Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants
Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring
Low leg swing exclusive slide in, magic valet
Over revved start stabs adrenalin assuring
Our dear Dara, choice contacted in December
Available last minute to test drive his beast
Black gloss road boss, enlarged 'lungs' terror
Capable crazy bitumen baby, tester pleased
Ultimate Man concurs, the amenable outcome
Keys in her hand a few days after, aura froze
Couldn't imagine huge generosity from anyone
Racing car reap, increase on what she sows
Merry go round roads, another showoff slotted
Silver pole stabilised glides in Surfers cycle
Crosslane carousel onlookers, briefly besotted
By hot hoof nimble Nissan race horse style
28th March
Too Great of a Man
William Madox Brown from Calais
a colleague to PRB's Everett Millais
The ' Last of England' so evocative
making the pathos live
Moonlight glowed in a gown of gold array
Luminant stars sparkled above Calais*
I would drive my love in a horse-drawn sleigh
and keep her warm with blanket of crochet.
As snowflakes fell, I'd offer a bouquet
and speak words of love in polished cliche.
We'd dine by firelight with wine and filet.
Nibble sweet morsels on dessert's buffet,
then propose as tears filled her eyes of grey.
November 3, 2022
MonoMixoRhyme Contest
Hosted by Hilo Poet
*HMS has Calais as 3 syllables ~ PSSC as 2
Word count as 66
I don’t know a tweet from a twitter
Instagram and Tik-Tok? I was a quitter
I receive lots of texts, but do not send any
My hands get clammy from spending a penny…
Huh? Wudja say? – Yeah, I’m doing OK.
Went to Oahu last month; next week to Calais
My life’s insured for ten million; my wife can’t complain
She purchases bitcoin; I invest in blockchain
Ice on my igloo
roads frosted over
Cursed, cutting cadaverous cold
deathly chill from Calais to Dover
Thought it was nippy
but my fingers are numb
Arctic algidity all around
winds whistle, envelop my town
Why must we endure
gelid, glacial Siberian air
Is warmth only comprehended
when to harrowing cold it's compared
What if the Rubix cube was round?
Would everything lost be found?
Maybe Boris Johnson wouldn't be head,
three cheers for Mary Berry as pm instead.
Would we have ever left the EU?
Say 'bygone' to the Dover/Calais queue.
COVID may never have shown its ugly face,
and bankrupt every marketplace.
We'd greet one another with a grin and hug,
not a distant wave or a faraway shrug.
Perhaps daytime tv would be on local life,
not murder, illness, earthquakes and strife.
Historic figures could come back to life,
and lay down every weapon and knife.
Each eager to make peace, do right,
knowing full well war only starts a fight.
Where everyone has everything they need,
all injustice gone, every civilian freed.
Where hope becomes tangible,
each language understandable.
Dreams become reality,
regardless of nationality.
Where love drives every action,
and brings everlasting satisfaction.
04/03/2021
How many galleons per mile
Were spread the grand Armada fleet,
Hoping strong England to defile
After a huge naval defeat?
Surging steady through stormy seas
How many galleons per mile
To drag brave England to its knees
With solemn Spaniards sans smiles?
Dark clouded seas were fierce and vile.
Tempest scattered ships hit the coast
How many galleons per mile
Could Philip, king of Spain, still boast?
From Cornwall’s shores to Calais rocks
Drake’s large guns, beyond denial,
Scattered and sunk Spain’s sons, in shock.
How many galleons per mile?
On ever rushing glowing light;
Surprised by the ultimate
Immersed through the waters bright
multiple cellular truculent covenant
How Nature's passion stirs up my reactions
Climate change so disarray
Expense this year abstraction
Humanities collusion illusions ballet
Pollution the solution is more
Try cold blackened Calais airways
Environmental forces encore
Turbulent Nature's sprays blaze
Apocalypse
9/22/19
Written words bye James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
1. Cartegena :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
2. Calais :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
3. Bombay :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe.....
Everyday
repeat
no coda to
ever take place
Moo
It bounced down my street like a mad thing on heat
Or a kangaroo doing a trick
The farmer that blocked it was knocked off his feet
By his cow on an old pogo stick
So a cow on a pogo stick bounced down my street
The footrests weren't right for her hooves
So they're welded with superglue onto her feet
Which is okay so long as she moves
But you can’t stand still on a pogo stick
Cos if you do you will fall over
So she bounced on her stick and she went quite a lick
As the farmer pursued her to dover
She hopped on a ferry, they thought she was merry
As she did her mechanical ballet
She said she had nary so much as a sherry
And she promised to hop off at Calais
A shift of the rudder made the ship shudder
Our cow made a messy mistake
Thanks to that judder she jiggled an udder
And sprayed half the deck with milk shake
Her strange bouncy dance continued in France
Until the old farmer arrived
A touch of sedation and glue separation
Meant our bouncy bovine survived
Young Girl of Calais
There was a young girl of Calais
Who dreamed of dancing ballet
But with her two left feet
and not quite petit
Cest non, said the Calais ballet
Off the stuccoed walls, the shells peel
The wounded babes bleed
There is a story of harrowing kind
To every war
This one is no different to others
The babes die in Aleppo
The world maintain the stony silence
Mothers' hearts shattered to pieces
Meanwhile
by both the forces of Assad and Isis.
The lucky few hit the jungle
In Calais
braving the oceans
And the deadly shells
Seeking shelter from us.
Yet a hysteria breaks
In heartless media
Demanding the samples of DNAs
They are not one of us
We must kick them back to the jungle
And have them deported to their lands
Bombed.
We won't offer no succor
Let them be tortured
Let their bones get fractured
Let their mothers’ hearts shattered
They are not one of us.
These kids need a right old kicking
The heartless whores of tabloid shout.
We listen
And hold our heads in shame
Powerless:
On the face of demonization of the victims
Of the war
Where is our tolerance?
Where is our compassion gone?
A calabus loved a calaboose
Went to Calamis to catch a moose
But in a great hurry
Vision's kinda blurry
Cooked in Calais a Catalan goose.
No Home
There was a young lad who hadn’t a home
so off to the Social he went for a loan.
He told them, I’m hungry, I’ve nothing to eat
no money no food or shoes on my feet.
They told him ‘No’; He began to cry
He pleaded and asked them why not, Why?
I haven’t even got a bed
I may as well be bloody dead.’
Tired hungry and full of woe
what to do he didn’t know?
So off to Calais he went
to live with the refugees. In a tent.
They wait, waiting to break the law of any country, they rush in their thousands to gain access to the tunnel**. Why, what do they envisage is at the end, a pot of gold, reality is another camp, until they are sent back to country of origin. These are the poor people who have tried to reach the shores of the UK. Spent their meagre savings to reach this goal,
it stands for freedom
dark mouth, with forbidden depth……
sign says your welcome
** referring to the Tunnel at Calais that connects UK to rest of Europe, thousands of refugees are waiting to enter illegally by storming the tunnel or hiding in back of a lorries. So Sad.
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