I find that modern concentration camps
are now hygienically focused,
fully concentrated upon themselves.
There, every glass wall is a two-way mirror
for the neatly dressed minds of swamp dwellers,
thay who slave away
weaving truth and lies together.
Nevertheless, germaphobia feels dirty all the same.
The eye in the pyramid has gone blind.
Under Benjamine Franklin’s bed
the minted scrimshaw of crisp 100-dollar bills
is chewed down to a dry-mouthed pulp.
Upon the hilly fields of Gettysburg
blood has grown a greener grass,
and yet,
on moonless nights
armies still madly charge at each other.
Call back the horses!
Let the dead fight on.
if you find yourself within those wall-less places
think of the road-kills, whole families of them,
and all they have to wear now
are flea-ridden striped pajamas.
Loves complicated
seems we neglect details
keep each other feelings in perspective
sorting through details
getting it right
making it last
complimenting one another
meaning everything we say
in regards to one anothers feelings
we put our pride away
settling down
doesn't mean settling for anything
Love , money and marriage
means respecting
what the other needs
I aint gonna be
She won't let me
Baby, Baby
what we gon' do
Getting it right
making it past
those stumbling block
where we can't see through
getting rid of friends
looking to the end
priorities
and needs known
Love, Money and Marriage
Love, money and Marriage
can't get this
gotta save for that
fix it right
where are my tools at
gotta slow down
on certain things
some people like
undermining things
Isis was tired of being all things to all Ancient Egyptians.
Why am I the goddess of marriage, fertility, magic, motherhood, medicine and the dead?
No one had an answer.
I am going to concentrate on one thing, she stated.
Motherhood.
But her brother-husband Osiris was killed,
so she resurrected him instead, so she could be a mother.
They had Horus, whom she decided to guard all of his days.
That surely says something about your skills with the dead, her brother said.
She held the ankh sign up and paraded around the room.
Showing off her crown with the hieroglyphic sign of a throne.
Yes, she agreed to the Pharaoh, but I still want to concentrate on motherhood.
She had no choice but to also show magic, for her mystical abilities were tops.
Better than any other deity.
River Nile revers Queen Isis each year when she floods her banks.
Representing her weeping tears for Osiris before she revived him.
I ate;
I ache;
Now I smell up the air;
passing those flatulent gassy breeze;
Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach;
Constipated, concentrated dreams;
Reality pinching me at the seems;
Evacuated;
Re-leaved myself;
Now I deposited wasted products;
Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach;
Biodegradable stents;
Reality pinching me at the seems;
Constipated, concentrated dreams;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
11/15/18
Thankyou And Farewell - Charmaine Chircop's Blog
In One Spot Concentrated
My poems in one spot are concentrated;
Should I either have waited or hesitated;
So to pass test,
What will be best?
Be put in other places I contemplated.
Jim Horn
Charmaine has her poems all over the place.
Her name reminds me of Charlemagne.
Cancerous cell confusion
Bodies broken
Last words spoken
Passive patent pollution
Constant consumption
Catastrophic corruption
What is right? And what is wrong?
Plastic parasitic pathogens
What is real? And what is fake?
Artificial flavoring
The less I have the more I take
To satisfy this selfish taste
This to be humanity's fate
Nothing more and nothing less
Am I real or am I fake?
Is it late, to change my ways?
Or am I doomed another day?
For profit and production
I am a statistic, I am a reduction
Nothing more and nothing less
Chemical companies will not confess
Selling eco friendly "life enhancer"
Walking deadman
Ticking time bomb
Corporate caused cancer
.
Sap of the lovely Sugar Maple
Concentrated by heat
On that golden biscuit
What a lovely treat