Spider lit on the wall,
Moving his legs 8 and all.
As he walked?
He spun a web'
He reached out,
and flown instead
4/20/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Falling fast,
magical moment just passed.
Wild wishes keep on running,
fortune favors the outcast.
Crawling close,
tempting taste do not appose.
Late luck, please be on my side,
I’ve smiled softly through the lows.
“Look! Look! He is crawling!”
The entire party stopped happening.
Everyone took out their cameras and set them on video.
Some of the relatives got down on the ground.
The baby’s four-year-old sister began crawling.
To show that she knew how
The baby sat up and stared at them.
He did not crawl again for two weeks.
You have view beyond the warning tongue mess,
You have perceived the sting of hearty touch.
What more can a lone feeble mind confess-
What tease has laid on playing cheek nonesuch.
What it is like lie;
A light that darkness untie
Behind, cum standby...
Until it turns out a beautiful crime,
It would never be unworthy to mime.
You have sold off your rights to billing deal,
You have bought secrets instead privacy.
What more can a fool afford to conceal-
What light fights with dark rage cum ecstasy.
What is it of mind?
Cheap sorry, your stories bind,
Yet torment can't find...
Until it reaches your pride, hope survives
It would have been like you made the best drives.
You never rock enough gut through your stake,
You barely lay down your worries at night.
What more can a burdened heart sleep off ache-
What peace can not cease near bright raging light.
What's the best way known
Within a withdrawn homegrown,
That fakes street unknown?
Terrified without been accused of court
Sort over time with blurred case cum report.
Ants quickly crawling,
An anteater chasing them;
Their cliff’s edge ahead:-
is there a little premeditation ~ to scratch an irritation
or a bit of an itch ~ to tackle a rash without hesitation
said a flea to a hive ~ it’s only my lousy interpretation
By
David Kavanagh
words
crawl
out
of
an
exhausted
brain
collide
onto
a
virtual
page
sigh
on
a
vicious
stage
Built from ambition a live wired frantic pace
Now Machines are crawling all over this place
We've become so dependent in this technological age
I fear that soon Machines will lock is in a cage
Paranoid? No not right now but maybe someday
Ask me the same question in about a decade
By then the control should be shifting its power
That's when the clock ticks humanities final hour
bmdavey@12/17/2022
(A World of Monsters & Men series)
Love & peace
Confusion & doubt
All are the same to me now
I cry
I smile
I laugh
I plead
I try
I don’t know what to do again
Things are just happening
I ’m not happy
Nor am I sad
I smile at beautiful things
Laugh at funny things
But late at night it become a mess of emotions & thoughts
I wish I could just disappear
Dark lanes shadowed streets,
Twenty-first century blackout,
Silhouette nations.
A whole universe is a frightening place.
It's a shame for humanity as a whole race.
The pandemic can claim a toll and kill people.
Despite this, the planet's temperature is crucial.
And improvement is flowing at a snail's pace.
Let us micturate an effort to focus on the positive.
Despite how tough it is, we are persuasive.
Will express wicked thoughts via writing.
In terms of its development and outing.
When given a chance, I'm sure we'll be festive.
Written: September 26, 2021
Death is crawling
Don't pray for me
Bound always,
you said
Don't cry for me
I walk away
Your breath burns the heart
But I'm still walking
I'm standing here
As yet still death is calling
It wants to lay with me
But I'm promised in marriage engaged to the Almighty
Yes, death still here darkness is my only companion
I walk away divorcing yet the light of God has its promise
Don't cry For me
Time is precious
But in its place the death is crawling
The wedding with my Father God has started
3/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Spider, spider, crawling light,
up my trousers in the night;
with what devilish plan in mind
are you targeting my behind?
Was mother nature thinking right?
when it gave hairy legs eight?
was she drunk and saw double,
multiplied legs to cause trouble?
And brown body with many a spot,
could scare the life out of us lot!
and when you throw that sticky thing,
we creatures fear your deadly sting!
Now you have stopped at my knees,
is this some kind of a slow tease?
do you stop, frolic, do a dance?
before to my organs you advance?
Let me share a secret with you,
the hand that made you made me too,
so tonight I did plan ahead,
brought a rolled newspaper to bed!!
Spider, spider crawling light,
take this hit with all my might,
next time go take on a fly,
if you come back you will surely die!!
Premier contest winner 6
a parody on William Blake’s
Tyger, Tyger burning bright!
Written 20/12/2020
Parody on a famous poem contest
L Milton Hankins sponsored!
sunshiny fountains
those newborn, big puppies crawls
along with insects
~
leaping sunshiny
so little, big puppies crawls
stepping on insects
3/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Your fair legs follow
Crawling print on the beach sands
Kitchen of the fried crab
-Tuesday, June 18, 2019 Chattogram
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