A creative process
disguised as a French Bulldog
has pooped in my mind-pot,
where I was complacently
growing small obscure weeds.
Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug,
if you are a stinkbug, I will take it,
fake it until…
The Frenchie faux English Bulldog
licks a poetic banana smoothie
I have been working on like a dog.
The soft and gooey muse
shudders, goes insane
from a rare form of Gallic syphilis.
The dog poop,
is not processing well.
Fragments float in a soupy miasma:
said poop, a small annoying dog and
a smoothie.
But hey,
I think I can do something with that mix.
Poets know
that all kinds of ingredients
may be added to a mind-pot,
all we need do
is stir.
Into the pantry, vanilla stash,
Into the cake, vanilla splash,
Take a swipe at the mixture, no matter how high the stake,
HEY, get your grubby finger out of my cake,
Spoon once, spoon twice, spoon 3 times, then more,
Into cake tins, I count 4,
Into the oven, two at a time,
Set the timer, wait for it to chime,
Out of the draw the oven gloves come,
Out of the cake tin, hardly wasting a crumb,
For a long time, on a cake rack it cools,
But now it's time to get my icing tools,
Into the pantry, vanilla stash,
Into the icing, vanilla splash.
my skin is crazed with freckles
age spots we call them at my age
when I was ten they were unwelcome
popping up all over my nose and cheeks like daisies
too many to count now
with amazement I stare at my hands
remembering grandma
the voices are particularly loud
today, they taunt and plague me with their pleas
the label I hide on the wine bottle
they ask me if I'm drinking yellow tail
I take another swig, and then one more
step cautiously to toss it in the trash
they told me of the psycho cat’s demise
but I still watch out for that crazed raccoon
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
that whale that lives under must be awake
people in masks walk by, avoid my eyes
as though I'm ruining their summer day
Security keeps shooing me away
their taser guns ensuring I comply
sabbatical dreams after quarantine:
some place to lie down and be left alone
Written 3 Nov 2020
In collaboration with Kim Rodrigues [her lines are in bold]
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise.
Who is they and where did they just come from?
What the heck’s a psycho cat anyway?
Am I feverish, or are these the crazed,
sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
How much cheap rot gut booze I’ve had, not sure.
The label I hide on the wine bottle.
Tell me, do you hear the eerie boardwalk
as it creaks near the white sand beach, do you?
You don’t hear it. It’s been like that all day.
9/21/20
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Like a vivid rainbow
Her spirit shines
Like luster
I watch her laugh so
Just so giggles
Temperate mad upset
Her heart energetic
Her chuckling deep
Ahh, hahahahaha laughs
She sounds like an evil clown it
it
it
IT
just fits
Laughter chills UNTIL her belly aches
Sounds of silence breaks
Emotionless colors her
Unhappy thoughts
Blinds her
9/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Bedlam
Jumbled chaos
Mayhem
Insight
Savvy wisdom
Moonlight
Close call
Mixed emotion
Mind brawl
04th April 2020
Poetry form Musette
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Nighttime falls shrouded dark and spiritless,
Wavering fire a glaze dying cinder.
In grim silence tears ebb and flow aimless,
Lips quake angry filled breath growing dimmer.
Loneliness devours inch by inch loves amber,
Left raw to feel the flesh stretch. Brittle crust
Steady smoldering embers, numb anger,
Solace grieving soul filled volcanic dust.
It worsens with the tick-tock of the clock.
None can replace time, not a second in
A day hidden beneath insensate lock.
Days overwhelming calamities sin.
Loneliness niggles as the mind wanders
Bound by loves suffering also ponders.
1/14/2020
There are no words she can say to lighten his darkened way.
His self respect he does reject to let the darkness stay,
Trapped in a riddle and played like a fiddle;
With fake, caressed, in arrogance dressed far below the middle.
Frenzied with frustration, self permitted exasperation,
For although pain is all she'll gain, she assists palliation.
Lurking in his peril, where hope's been made sterile,
She forfeits her dignity applying benignity for his love, feral.
When in comes the tide to give her a ride,
Too caught in his web, to catch the ebb, her chance is thus denied.
Well seasoned and braised, she's smitten, amazed;
Hooked on his line, drunk on his wine, and with love, so Crazed.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2010-07-22 16:26:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
For your love, I would gladly beg or likewise crawl.
I would build expectations tall and let them fall.
Yes, with assured glee, I would sacrifice my all
to couple navigate life’s unmapped, ziggy sprawl.
With you, I am willing to crash, burn out or stall,
as your passenger, heart-hand fastened, by your side.
I would build expectations tall and let them fall.
For your love, I would cruise lost or maintain a glide.
Color me crazy bent if crazed so shades love’s intent.
'I got to get out of here.
There are too many zombies at my house.'
'Snap out of it and see clear!
They are the cat and we are the mouse!'
'But I'm too scared to run.
What if they catch me.'
'Move it now or we're done!
Or do you dare not agree!'
'Ok Here I go around the wall.
Now where do I go.'
'Over there in that U-Haul!
Quick before their numbers grow!'
'But that's too far.
Don't you see anything else.'
'To your right is a car!
Hurry up you little welch!'
'Ok we're in, but no keys.
We can't go at all.'
'Alright you just freeze!
I'm not going to fall!'
The car finally roars to life
As Jack and Denny shares one mind
Jack lays aside his field knife
As the sun has him half blind
Sweat drips from his face
While he escapes his old place
5/19/2016
The reasoning between you and I is beyond comprehension. I pull and you tug. We fight and we love. We bask in hidden moments unknown to the rest. You're my well kept secret. Buried beneath cynical acts and endless lies. But in the dark we move so slowly tempting and touching, skin so bare and breathes so warm. And when the night is over we're driving home in silenced tension with no future to hold and only moments to adore.
Hydration has left my tongue
Either I see a ghost or the summer plays a fools game with me
At a lake how refreshing is the earths most precious gift
Remember the humidity over an ice cream cone...hmmm! vanilla my favorite!
I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won’t
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don’t you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul
Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues
Let’s share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes
Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed
Let’s meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am
odd
woman
proclaiming
weird prophecies
crazed
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