boa constrictor
sidles up to pet owner
measuring for lunch
Gladys had raised Bowie since he was a baby snake.
They had a loving relationship
Did not get many guests.
Bothered neither of them
They had each other
Bowie liked to lie in bed next to Gladys
It gave him comfort as he grew longer and longer
He was ten years old now, longer than the bed
His tail curled over onto the floor
He stopped eating and Gladys grew concerned.
She called the vet.
“Get out of the house now!” the vet told her.
Your Boa Constrictor is measuring you, getting ready to eat you!”
Maybe it was the crack in his voice.
But Gladys did not argue.
Animal Control came in and took Bowie away.
As far as we know she does not have a new snake.
Music, both sacred and profane,
an elephant in cellophane,
a boa constrictor bowing a cello,
aluminum and lemon Jello -
these are things Ms. Andrews missed
as on her favorite things, she dished.
I gave my love to the Light
I loved a woman very, and for so long, she didn’t accept my feelings of love; I lost everything
Years have passed, and my life almost too, I lost my present life, but I can’t forget; goodbye
Hmm, my heart and soul lie like shards in a graveyard, I see this place often; death is a friend
I will die, killing me my love, this feeling the poison in my life
I won't drop this love, strangles like a boa constrictor; oh love
Yes, I don’t need it, but I just want; I need to forget everything
Oh light! I offer my love to you!
Please! Please! Please get it!
Take it off from my poor life!
Oh Light!
Save my life!
This is a great gift!
- From a suffering man -
Oh, Great Light, to you!
Get it!
Please!
Thank you!
Love you!
Let’s have friends over she said to her party-loving husband.
The honeymoon was over, and it was just the two of them now.
He rolled his eyes. Let’s not, he replied.
She was shocked. He had always been the guru of party animals.
The one wearing the pink boa constrictor and singing dandelion songs.
Maybe he was in a weird mood, she thought.
Not realizing this is his regular way, if he is not trying to impress a bride.
How about a barbecue? She suggested. We could invite our friends.
I do not have any friends, he said. She was shocked.
What about his best man?
Not realizing his cousin had been super reluctant.
She suggested another party, picnic, soiree, nothing motivated him.
She brought over a friend. They were singing and dancing, laughing.
Having a fine time.
Her husband said to her friend “Please quiet down. You are disturbing the cat.”
Her friend never came back.
She was horrified, seeing what the rest of her life looked like now.
Things are going great no problems at all
My world is terrific, I feel glad for the day
The sun is shining, and I notice the birds
They dive in for a taste of the cat food
I smile at their daring
A sharp pain stabs me through my heart
It feels like someone has speared my back
There is an invisible boa constrictor around my chest
Is this how death is?
I keep quiet
A day later I am exhausted, can barely move
There is a cyst and it is oozing
What the heck? The birds are still here
But I no longer see them or care
It is all about me; and my health
which I take for granted when it is good
It is bad now, and I am irritated.
Cursing the world
Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?
The birds fly off, sensing my rage.
First, a phone that insistently rang,
Soon, a voice that croakily sang,
Then, a door that did as insistently bang
And a steely chain that knew how to clang…
Next, a calmly approaching unsmiling gang,
Face to face with him, they should hang
And relaxed the bastard watch against the pangs
From their boa-constrictor-mimicking ropes with cobra’s fangs…
And it was to be a torture fully intended;
Its former arranged duration evilly extended,
Victim’s final lifeless body made to lie supine,
As just that to any onlooker should be fine!
I called her heart she wasn't there
There was no answer anywhere
The lease to say I walked away
Homeward bound
In my soul I am amazed
As my eyes are tear glazed
She was sweet yet hard to greet
With an attitude that was as tight as a squeeze
of a boa constrictor
Does my heart miss her
I think not
She had a non answering heart she just wasn't there
Mine feelings broke, I'm hurt northern one of us cares
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
Boa, Constrictor and Anaconda were out on a slither.
They saw some animals up ahead, yonder, some hither.
I’ll get the baby.
I’ll get the hayseed.
With greedy appetites all three snakes were a quiver.
PANED REFLECTIONS
Here lies the glazier, Peter Lee
His wife is shattered, naturally!
LAST NIGHTS ON THE TILES
Alas poor Joe, I knew him well
He fixed my roof before he fell!
SNAKE IN THE GRASS
Here lie the bones of Jones the vet
Inside his boa constrictor pet!
HE KNEW HIS STUFF
Ted, taxidermist, here doth lie
He stuffed himself with too much pie!
HAMMERED HOME
Here lies my auctioneer friend, Ron
His final ‘going, going gone!’
14/09/18
Love is the cacophony of life,
the stillness of your lover’s breath in sleep,
the boa constrictor hug of a grandchild,
and the outstretched arms of Christ.
8/6/2018
2nd place/multiple placements
Faraz Ajmal’s A four line poem on what is love poetry contest
I cannot concentrate on anything but me this week.
I am nurturing little Caren, as she’s right in front.
The committee is pushing her forward for hugs and kisses
And stuff. Do you know you can kiss yourself?
Just kiss your hand and then gently push the
Hand kisses all over your inner child’s face.
I’ve been having a Caren week, and it’s
Been so healing really.
It’s weird that I am still
Crying. The asthma is
Back though, and it feels
Like a boa constrictor
Is crushing my chest,
Then there’s that
Bundle of pain at
The base of my
Neck.
It’s
Just
Been a really
Bad, sad, bad, sad week.
Breathing
Is a big deal.
Breathe if you can.
And sleep if you can.
And love everyone you can.
That's the key, but I guess
my husband is right.
sometimes I have to stop
loving everyone else, and
love me. That's harder, but
imperative really.I'm hugging
myself now, to practice up.
Miss Mary Prince
Was not seen since
She brought home her boa constrictor
I guess the snake did more than lick her.
Like a boa constrictor
Coiling round its prey
Cutting off the blood supply.
Negative emotions slowly
Squeeze out all life.
Agony and anxiety
Ultimately kills hearts.
Life is extinct.
Don't worry yourself to death.
If I were an
~~ te
nl
ae
hp
ph
ea
ln
et ~~
I hope that
if swallowed by a boa constrictor
people would see behind the disguise
and do not mistake me for a
~~ hh
aa
tt ~~
If I were whoever I am
it would be nice to be seen
for whom I am and not
for what I seem to
be when I am...
An elephant and not a ~ tah ~
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