Best Utero Poems
Most restful sleep since... being in utero
Courtesy restless leg syndrome
spouse called me expletive rat fink
ousted me out the bed with plink
as lovely bones almost got extinct,
whence consoled self singing ditty
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink
makeshift burrow of pillows nsync
shuteye analogous to grateful dead,
Elysian Fields I did drink
yours truly fast asleep
found repose within eyeblink
awoke rested minus
knotted knobs entire body kink
metaphorical twisted human pretzel,
yours truly did not shrink
though disabled to walk,
hence mobility regressed
circumscribing me ambulatory
range to crawl and slink,
no matter paralyzed
(albeit temporarily), I think
above mentioned rectifies
Quandary whereat legs
shimmy and shake
keeping the missus awake
she requires daily at least
twenty four hours
of beauty rest to slake
lest she renders me into
chopped liver and/
or skewered beefcake
nuttin I divulge "fake,"
courtesy this corny flake,
who years gone by
a scoundrel and rake
straying against marital fidelity
triggering psychological earthquake
present crisis pits less at stake,
thus forgive wordplay
much more age
appropriate than pattycake,
perhaps slight hyperbole
thee only literary gambit
up figurative sleeve,
me ain't no magician,
nor gifted with holiness
able to walk across lake
thus harmlessly,
kiddingly, purposelessly...
cavort, frolick,
before darkness, when I
unduly forced to betake
self and disappear hoping the morrow
will find most bushy tailed wideawake.
Baby girl
Fashioned by God's hand
You are a
Miracle in the making
A priceless jewel
Beautiful
Precious life
Cradled in the womb
So fragile
So amazing
So perfect in every way
You are loved
2/6/13
Inspired by observing the ultrasound of my granddaughter.
Entered in Rick Parise's "A Poem (old) that you love that placed
10th in another contest."
I ****ing hate myself and want to die.
In Utero, I deem inspiration,
but not sarcasm or imitation.
My anguish is authentic and a cry
for help, but why would people waste their time?
Not like their so-called justification
for concern is any indication
that they care enough to bawl, weep and cry.
Nobody will even care when I’m gone,
much less the violated deity.
For that, I am ungrateful and alone.
I scorned her body with a written piece.
A conclusion which should have been forgone.
Forgone like death, which should put me at ease.
(Sorry kids - Not A Poem but American "RULES" [ laws ] have become quite squiggly [ D.C. OUTLAW IS UBIQUITOUS ].
We've got a bifurcated polity whose basis displays internal contradictions that ought to be addressed if we are to recall and reestablish the means by which we "Form a more perfect union".
It's not rational to believe that men are inherently evil and that Governments' "First Order" is to eliminate or at least mitigate those human frailties yet allow unlimited "Capital-Power" to be accrued by those same individuals and not even question the wisdom of allowing their combinations'; an exponential magnification of said "evils" as it were, in corporate establishments also!
In a word, if we don't find ways to control, Collectively, "Capital-Power" it will eventually discover ways to control us and that is the new word: "Oligarchy" that Americans have recently been introduced to, probably for the first time.
Are we to associate then, a logical relationship between "Wealth Accumulation & Intelligence" and expect those with the most to carry our kind- humankind namely toward some better unimaginable future?
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Notes:
(In utero) Huh? ~ Google it!
~ to be continued if not mistakenly picked up by the Men in Black and bussed to the wrong side of the Mexican border . . .
. . . and having to redefine American Liberty now also which, as you can imagine, sucks the big one!
Alone with my thoughts
It’s dark and warm
It feels safe
That strong pounding
Steady heart beat
Pumps life into me as I wait
I wait and wait to forget
That’s the rules of the game
I come from heaven
But agreed to leave it behind
I have a game plan
But I need to become a clean slate
That’s the rules of the game
I wait to burst onto the world
Discover and experiment on my own
Pick up clues here and there
Put the pieces together
Trying to remember
Everything I’ve forgotten
That’s the rules of the game
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 22, 2018 for PREMIERE CONTEST NO 130 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
UTERO HOLDER OF LIFE
Reddish brown hue
Holder of life
So easy to view
Beautiful
Mother’s hold held, life spoil
She stands tall, fertile
Legs sequoia
Woman mother of man
Releasing’s life’s blood
Eggs embryos
Down her limbs
Nurturer, mother of world
Red river life flows through
The womb monthly flows
Utero holder of life
9/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
"from LIFE DISCERN Anthology "