Saracen princess,
Blackened corridors bathed in honey hold you in high esteem as you dance in flickers, eyes raising the death toll every time you envision your body against your next casualty. It pleases me greatly.
Could you cross into that other world with me? Our souls have traversed the morning sky, searching for the cure to this hallucination, masking horripilation with lust and ambition. It would please me greatly.
I am the son of the soldier who was the grandson of a soldier who was the great-grandson of a chief. My mother tells me my grandmother believes she's a queen. It pleases me greatly.
I will bring you every world. The corridors of my heart flicker, masking the morning sky with visions of blackened soldiers, horror hollowed by a honeyed queen. You please me greatly.
From the beginning through all of our ancient civilisations slavery was an aspect
Until the arise of the irresistible force which removed this unmovable object
For in 1066 the law of the land, the England, forbade the ownership of man
Blockades of the Union Jack’s command
And today in this freedom we all stand.
Authors Note: Because Britain went after the impossible and people have no idea it happened.
His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…
Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his noodle
And Christ said “Straight into puddle!”
Enemies flexing raw muscle,
God making it Divine Tussle…
His fervent quest for survival
Has meant much speedier arrival
For their camp’s redemptive prayer
That should fortify John Sayer.
Whence the first rays of sunlight fall,
And nary a bird awake,
The purple shades of sky,
Signal for the war-drums to be played.
Sleep blown away,
The gruelling struggle stirs,
And the blueing sky calls,
For the armies to lay waste.
A thousand graves are dug,
Lifted aside are fallen men,
Letters put into being,
To be perused by brood and and bruv.
War stems from hope and anger,
In an inebriated state of righteousness,
Unfounded assumptions seeded by desire,
To be brought to rest in a book or melancholy tune of lyre.
So beware, raconteur,
the golden crusade, a facade of wreath of laurel,
For triumph is founded on the back of coercion.
Alas, nations will fight with power,
But men will be flayed away,
Not unlike the fabled golden crusade.
Most of his mature life
had been a process of recoiling
and mending.
Until late
he had not suspected
that this prolonged retreat
had been his lot.
He thought he was building bricks,
constructing a living edifice
while in realty he was engaged
in an epic dismantling.
He thought he had made inroads,
woven together great journeys,
drawing to himself many pathways
toward a destination or purpose.
Yet of late, he felt
that his life had been a slow withdrawing,
a giving way
disguised as steps forward.
Despite this new understanding
he sensed a strange vindication,
as if it were more noble to give way
and draw back.
The battle at last lost,
the surrender acknowledged;
today he whistles a tune
that the thorn bushes sing
when a homeless wind
rattles through them.
Thud
This thing born of breath and bone,
Seated on its secret throne,
A harbinger of ignition,
Pulling us from our perdition.
Thud
By the dream and the waking,
Anger ripe for the taking;
It reaps the spite from our minds.
By moon and star, flesh it grinds.
Thud
Distortion: its holy blade.
Singing songs of pain and rage
Wrought of mortal blood and steel,
Hefted high with fervent zeal.
Thud
The power of death endowed
While the thunder rolls throughout
This keen five-minute crusade.
In finale, the sin fades
Thud
The Metal cannot be stopped.
Born from those who rolled and rocked
It’s darkness: a warm embrace.
Rage released, a swift escape.
Thud
Thud.
And pounding, my heart feels the pull of the music, and it knows that it is free.
Destiny knighted
—vanity scorned
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
The newly armed Prophet,
his heart beating strong
An old disarmed Sage,
living futile and long
If words could bring victory,
the benign would then reign
But vows must be forged
with steel edges of pain
Intentions when noble,
bearing witness to fact
That for change to bring truth
—must the wise man attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
“Make love tonight as if it were your last
Then hold your youngest; memorize his face
Next time you see your sons, years may have passed
Hold fast to moments time tries to erase
“Our lion-hearted king calls us to arms
Tomorrow morning at the dawn’s first light
We leave our families, our friends, our farms
To free imprisoned warriors, we’ll fight
“Crusaders chained and whipped by potentates
Are aching to view England’s shores once more
So bring your lance, a battlefield awaits
Our native sons are what we’re fighting for
“Four hundred strong, we’ll cross the moat at dawn
A checkmate’s in our future, king to pawn”
*September 9, 2020
For John Lawless’s “Warrior Sonnet” Contest
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my dance
Floor seldom them shall we
Explorer you are welcome..
my Shadow Dancer
Properly propose promenade
expose escapades
We pray Shangri-La
Shangri-La in the darkness
I Serenade welcome on to my dance floor
midnight Crusade
3/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
the holy
grail has
been
found
yet
sated
by blood
i'm not
instead a brown
paper bagged
bottle of red
dry wine
C-rusade
Y-ields
R-esult
I-n
L-arge
A-mount
B-ecause
L-everage
E-xcels
N-aturally
Topic: Birthday of Cyril Ablen (February 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Carrie Nation loathed saloons and whiskey,
And took some actions that were quite risky!
She chastised dudes who reeked of intoxication,
And used her hatchet to smash kegs of booze across the nation!
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "Educate Me With Humor" Clerihew Contest
We work on the Funny Farm
Charlie And I
Different Cartoon Characters everyday
Heckle and Jeckle, Droopy, Captain Caveman
Careening through the day like Homer Simpson
Curiously, where is he?
Oh, he’s around somewhere
Crusading for a better day
Because when all is said and done
We all deserve a Duff Beer at the end of the day
THE CRUSADE
Crusade, crusade,
Ally,
Do you know where to,
Be in this period?
Crusade,
A place to block white horse so tell me,
Where will you be?
Crusade,
A place were thou sees the sun and the moon,
Very well,
What about the stars and the mountains?
When can thou get the full definition of them?
Can thou tell me?
Crusade,
A place that the cripples rejoices,
I love it what about you?
When shall we be there?
Crusade,
A place to see the crusader.
THEMES
1. Heeling and deliverance.
2. Visitors
3. Miracles
4. Dialogue
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