Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!
Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler, snout, and shark
Are our chatting hallmark
We've no wealth, but good hearts
We excel in fine arts
Ta-ra-a bit we say
To 'see you later...' day
Though life is hard on us
We live it without fuss...!
28 June 2023
Black Country Communion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
coking, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
In my sweat I am drowning
My passion is the coast ward soaker
Off the beaten path resounding
What could there be more purely mediocre?
I was a weather forecast and you a gale
In my tears I'm crying, I am drowning
Off the beaten path resounding
What could there be more purely mediocre?
I was a weather forecast and you a gale
That moment my soul grew chill
As I fell down the hill
My throat coughing
I crave the cool, chilly calm
And so you came gently gurgling
I am coking off my own vomit drowning
Resounding the gasp, of grasp of our last embrace
Towering over me more purely mediocre taunting
If I could just have but just a taste
Off the beaten path resounding
Deep into that darkness shivering
All my soul within me delivering
'It's that northeaster wind,' I muttered blowing
That moment my soul grew chill
As I fell down the hill
My throat coughing
I crave the cool, chilly calm
And so you came gently emerging
My last thrill, even still
If I could just have but just a taste
of your spirit soul's breathe in my drowning
1/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
coking, analogy, destiny, how i
Form: Rhyme
On the first watching
As the clock keeps ticking
The windows are launching
Open breezes yet sticking, Hurt Body
Struck to my chest
My last breathe
Into my throat
I'm coking on oceans of saliva
While on my quest floating boat
Head is clear like a new revival, Hurt Body
And on the second watch
My heart beat stops
I'm in a trance
Feet swollen let I still dance, Hurt Body
Frozen lung can't breathe
Windows yet smudged and dirty can't see
Coughing now throwing up
Expelling my life juices into the valley below
Temperature drops frozen cold
My heart yet beats surrounded by the snow, Hurt Body
Hurt Body
3/25/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
coking, allusion, change, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
There has to be somewhere more familiar
somewhere I can lay
Some cave in the arm that I find safe
When I laugh I want to show my whole teeth
Let out the sounds of the whole me
I'll eat this meal here, you'll wipe the grease
Play with hide and fur, it's teasing
Find my own scent in your hair pleasing
I see clothes that I've known on your body
And this is us in grass, dirt, smell fresh after rain
---musk that can save
Now you can teach me why I should speak of
all the things I've tucked between my pillow and God
I've been coking meals in hopes of the wrong men
and ate them alone
Keep the burner on and fridge open
I'll soon be home
Categories:
coking, angst, depression, fantasy,
Form: Free verse