A warning to possession.
To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind.
Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride.
Would you like to suffer reason?
Suffer sound of self each second?
Or rather suffer thoughtless sense,
Even you could not have reckoned?
I bare your sense to be.
Aware to some degree.
While others often fail to see,
There's more to their own glee.
Which host would you endure?
A former or a latter?
If not of thought you would prefer,
Ignore me and my matter.
Skipping stones across the lake
They skip along and ripples make
Impressions each that slowly fade
As falling stars that fall away
Across the chasms of the sky
Chance be seen by roving eye
But mostly chance forgotten
As if by chance they never happened –
And fading ripples, falling stars
Are transient moments lost in thought
Like chancing looks upon a face
That come and go without a trace –
A FAIR PAIR
Willy the worm would want to wiggle
Just a joke joining in with joyful jiggle
Gaity I guess, giving guffaw or giggle
Delighted to dig and dive down deep
Why one would wish to walk or weep
Continually checking, caution to keep
As surface security seldom seems safe
Worried to wander as a whining waif
Choices change, yet chancing to chafe
Stop being silly, Sam Snail softly said
I’m slimy and I slither slowly instead
However heavy to hold I have a head
No shame sheltering in a shiny shell
I’ll try to tempt you with tales to tell
Quiet questioning quite easy to quell
My mistake made if I’m mild or meek
Supposing no special space to speak
Being breakfast in a blackbird’s beak
None need know any new unknowns
Both born blind, bare with no bones
Grudgingly, grinds grates and groans
Great, gradually going underground
So silent, simply still sensing no sound
Finer feelings of fairness finally found
Basically being what a bare belly begs
Dripping not drowning, draining dregs
Laughing’s allowed, even lacking legs
Little waves of light, reflecting darkest night,
Embracing shadows, so alive – feelings to recite.
Little wonders, growing, soft and silent, flowing,
Coloring hearts, so graceful – amazing, mind blowing.
Little whispers, rising, fragile but so energizing,
Breathing hope through the moments, - it’s simply mesmerizing.
Little hearts stirred, by music from the spirit, melodies heard,
Tempting the heart to listen, - beyond the night, to each word.
Little lives, healed by believing, never doubting or grieving,
Assured of the hopes they’re aware of – miracles so relieving.
Little poetic designs, stories penetrating, on heartfelt glories,
Softening doubts and reminding us why – there are many allegories.
Little touches of hope, inspirations to help hearts to cope,
Sometimes life can feel more a maze, - something of a zoetrope.
Little dances burning with desire, taking spirits higher and higher,
While even the nights feed the passions, - feels like catching fire.
Little tangos and waltzes, dancing, bringing excitement so entrancing,
Blazing through the lives of those who see – these feelings are worth chancing!
Back in the day
Only fast girls could get laid
Young unashamed unafraid
Cute and candid
Running romancing
And chancing pregnancy
Zip your lips cool your hips or baby
You could be mommy or daddy
Not everyone's enamoured by my humour
At risk of my head being bopped
Say things in jest that are taken as serious
Chancing of a punch in the chops
Like when I once said to a very large lady
Pressing number two in the elevator
“That's just one floor, you coulda walked!”
Thought I'd end up on the floor
Another time down in old Cape Cod
In a store getting out of the sun
A lady knocked over a very large display
Yelled “Now look what you've done!”
Dear Cathie turned ten shades of purple
She was just about to blow a gasket
However luckily cooler heads prevailed
Considered myself quite fortunate
“Look before you leap” as the old saying goes
Often insert my foot in my mouth
Runs the risk of hard blows to the head
And injury to my parts down south
dreaming friend
like the chancing days of wind
if i could draw his breath
so sad to watch my friend
growing older
growing colder
don't forget your feelings
spare a thought for me
i am not a startled stranger
something more than typewriters are needed
to record the personal touch
introspection is not an option
*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay.
Boxed Souper
"I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet.
Still...
There have been a few too many,
I take into account,
those flatteries, good and plenty,
...that spurt, I do not doubt.
Cause and effect make the river stream flow,
Upward or downward and what beats the path,
Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo.
High profilers entertain muffled wrath,
Fewer chips on the table, losers throw,
All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath.
No contrast chancing with a quill,
few dotes, and left comments.
Nominal spew mandated nil,
hail those righteous contents.
...still!
2023 January 07
RZ & HMS.
Comes the time when freedom expires
The gathering need of a patriotic cabal
One chancing upon such surely inquires
In time meaningful writing on the wall
Utmost secrecy Freedom Pub requires.
Written December 8, 2022
Submitted to "Freedom Pub" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Lanky, long, angular, lean
face neither kind nor mean
Breezy walk along the avenue
twirling something yet unseen
Abrupt turn into a narrow door
glancing backward just before
Did he see me? Should she run?
perhaps he has a knife or gun!
Chancing it, she waits outside the store
he's in there half-an-hour or more
Her palms and knees bathed in sweat
She's about to concede her foolish bet
Then out he comes, joyously
a dozen roses, just for me
In science lab one day
they emptied out my brain
Even poked, it wouldn't say
a word about my pain
at never chancing what I knew
was beyond my comfort zone
That's why my brain just never grew
~ the reason for my brittle bones
My passion is so smooth glint
I give just more than a hint
Of the love for you
Yes, I truly so do
I love you so
So these emotions stresses animating
But in the fact that is what so creeping
Back into my memories highlighting
But in the fat that it was murmuring delighting
I love you so
Peeping eagerly I look for the luster
And the splendor never enhancing thus so
It was romancing all my soul
Within me chancing while I ponder
I love you so
Yet talking and glancing still I look at you I wonder
I look for you such of you beautiful
I gave just one more hint a glance
Wishing for just a chance
Wonderful a daring one
Will you be my love
Yes I truly so do want to be your one
Your only bow, your one true love
This that I do, so true
My darling
I love you so
6/10/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
If you were to economically invest
in polyculturally healthy ecology
And politically co-invest
in multiculturally wealthy theology,
Then you and we
thou and me
might responsively respect
wealthy co-invested integrity
to reproduce healthy co-empathic engagement.
We wealthy lives
are not egocentrically about competitive security
garnering famous
nor infamous
apartheid places within
and without verbal histories
recreative narratives
prehistoric memories
All about cooperatively winning Earth's most healthy space
in SolarSystemic,
and somewhat smaller scale
time and space restoring
wealthy health optimizing
win/win ecological strategy
Which is to simply reiterate,
AnthroBiology is equal to individual ego passions
as EarthEcology co-arises
multiculturally living pre-historic nonverbal
on through historic verbalizing,
sometimes singing and dancing,
resonantly and resiliently chancing
EarthTribe compassionate synergy
potential integrity
ionic and iconic equalizing energy,
natural and spiritual,
bilateral and bicameral.
dancing
bare whispers smile
chancing
~
heartbeats
probing delights
completes
~
bright hues
caressing me
my muse
Finding your musette 2 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Photo chosen is # 5
March 31, 2021
The heart that is longing to natures chancing,
hearing the music the souls needed dancing.
Trees raised crowns towards the clouds as homage,
granting the request in tears as rain hostage.
Sublimity from loving spirit not being asserted,
tomb of worlds past and society diverted.
Precious vision to become empty of presume,
empty hearts reflected to recreate the bloom.
Wilderness in all so over-whelming,
mental expansion naturally mending.
Before the feet can reach that dwelling place,
imagine that sphere in all grace.
The silence of the heart wakes the whole creation,
natures moral principle before preparation.
Loving souls whom life has thrown apart,
destinies to separate and fulfilling a new start.
Lives ocean waves come to wake and leaving,
to solve in oneself the rhythms of pleasing.
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