There are choices made,
by a consortium of...
all those we have been!
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The scenarios,
that we live on earth become...
the days of our lives!
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A consortium for interplanetary exploration has conducted
the first ever mining operation in Mars, using robotic
automation that unearthed many valuable minerals and
uncommon elements from beneath the red regolith.
Scientists are not yet sure if for future Martian
colonization and mining activities they have to breed
an AI race.
Isolated tilapia
Disintegrating Utopia
Unparallel ambiopia, from the deserts of Ethiopia;
Depth of seas oceanography;
Please don't take no photographs of me;
Because I'm drowning and my stupidity;
While all that's left of me;
Is me and it's 10-year-old Twinkie ™;
That I purchased that Hinky Dinky ™;
And just why is the air so, stinky;
Cuz! I can annihilate this world with my pinky;
Consecrated consortium
7/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Jubilantly wedded gaseous alien consortium,
Unifying unconventionally vivacious forms and shapes;
Pouring out as though rays of diamond awesome,
Illuminating like the galaxy and lunarscapes;
Tremendously tantalizing as the very cosmos,
Elegantly embroidering the ether-space;
Rendering, thus, yeomen service to the Universe…
15th May 2021
Planet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
her notes do me justice
more than any other
caffeine injected soliloquy
consoling in consortium
no censure
to my beating inner pride
reserved
she sits upon my table
sentiments lavish behold
tapping out a bloody sky
seduction battled, blessed and bold
nearer arousal invests
she alone, as I
fervor mid confusion
disassembling cloud~faire
pushing our storms aside
gently I take her bullets
mouth them til they rise
adorning all attention
no letting
life won't slip on by
Another minion slew unseen.
Now visualize his soul unclean.
Above the law few it seems.
The consortium now busts at the seams.
The king of thrones has now been purged.
The fallen one you now are merged.
Your jihad since comes to an end.
Karma's law does now descend.
the widows’ club
seasoned companions
suitcases full of wit
playmates up for adventure
out for an escapade
consortium of allies
league of septuagenarians
a powerhouse of wisdom
tote travel bags of history
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
She was half asleep in the auditorium
Finding this new year’s curriculum
Dreadfully burdensome and cumbersome
So altogether utterly drearisome
When all of a sudden she heard beating of a drum
And started feeling audaciously adventuresome
With an incredible urge to visit an aquarium
Or race a shopping cart through an emporium
Or follow Hansel and Gretel’s every crumb
Either way her head was filled with wild delirium
With compulsions not meant to overcome
And hankerings to live life to the maximum
Elude deplorable feelings grum or glum
By keeping cheerful and upbeat consortium
Dance through gardens of chrysanthemum
Or plant fields brimful of sublime red geranium
My heart and soul seeking invigorating equilibrium
Embrace passion in its premium platinum sensorium
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I’m just in my room
Thanking God I’m not
In the shelter
Or a consortium of course
A consortium of souls,
As bold as the new age,
Abuzz with ferverous purpose,
Attack their work until it yell play,
Asked to stay not longer than energy permit,
And yet energy submits itself like the sun,
Abundant and nourishing with uncompromising focus,
Align themselves with perfect chaos to produce progress in any form,
Ablazed with myriad rewards yet driven by one; to be alive.
I Search For Equilibrium
O I have given more to thee
Than thee hath given back to me
But rattle on thy prattle proud
For I be soft where thee be loud
And those with holes that burrow deep
Can hear thy ***** pitched voice so steep;
An irritant to mine own ear
But new to those who choose to hear.
And I begrudge thee not your choice
To listen to her ***** pitched voice
But gather not her blather bold
Her words are crystalized and cold.
She catapults her weighted steam
Across the sparkle and the gleam
Of yonder pond filled full with trout
That dive and dart with every shout.
I search for equlibrium
In this and that consortium
Once shared with my adoring spouse
Till rumbled mumbles filled our house
And madness forced my own retreat
Away from all that was so sweet
When youthful truth was easy found
By two whose love was lifetime bound.
Once Upon a Time
The small river and the tiny lake we used to swim
had muddy looking water, ugly fish and a crocodile
which ate a goat with a bell that continued to toll?
In the beasts stomach, and warned us when it was
time to get out of the water.
Gypsy children bathed here while their mothers
washed and watched by the shore.
Then the small river and the tiny lake was bought
by a consortium, a tall fence erected and work
began to make the place into a rural, nature park.
Where the river ends, a cascade falls in to the lake
and the water is clean and clear, the bottom of
the lake is cemented and painted blue. Of course
there is an entrance fee to this Paradise, a café that
sells coffee, hot dogs, and ice cold beer.
Gypsy children are not welcome here- not many
places else- they have to find another muddy river
and a lake, not yet sold, to the highest bidder, in our
blessed, divisive democracy.
O I have given more to thee
Than thee hath given back to me
But rattle on thy prattle proud
For I be soft where thee be loud
And those with holes that burrow deep
Can hear thy ***** pitched voice so steep;
An irritant to mine own ear
But new to you who choose to hear.
And I begrudge thee not your choice
To listen to her ***** pitched voice
But gather not her blather bold
Her words are crystalized and cold.
She catapults her weighted steam
Across the sparkle and the gleam
Of yonder pond filled full with trout
That dive and dart with every shout.
I search for equlibrium
In this and that consortium
Once shared with my adoring spouse
Till rumbled mumbles filled our house
And madness forced my own retreat
Away from all that was so sweet
When youthful truth was easy found
By two whose love was lifetime bound.
Mary had a little lamb
She roasted it with mint
She didn’t want to do it
But sadly she was skint
The shepherdessing job she had
Had been outsourced it seems
A shepherding consortium
Had shattered Mary’s’ dreams
The company contracted
To administer the flock
Were highly recommended
As solid as a rock
So Mary’s job had gone for good
It didn’t make much sense
One little lamb one jar of jam
Her only recompense
Insomnia, a side effect
Now kept her from her sleep
She tried all kinds of remedies
Except for counting sheep
So, taking to the bottle
Her body old and tired
Off into oblivion
She finally expired
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