Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,
or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.
Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing sewer,
others’ stains on bathroom towels –
repugnant, these, for sure.
A dying pig’s pathetic howls
(at least that’s one pig fewer):
Walter Matthau’s drooping jowls –
for these, there is no cure.
Margaret Thatcher’s tortured vowels
are dickish, not demure:
and Ian Paisleys, Enoch Powells
are ignominy, pure.
Categories:
cowls, hate,
Form: Rhyme
In the jumbled backyard of mind
they arrive in dark cowls,
gather behind an inverse eye,
wait there for the eyes themselves
to flip those images over into
a word chewing anger.
Manikins move in those shadows,
tussle in a muted violent parody
of action and reaction.
There is blood, it is dark,
it is cloudy.
War begins at the eyebrows,
mittens fumble
with small caliber ammo,
deadly enough but not explosive,
claws must grapple
beyond the roar of the pulse.
Suddenly you see her
not in her fury but yours;
storms subside into summer showers,
a mock performance of Othello
exits stage left, a shamefaced cast
comically admitting the farce.
"I am a fool
and I don’t deserve you."
Breast heaving, she turns away
to repaint her emotions
for a moment hating that she
loves you,
yet knowing she has won again
another blindfolded battle.
Categories:
cowls, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Cornflakes in the busy bowl
As the wild lizard cowls
Seldom does the rabbits busy mate
When their surrounded by dinner plates
Each one needs busy one
As the dandelions breed on
This televised to refined for busy me
Let me be, let it be
Open season on busy moles
Rabbits chasing each other in and out of holes
10/11/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
cowls, crazy, fantasy, fate, funny,
Form: Monorhyme
In the cloudy atmosphere
Creatures on winged steeds
ride overhead
These wraiths are full
of dark power
To the people on the ground
it seems like a storm cloud
is passing overhead
they do not yet know their
peril
Eyes peer out beneath
blacks cowls
as the creatures circle
over the village
They live for evil and destruction
Only a truly great hero or wizard can battle them
But such people do not
inhabit the minds of this small, peaceful villager.
Shadows pass thorough
the minds of the villagers
Soon they will know of
the terror
Which is certainly overhead.
Categories:
cowls, adventure, fantasy, people, people,
Form: Blank verse
Owls and angels,angel owls
dressed in black with masks and cowls
dark the nightly guests sorrounding
fearful journeys most astounding
Talons,wings and feathered flights
fear the coming of the night
Put on purpose, find a reason
to escape the thrilling season
Black October into winter
through the portal do not enter
Burn the banner, spill the potion
ferret out the slightest notion
That the darker side is calling
you will find the fear appalling
Hidden in the Masquerade
silent screams the others made
Dont be taken by surprise
owls and angels in disquise.
Categories:
cowls, adventure, seasons,
Form: I do not know?