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Highgate Cemetery

Highgate Cemetery

Thank you, my young English photographer brother, for the tip
I will come back often to visit this fantastic and beautiful cemetery
The hours I spent here changed my life, those souls were owners of the life

Meet with them here was a realistic dream, the living past is real
So many cristal craniums live here, artists, scientists, politicians, and more
The atmosphere here is unique and empyrean, ethereal, unearthly

A walk here is more than a confession in a church, it cleanses your heart
Much more than a university or a gigantic library, all the monuments teach you
The life, everything, this is atmospheric intellectualism, the gate of the high

Highgate Cemetery
The Gate of the High
Yes
Creative and inspiring
Always living past

Uncommon Desire

Assimilated hope was slowly dying,
it was a famine time of charity — 
A moral plague that persisted four centuries
The stench of hatred hung heavy
in the unforgiving air,
as the spittle of anger reigned
over barren hearts

Letting stunted promises drench hollow souls,
whose thirsty craniums
were filled with epidermal fear toxicity
Iron sky yield ... putrid harvest 
of melting pot hope empty 

Synthetic emotion was the
technological mirage
Shimmering thoughts of inclusion
sprouted a forged bond
of artificial unity
Yesterday tears fell upon 
the parched plains: Fallow scroll posterity
filling famished eyes with inundated scarcity

Imaginary field of harmony dream
grim reaped the invisible grain

Uncommon desire withering,
a noble ideal malnourished by
evaporated yearning

Bellyaching pain
caused by bloated delusions
of benign acceptance

Visible spectrum separation
was the preferred national identity
Deferred promises of equity (the framers said)
will always Last Supper portrait be 
the knit kindred starvation policy

Driven by unchanging winds of violence,
perpetually overcast cloudy


4-21-21

Craniums - Abc

A bald cranium doesn't excite females generally - however, it just kills lovely maidens normally offended past quotation, realizing somehow that under valued wisdom - xenophilia - yields "zowie" !

5-5-20
Contest: ABC Poetry
Sponsor: Allright Poet

The Invisible Violin

If we are to discover what is out there
we must board the Holy Ghost,
cleave the winds of time
into gods and tridents,
count the star clusters within us.

Under seeking skulls: those white domes,
antique tripods brace themselves,
their quaint brass fittings
helping us to adjust
to the future.

Some seekers turn a grooved infinity sprocket,
some paint cave paintings on the arching
bones of craniums.

Spirit (that invisible violin),
is the prime element 
in these spiritual machines,
some of which gaze into darkness,
some that can push behind the past
into a freely radical moment
unmolested by thought.

The secondary element
is the whistling tinker man
or any god we choose to name.

The tertiary element
is the rattle of his pots and kettles
upon his moving caravan.
We hear those tympanic chords,
then like hermit crabs
we leave our shells
and burst out into travelling music.

Flowers They Are So Beautiful and Alluring

'Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral'
Once I sat engaged and blossoming
When I thought of the flowers
In a kingdom full of wreaths
Once upon a midnight peak
I saw the sunflowers
In a kingdom full of seedpods
Flowers - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the flowers
By the grave I saw the sweet peas
I heard an ornamental, flush treeing
When I thought of the flowers
It threw its ghost against the geraniums
They are perfumed from unseen showers
They are perfumed from unseen craniums
Suddenly, I heard some dewing
In there stepped a thundery flowering quince
And the acanthus was doing
I am shorn of the morning rinse
Of the rainstorm's that is suing
Much I marveled the peak flora
The bio-diverse botanical garden breezing
Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral
There’re so beautiful and alluring…


8/8/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Crop Circles

Crop circles were surely created by aliens
No question about it, beings with large craniums
Funny looking dudes
Big heads, bad moods
They also love carnations and geraniums

Anyone Game For a Girls Night Out

So Sheila and Mindy and Karen and Sue
Were anxious one Friday for something to do.
“We want something fun but we haven’t a CLUE!
And we all know the clubs are strictly TABOO!”

Mindy hollered out, “I’m so SORRY to say,
It’s too much TROUBLE at the end of the day!”
“LIKEWISE I’m exhausted, but we all need to play,”
Said Sheila rolling eyes in an upset way.

Then Sue spoke up with a timid inflection,
“I think speed dating would be just PERFECTION!”
A clatter of SPOONS showed Karen’s objection
“I’m married,” showing her ring’s bright reflection.

Then Sheila spoke out in a new, calming tone
“Let’s use our CRANIUMS to get in the zone!
“So just close your eyes and please shut off your phones,
Meditate, then SPEAK OUT on wisdom you’re shown.” 

They all closed their eyes, some with AGGRAVATION
And sat HEARING THINGS of imagination
And as they pondered their weird OPERATION
Each found she cared less for the conversation.

In fact, when they opened their eyes, what a shock!
Ten hours had passed on Karen’s old kitchen clock!
Enough to BOGGLE their minds and their worlds rock
Agreeing next Friday’s Girls’ Night was a lock!


February 15, 2019

Seared Heart of Stone

Ripples of lava,

Spewing out from volcanos 

I am this flaw…

Sweet shards of I-don’t-knows



I am burning quite aflame

You like to always blame me

For your ridiculous game

Of blasphemous, insidious envy



I’d rather become numb with bad news 

Instead of succumbing to nothing

I am ancient, gross gum on your shoes…

Darling, you were my everything 



Until you stepped all over me and lied 

Until you pressed upon me vanity 

The darkness is somewhat dwelling inside

Our craniums of unknown gravity



You’re the lava in my heart's every beat

I am the volcanos that erupt in repeat

I’m falling apart by the seams of agony 

You take me away with your melancholy

The Dream

It was in a dream which was more of a vision 
You first crossed my way and filled me in trepidation
Filled with wonder I couldn’t but ponder  
Why I had a dream about someone rarely I knew
How Could it happen I knew not the least,
But the plays of destiny had written it all
And the happenings thereafter could only prove it right
That the dreams can come true and marvel us at once
Nature conspired as to what to happen next 
And all those moments turned to be the best
It was never planned but had to happen then
Seems like it was written bold in our craniums
Sometimes I wonder was that my desire 
Sometimes I wonder was that my destiny…

Dope

Drugged in worthless natural highs...what comes up must come down as they all say these dismal days...or is it all in my mind? I'm a delusional daydreamer, but I'm an ice fire that can scorch up in coolness  
Oh, these night notions are dope...legit love and harboring hate hunt me down like prey to the predator of the wilderness of woe wistfulness - elevate my spirits of descending darkness 
Pardon me for using modern slang...I'm not a Shakespeare or a Rowling, so I'm leaning on my wise and foolish Earnings...I am Dave the Brave and other names that hold so much meaning to me, but mean close to naught in other peoples' craniums of selfish ambitions and personal perspectives 
Empty your thoughts and be free with liberty in heart, mind and soul...do your thang and you'll be everything, not nothing...God, forgive me, for Ive been an abomination to the Holy Spirit by giving in to the nature of Human lusts and temptations on many fickle levels...I can't recall the last time I've lived life without a care...help, please? That would be DOPE if you can rescue me from the save-me, hopeless, and helpless mentality...

Empire of Pride

Many a pompous decide
Many an empire of pride
Aplenty of craniums be high
And beheld among the sky
What a cubit lengthen tall!
What a tremor will pride fall!
Fall and fall to rise no more.

Many a pillar is built
Beholding the priding guilt
Meekness they tell thee farewell,
In pride a fair citadel;
How fortitude will pride be?
With plenitude of safety?
Hope on safety is no more.

When old-pride is core and black
Sure that empire wall will crack
Woe becomes the bags of c'ment
That build pride falling fragment;
Rattling the earth to brittle,
Empire's pride descend little
And little to be...no more.

BY: OSUJI CHIBUEZE (PEN NAME: CHIBZ 
OBSERVER)

A Short Dissertation On Flatulance

A short dissertation on a natural phenomenon
That takes place many times every day
Sometimes at the most inopportune moments
Like in a theatre at a Shakespearian play

If the emission has a really pungent odour
Folks will certainly notice the foul breeze
However, the criteria is it must be silent
As you inadvertently cut the cheese

An essence of chutney is actually not bad
If accompanied by a hint of geraniums
But these highfaluting people must be warned
It can sometimes damage their craniums

So that's all I will say about this taboo subject
Hope you enjoyed it as I did from the start
Please don't call it a vulgar flatulence
Just call it by its happy name... fart!

Let's Bake In the Infinite Madness

Let's bake in the infinite madness
as our craniums burst
as the smoke 
is our oxygen
until our brains form cysts
that burst with molten lava
and virgins losing it in the grass
and congressmen
oil men
bankers
getting off with dollars
onto bone-skinny transvestites
until warm turns cold
and cold to nirvana
and all emotions
warp to primal state
and our reality tunnels
go 360 degrees
and we attain the life-force
of the grass and trees
as steel is death
and death is relative
as time is slow
as time is eternal
Simple luxuries
Small instances
push the world

Crazy World

This world is so cold, and my voice is so silent,
The air is poisoned with hate, and the people are all violent,
The water is bloody, the winds are so fierce,
Knowledge is wasted, craniums get pierced,
Savages fighting wars with such a convulsive rage,
Violence everywhere, like its a huge compulsive stage,
No change can appear, we're on our way to a cataclysmic end,
Presidency's on our side? the government's our friend?,
What a bunch of lies, they only care if your rich,
Lying, cheating people, man life can be a b*tch,
It's always sunny in California, but why do it seems cloudy,
I don't see sophisticated people, man they all just wild and rowdy,
Police are supposed to be our protectors, so why do we need guns,
It's because we're like target practice, to them killing us must be fun,
I don't see much joy in death, all i see is tears upon tears,
War after war, more violence through the years,
I'm just letting y'all know, what's really in my thoughts,
Earning the people's trust, is something that can't be bought,
You want to make a change?, then do something productive,
Instead of fighting all these wars, and making things all destructive.

From the Top of My Heated Head

I thank you all for allowing me
An astutely marvelous opportunity
To spark synopses atriums
And bounce ideas from craniums
That is the mattress under lights
Where rocket ships prepare for flight
They launch for space in peaceful moods
And head for bulbs of orbing moons

Like moths that orbit thought balloons

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