laptop out of reach.
Singular of boars —
His laptop they score
It is a boar-ing day at the beach.
8/7/2020
Poetic intention,
hiding in Prose
Misplaced and misspoken,
as every Bard knows
A narrative run on,
words littered about
Neither beauty nor truth
—masked in self doubt
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
"Possums on the Run - Part 1"
Well she ran away
danced the F.U.
Revolutionary Dance
Jokers are trumps
Euchre, 500,
Queens Slippers
no Deuce, no Romance
Holey holy
blue jeans torn and buried
underneath the house
with uneaten sandwiches
going mouldy in plastic lunch bags,
old unwanted items, school books
torn pages, hessian bags, burnt pots,
newspaper wrappings fading
tales of the city with
dreams of necromancy.
She’s upstairs deliberating
sitting at the kitchen table
writing her stories
Over with doing the dishes
done with Rainbow Princesses,
homework squats and
buried small town garbage runs
over strawberry jam and creamed up
Sunday Cream Buns.
A good day out
some holiday
collecting cut grass
she stands watching
red skinned motor mower man
barking orders
while the other daughters
stand en garde cross-armed
no hat, sun burnt,
barefeet, blistering in the
boiling Sun.
En Garde, patiently waiting
watching Frilly Lizard Black Boy
Kangaroo Paw Hibiscus
“There’s a tortoise under the
outside dunny!”
there’s a flaming tortoise
on the run
slow mode
totally bizarre,
wonders where
it came from…she thinks,
“run tortoise run”.
She knows better, she’s 17,
she’s the Dancing Queen,
she’s Top Gun.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1. .... x
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZUX3j6WLiQ
"Possums on the Run - Part 2"
No ice cream,
cupboard’s bare
ultra Fahrenheit sun,
hang out the clothes
do the dinner run,
setting table,
setting sun,
Can of Irish Stew, mashed potatoes,
Baked Beans, toast -
no Sunday Roast -
cordon blue, delectable, what fun…
Fruit Bats flying,
Yellow crested Cockatoo screams
Pink Galahs are joking
Kookaburra’s laughing
rabbit in the back yard again
where’d it come from?
Shakes her head, thinks,
“It’s escaping, it’s on the run”.
The other two are dying,
they’ve gone awol,
jumped the fence
drank the Mick priests’
alter wine and then some,
time to mention
the box of Dad’s Wine Club
she thinks, “ bloody hell,
they’ve gone wild. Why me?
Why am I left with
the Primary School Club?”
He’s gonna be home soon
she turns the shower on
stands them up quick,
cold water rushing down,
anxiety sets in thick,
adrenalin rush
heart boom-boom-boom
“Quick!” she cries, “Quick!”
stand them up under cold water
in the shower, “Quick, Quick, Quick!”.
“Come on l’il sista”,
the kid’s laughing,
like it’s fun
sober up before Five,
he’s gonna be home soon
“god! The Father
and the son…
We’re Done! Done! Done!”
Flyscreen door, mosquito coils
here comes the Kimberley’s roar
it’s 5pm,
all looks normal
li’l sister sitting up sober and brave
table’s set, dinner’s ready
where’s the other one?
She’s laying flat out,
counting zzzzz’s
'cause she hit the ruddy rum!
Shake her, wake her up
the King is home, surf’s up
din-din’s on...
Steak N Kidney Puddin’
from the tin
“Wake Up! Runi-B-Kahrun,” she
whisper-screams on the run
to the dinner table,
“get quick to the kitchen, run, run, run!”
Small town blues
bugger it, bugger bum
(Aussie Slang nothing
nefarious) run, run, run
That was yesterday
table set, dinner done
debate around the table
“Tids”, he says with concern,
“you're looking rather piqued, better
go rest some”.
Another day is done.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. Simple Minds/Everything She Said
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2uqUjJQwGY
"Possums on the Run - Part 4"
Stars in the sky,
he sits on his back steps,
he’s thinking of all his dreams,
his one true love, his sadness
HER dreams all come undone,
“Which star’s the sign of Cancer?”
he ponders, watching the fence line,
The sun has well and truly set.
All he sees are his little
possum’s on the run.
Walks out to the Avocado trees
complains about the aboes
and his thoughts wander towards
the-other-side-of-the-fence Nuns.
Three saplings
watch his sadness
bleeding into Erinmore
pipe dreams -
Three think,
“run away soon - run, run, run”.
Wrote him a poem
placed it in the Big Book
put my high heels on
drove me to the airport
said, “I’ll be okay”
kissed him on the cheek
promised him to my dying day
I’d wear no war paint,
"Be a good girl, Luv," he cries out,
"write home some!".
Didn’t turn back to say goodbye
as I walked onto the
Fokker F27 Friendship
the pilot closed the door
little bird flew up into Blue Sky
Didnt' cry, turned my face
towards the Sun.
My life had just begun.
“Possum’s on the Run”
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1. Lennox/Legend in My Living Room
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98srF-qG2mA
(Dedicated to a Revolutionary Possum, who thinks they're the only first one to run, run, run. This posted, of course, as always, with ALL MY LOVE. Dedicated to you my daughter, Georgia).
"Possums on the Run - Part 3"
Collecting cut
silver blue grass
carries garbage bags
green-ant bites, no siree,
this aint fun.
Stand guard, he’s the
lawn mower Pope
(she laughs)
on his ever vigilant run.
Look on him with sadness
Look on him with Love
“one less mouth to feed”,
she thinks,
“best to run run run”.
What could have been
lies under Palm, Pinaroo
buried under rain and Sun
never coming home…
He’s a roll your own man
sits on the back step
watching the setting sun
dark indigo shooting star sparkles
gecko changing colour on the wall
Fruit Bat squeals
hissing Bush Rat runs.
He’s thinking, “make
the lawn safer
ruddy trapdoor spiders,
poor piping hot water
down the holes
cover with dirt.
That’ll kill 'em,
stop the effers
before they bite ‘n hurt.”
Takes a sip of hot black Tea
gets up to iron the school shirts.
Sunday becomes Monday
becomes Tuesday bleeds
into remaining days
like Autumn leaves into
Winter trees bare barren branches
of each week, this is his life
these days his ever dwindling
seeds of memories.
What purpose day in day out
he is screaming on the inside
no where to voice it, no one to
share his Black Dog bouts.
“Make sure the table’s set for breakfast
and all the doors are locked girl,
before you turn the lights out”.
And you think,
“Is this all there is?”
You look through the windows
outside into the dark
along the fence
possums are running,
You think,
“Run Possums Run”.
Lynette, Linnet
a small bird, goddess, idol
ever golden burning Pheonix
on your shoulders
sings her fading song
“lovely child please,
never ever forget”
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
All 4 parts of "Possums on the Run" dedicated to an honourable man, an extremely courageous man, who served in both Royal Australian Army (first regiment into Vietnam) and Royal Australian Airforce, who lost his wife to cancer (32 yrs) and raised three girls on his own. This man was all about speaking his "TRUTH" and standing firm by what he believed in, my father V.C. (Peter) Burton.
1. T-Rex/Cosmic Dancer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5pw8BNPn6U
bagels and cream cheese
the best breakfast on the run
for work and pleasure
it was cold cold
my arms was fold
stop by a stand
with money in hand
but ie was fun
i get
HOT HOT COFFEE ON THE RUN
DEVIL ON THE RUN Lucifer Satan Chained Placed in the Lake of Fire
Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
Demons spit and howl;
Crying to their master;
In pangs and in the spirit;
You don’t wanna go near it;
Demons dwells;
Demons sell;
Sold their eternity for hell;
Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
One day he’s gonna be caught;
And placed in the lake of fire;
He will never go any higher;
Chained and stained spending all of his eternity in hell;
Bound and chained;
Bound and chained;
Devil Lucifer Satan;
No longer on the run;
10/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
& arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian™©2018
SANTA ON THE RUN
The night before Christmas, Santa was late
Packing up his sleigh would just have to wait
He had diarrhea bad
The worse case he ever had
Caused by the bologna sandwich he ate
Rudolph and friends were in such a tizzy
They knew Santa had been very busy
The elves packed up Santa's sleigh
Since Santa Claus had to stay
In the loo because he was quite dizzy
While moonlight fades from day parades
for battles lost or won;
and city lights show dimly bright
their nightly random glow,
we tell the tales of mystery
as minstrel songs are sung
to spirits of the silent night
reconstituting Poe.
Compassionate communion made
as all await the sun,
with glasses raised in fare-thee-well
to moonlight on the run.
Now listen to the west wind blow
the lonely poplar twig,
as brittle leaves in trees begin
to rattle with the flow.
We gather up a cord of wood
for fire and make it big;
but just enough to warm the soul
as flame and fire burn slow.
The liquid blue cathedral sheen
of countless silver stars
shines bright infusing light tonight
as part of God's routine
and we, uniquely blessed with so
much more than less by far
now gather here to share each year
this loving, joyous scene.
A bold and young astronomer
observes the red orb Mars;
he looks with pride and points straight up
then blows a kiss to stars -
a young man more excited
with his universe than cars.
We join in friendship circle
here and pledge our common soul
as each and every member sends
a special thought to God.
I feel the thrust of nature like
a bud to blossom whole
and gaze at space until the blur
of blue is just facade -
a universal miracle
like diamonds formed from coal
are equal to not better than
the lowest locust pod.
Compassionate communion made,
as we await the sun,
with glasses raised in fare-thee-well
to moonlight on the run.
I robbed a bank today
Suprisingly
I got away
The cops were just seconds behind
The money so much money
is mine
I cant believe
I pulled it off
Just a hoodie, bandana,
and a plastic gun airsoft
I told that teller
give it all to me
So scared
so frightened was she
put in the bag
stuff it nice and full
or I will be forced
to give this trigger a pull
Everyone stand down
not a single noise
I pulled it off
with stellar poise
As I left
I had goosebumps up my spine
I finished it like the movies
in record time
I got away I made it
no repercussion in sight
Until I was alone
that very same night
Couldn't stay out of the windows in my home
They showed my photo on the news
(I must be known)
What did I do
there is no turning back
Need to stuff this money
into my pack
Stuck constantly
looking over my shoulder
Life as I knew it
is completely over
Going to hit the road
see what I can find
The worry the guilt
racing through my mind
I thought I was successful
but the aftermath isn't fun
Wait this means
I am a FUGITIVE on the run
4/1/16
.
Dragonfly hovers
Blackbird swoop down stealthily__
Death on SUMMER day