His dog was on a grassy field
That clearly said, “No Pets!”
Entitlement in every way,
As awful as it gets.
For adding to his flagrant
Disregard of that one sign,
He puffed on a cigar, when smoking’s
Also out of line.
What really got to me, though,
Was his bag of doggy poo,
Which he clutched and looked around,
Unsure of what he next would do.
Beyond the fence and out of reach,
A trashcan on the street
Sat waiting for deposits
So the sidewalks would stay neat.
Too lazy to walk over,
He reached back and made a toss,
Knowing that, most likely, he could get
That doggy bag across.
I watched it sail and with a plop,
Land, not inside the can,
But on the ground right next to it,
Not following his plan.
I stopped myself from yelling out
A simple message: “Missed!’
Since those entitled might be
Unpredictable when pissed.
The way the world is nowadays,
You have to watch your back,
For those who get away with things
Are likely to attack.
Aridisol
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Human emotion
the exploration of
a
the underlain
topsoils of
clayey deposits
a camera merley captures it's sight
loamy the interconnectedness
beneath our feet
perfection in human sight
the depths of the alluvial outwash
pretty in every measure
quarts agate and gems
the treasures of a cobbled assortment
the perfections I marveled at the
crown jewel of the bunch
meditating on the dirt beneath our feet
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Uhm, uh, ooh, auh, ooh
and Mmmmm,auh,ooh!
her sandles were full of clay and sand
she sat to enjoy agave edible flowers and stalks
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serene waterfall
water flows over orange rocks
iron deposits
River
flowing in curves.
Waves dance and propagate
in rhythmic pattern of ripples.
Cadence of flow to change from ebb to tide.
Alluvial deposits on
soaked soil of either bank.
zig - zag flow of
River.
The gossamer on a child’s frame, looked new and ancient,
all at once. A ghostly smile, a trick and treat, directed at me.
No wrinkles on the hand of time, his godforsaken finger
pointed at the stabbed pigeon. I followed the tracks of blood
down to the river. I seemed to have no choice, in this misty
sequence. A grief-stricken mother lay next to her child.
A solo, red shoe alongside the body. Gossamer-boy wore
the other shoe, pristine-white. A wicked groaning bellowed
from inside the frame of this devil’s child. The mother moves
beside a grave and deposits dead roses on her son’s tomb.
She lost both her children that night. One she claims
a t the gate… the other is left to his fate.
Quyeer times emit blazing signs..And some ex-boy friends?
Is this karma divine? mi5 say its Putin..' a prime topic for
Them...And its taken a fortnight with henceforth..No why
Where or whens..From them.' Yet it seems rather sloppy to
Be (a Russian affair?) And arson too primitive.' I think thats
Quite fair.? Just an ass-umption.' To try to open the door.'
Of secrecy thats been holding karmas secret deposits oh
Dear..I guessed such was er?? Coming..Hmm?? I wrote a
Poem before.!! Now its been shat-tered all over the world
And whats more.' Theres an outcome to happen.' Once the
Lube is applied.' As it was maybe in the beginning.?? Or
Will this turn upon lies? Maybe death? Well of the
Truth.' Will be the out-come? Lets await the putrid offerings
Of ( some media bums.?)
thick creek rise joins fog
deposits its presence
upon everything
coating with a shroud mist
the fern lace fennel
looks like white cotton candy
or a loosely woven white cotton blanket
drip, drip, drop sounds adds to the eeriness
time is short outside
so few minutes to enjoy
God's glorious world
but
day's responsibilities call
thank you, God
a moment in time with You
helps me make it
through the day
There was a great incline of stone, weathered
amongst the sparsely green valley
whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage
and whose head I was treading over now.
A fair stream, no wider than a meter,
had had its pulse dried up by the sun
leaving moss strewn on florid rocky deposits,
ran down the length of the valley
transforming eventually into a river that
sent the local watermills cartwheeling
like ecstatic gymnasts.
In one stride I was over,
hopping onto a small ledge
and (rather regrettably) crushing its treasured plant
underfoot.
Springing upwards, I skirted the boundary of the valley
rising doggedly above the craggy edge
and there, waiting in all its recklessness
was the wind.
.
....should get interest
at time uv
deposit
or at thuh least
uh
"thank you"
The ivy plant, green and bold hugging the
Iron gate
Guards the dwellers within
Unaware tho they might be
The midnight visitor, well acquainted with
Ivy
Deposits fresh fertilizer as the luxurious
Leaves, intricately intertwined
Provide purposeful seclusion for Ivy's friend
Unseen by the horrific, harassing
Talon-fanged
Great Horned Owl
A good and faithful friend, Ivy
he is packing food for winter
each kernel might make the difference
between surviving the Iowa winter and not
some say owls are wise
they have nothing on squirrels
he begins his climb to his nest
where he deposits his corn
wishing it was sweet corn
instead of field corn
Thinking
of you,
of a time
before the blood of grapes,
in tides of red,
erodes
the tombolo*
of us.
Wondering
if the past
in the future,
flowing over
like a disordered rogue wave,
deposits swashmarks
in the sand of me.
*A bar of sand joining an island to the mainland.
(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)
What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus in the afterglow
Seek out seventy two virgins, priming fuses to blow?
Come together in jannah, with a godlike libido
Write painstaking poetry, devoid of human ego
Kill every known disease, have a chat with a mosquito
Build a chocolate empire, watch fatty deposits grow
Start a protein only diet, get ripped from head to toe?
View b movie stars at night, (censure) the matinee show
Have no more hangovers, enjoy life utterly blotto
Bring back prohibition, replace it with a pink benzo?
Smoke marijuana safely, vaporise tobacco
Play chess at home with the wife, or away with a bimbo
Give a hand to starving wolves, then go howl out the window
Let a child get carried away, not by some wild dingo?
Set the bar high enough, flambé for a life of limbo
Gross reminders can't touch this, unpleasantness
Bound to chosen can't touch this disbarredments
Rotten apples can't touch it decaying fossil peels
Undermining deposits won't touch disbarred reels
All those complicated speals
Transpress suspicions diluted religion
Additional information add up the cost division
Deemed unrest, just relax caress
1/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
The headline read: “Low deposits and fair repayments!”
The offer of a lifetime, the promise of a lifeline for you and those you love.
But “deposits” aren’t just in money when we’re low in depositing care,
“repayments” still reek of capitalism when many don’t see their “fair” share.
The advertisement seared in bold font and burning lettering,
reminding us to always want more – there’s nothing worse than settling.
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