The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”
Categories:
countered, allegory, character, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
To the treasury note i lost with
I was without exotic notes
Taught in hardened testaments for quote
And speak of troubles i would have
Save the bested efforts tilled by young
Haddingstone and young it was
Countered verse lustra’s bugs
From grand ire back long to nepal
She granted means
Leaving no measures
Destroyer of rain
Remover of wash
Sleeping sees
Ossian’s loss
Categories:
countered, city, farewell, fruit,
Form: Free verse
Good grief, one soldier told another
Our foe’s no different than our brothers
Oh, yes he is, the other retorted
The cause he fights for is distorted
I beg to differ, countered soldier the first
Our side’s lack of morals is the worst
Them's fightin' words, the other soldier replied
Said the first, I'll take you down, I’ve got my pride...
When it was over, they both lay dead
Their foe, their brother, victorious instead
Categories:
countered, brother, conflict, death, irony,
Form: Couplet
,,Another day, another luck",
I said to my dad with swollen water my eyes sucked,
,,Another day, another fun",
He countered with a gentle smile,
without rushing anything.
,, sh7t dad"
,,Don't say sh..
Always say: ,,What a pity"
Even though his sentence was short, he once said:
,,You see.
I am sorry that you guys need to live on to your teenage years depressing.
We lived in a poor country, in the past there were all silly dudes you know from school, cousins, teachers as your bestfriend and grandma and grandpa.
Always all together.
The better or rich life how you guys call it is saddend.
When we were young?
I and my friends set tires on fire."
,,What? And the police?"
,,Police? They didn't came in one minute.
We ran away like mice.
We were young and had alot of strength within us.
Or the amount of money we stolen from playing with tying up the laces through the Bags and slowly pulling them our way.
We waited till they tried to chase.
You guys now call it criminal.
We called it playing with dumb."
Categories:
countered, age,
Form: Free verse
#10: No Room At The Inn
They blossomed they did like rows of roses.
Places for lodgers, those traveling sourced,
their reasons countered their changing poses,
frequent stays and returns have been endorsed.
There will be places that might be lacking
for whatever reasons that there may be,
the people won't stay there, less foot tracking,
as sites may have Roach Motels that you'll see.
There will be double-booking caused concerns,
leaving people stranded, no way, no stay,
whereby many shorten trips--forced returns.
Trends rallied lawsuits; be that as it may,
X-X Bethlehem, then Jerusalem, He'll lay.
Categories:
countered, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
It’s written in your face, I can see it in your eyes
I don’t need to hear the words, to know your lies
From my friends they’ll be no shock, no surprise
They tried to tell me your love was all a disguise
I always countered, they couldn’t see what I could see
You were genuine, caring and accepted me for being me
But as time went on and things began to unfold
From the excuses given and the blatant truths untold
Bit by bit, the mask slipped from your disguise
And slowly the bitter truth I started to realise
I didn’t need to hear the words, to know the lies
It was written in your face, I should’ve seen it in your eyes
Categories:
countered, mental health, poetry, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
I held her so
wonderful
soul do I love her
her love countered embraced me Oh!
and I love her
I surely, holy un adulterating do so
love her
as we embrace
in my spirit, heart, mind, and soul do I love her
my heart beats, as well as her
and I never want to never ever let her go
Agape
Categories:
countered, addiction, analogy, caregiving, desire,
Form: Free verse
My best guess is that it was some 20 years ago that
the number 100 represented years I wanted to live.
This was my request to The Lord, adding that I would
like to revisit the matter then to see if I wanted to
live beyond 100. It was a prayer of simplicity without
conditions, declarations, decrees, or qualifications.
It was all about longevity, legacy, serving God and
humanity. At that point, the matter was closed.
A few years ago, as I was sharing my longevity dream
with a friend, he countered with the fact that he'd
rather not live that long. For Bob, about 85 years
would suffice.
So, I concluded that I needed to revisit The Lord with
an amendment granting me 'a healthy 100 years'. Having
included that caveat, I then felt much better about 100.
I must say that my friend's comment about being both
aged and healthy was a sobering one of which I took
serious note.
When I look across the horizon of our shattered world
and the challenges to be faced, issues personal, foreign,
and domestic that refuse to be silenced, there is a toss
and turn in my spirit. Although inconclusive with second
thoughts, I'm still inclined toward a climb to 100.
062023PS.
Categories:
countered, age,
Form: Narrative
Two Brothers departed a concrete world
Of hurried horns hallowing a rat-race rule
Babbling crystal streams countered by camel grunts
Led the way to calloused palms.
And in that breath of honest air.
The Bees and Ants hailed us faor.
Under shy shimmering stars in a field of pitch black.
In the crisp, crunch of forest soil,
Dawned upon by feet so bare,
Of gemmed cobweb bridges naturally built,
And the scarlet sky of rain and rakhal reprise
The Bees and Ants welcomed our sighs.
In Yellow hands stained by turmeric pure,
The freshest butter met the freshest bread,
And sugarcane rain drenched
Honey mansions of a thousand rooms,
As mudded walls shielded fragile hay,
The Bees and Ants asked us to stay.
But decades of toxic sprays, commercial plagues,
The greed and ghosts of governed ways,
Tortured our mother in many minds
Two brother spent a thousand days,
Two brothers in an agricultural maze,
To show Bees and Ants an organic way.
Categories:
countered, environment, farm, nature,
Form: Narrative
The husband said, “I must confess
my car is a horrendous mess.”
He knew his wife could not ignore
health hazards. She would do this chore.
She offered, “Take my car to work
while I clean yours.” He wore a smirk
as off he drove. I’ve got ‘er trained,
he thought, and she has NOT complained!
That night he found his car half-clean.
He growled, “What have you done between
the time I left and now? She said,
“Look what I found.” His face turned red,
“You found your earring! I’m g-glad,”
he stammered. “Why are you so mad?”
She countered, “NOT mine, as you know!
To us, you’ve struck a grievous blow.”
He begged her for a second chance.
“I promise I won’t even glance
at others.” She said, “This would be
for you at LEAST chance number three.
“My third chance?! NO! I cheated once,”
he vowed. She screamed, “You’re such a dunce.
Last month your car smelled like cologne.
Pack up. Get out. Leave me alone.”
June 21, 2022
entered in the One in Five Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
countered, divorce, heartbreak,
Form: Quatrain
once countered measures
prior based methodologies
tabala Maya breath
Categories:
countered, adventure, analogy, appreciation, fate,
Form: Haiku
A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.
Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.
He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.
Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.
________________
March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Categories:
countered, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
If freedom was granted, it would be wasted.
They said.
If imprisonment was granted, it would cost you money.
I countered.
I left my spark.
And carried away the remnants.
Along with my bags.
Which they had deemed part of the outside world.
I left silently in the middle of the day.
When everyone else was asleep.
I wouldn’t stay another night.
But others would.
And their screaming would begin again without me.
Categories:
countered, hurt, mental illness, psychological,
Form: Free verse
My Muse Commanded, Write Dark Poem Today
( In Tribute To Poe's Genius )
What purpose does that huge black bird pursue
with its unholy and incessant calls
Could it be, sent to punish and abuse
as oft are mirrors on adoration walls?
How does it find bedroom window late night
with more maddening, sleep depriving shrieks
Does so with such dark,devilish delight
with its screeching torments for many weeks!
Was it because, Poe's darkness I so love
or depths of my own dark caverns explored?
Can such be countered by blue skies above
or truth written in my own treasure hoard?
Can Poe's raven spirit truly be to blame?
Or could it be, I so crave for his dark fame?
Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2017
Sonnet,
( Can Poe's Dark Raven Still Haunt And Give Cause To Ponder)
Categories:
countered, appreciation, art,
Form: Sonnet
Ever
Ever closer come
Come unto my freedom arms
Come run from
Away
Won't you come
till your freedom moans
Grows inside your perfect mind
Come, come go with me now
Stand, stand up for what you believe is HOW!!
How is the prize to be won
If your ever sober, yet drunk in love with yourself
Selfish, delirious, burden sown
Life is torn
Never
Never closer to come
Embraced, encapsulated and drawn
Reap in mercies sake countered in amazing grace;
Won't you come
Unto the repentive
Lay your sins down where you left them
Embrace the forgiving passions
Of Jesus
You've been forgiven
Come
8/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Categories:
countered, analogy, appreciation, blessing, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
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