i'm gagging
cursing the traffic lights
catastrophic sweat
i need that sensation when i pull into a decadent parking space
and walk from the car to the ticket machine
three hours early and stuffing my face back in the car park with watery meat juices
stationing the confectionary in the right cavity
memories of hot dogs and dr. robert greenberg
superb breakfasts and sparkling water
the lack of legroom in the upper circle
ushers and their laser beams into the back of heads like Predator
as they take their bows and the curtain falls and the applause ends
i yell to my son, "get to the chopper!"
He’s heard before he enters:
you all know the drill.
He lurks in Shopping Centres,
as purposeful as krill.
Socially successful?
Like a waltz named ‘Emmet Till’.
His outcomes, too, are stressful
(see Wordsworth’s Harry Gill).
The death-knell at your dinner
with his punchline overkill,
a Jeanine Pirro ‘winner’:
each day a No True Bill.
His laugh’s as loud as mowers
or dad’s electric drill,
or over-taxed leaf blowers,
or an angry whippoorwill.
Denizen of the diner,
you know, for good or ill,
he’ll use his new one-liner:
audience feedback? Nil.
Why repeat the spasm?
Get up each morning, still?
He’s conscious of that chasm,
that hole he’s got to fill.
All I want is you there for me;
Not hesitant, desperately!
So, make me a promise,
Today for tomorrows:
Let our hearts’ rose,
Ever be –
It is so hard without you
But I must carry on
Like you did, paying dues
Providing on your own
The house, the garden, all accounts
Your diabetes treatment
You had no time to doubt
You worked with full commitment
You purchased at the Uniclo
Their elegant clothes at low price
You were so happy to wore
The beautiful tops of your size
The navy blue was the colour
You preferred the most, my love
I remember you after shower
Always couldn’t get enough
Of looking at you and listen
To the magical voice of you
Now I’m so desperately missing
That belle epoch we went through
Sharing our lives every moment
Singing at night our lullaby
I couldn’t predict this torment
Couldn’t see the stop sign.
I am wanting so much to kiss your thin lips so deeply.
I find myself here simply missing you oh so dearly.
I'm longing for your body to be against mine desperately.
Though we both hail from Liverpool
Originally
I am sadly not John Lennon
He was just a jealous guy
Whereas I
Suffer from an affliction
So far worse
As i am an insecure guy
And it's certainly no
Yoke
Ohh no
I can't even use or fit insecure into a verse
Write a song about it
Let alone make it poetically rhyme
As I am not so much a Beatle
As a bug
In desperate need of a hug
Because my father never
Could express or say he loved me
Yet alone I thought and believed love me
But he certainly most did
So in the end my insecurities
Lie with and are all down to me
Not he
So blaming him is totally and utterly
As pointless and irrelevant
As what I have just wrote
And probably the reason therefore why
I am just an insecure guy
A cigarette burn hole
with floating memories
crushing the ashy edges.
God, please quit smoking by
the next time you mold me.
those dark eyes
like rolling thunder clouds
will they shower love or pelt me hail?
silhouette
of feminine love curves
give my heart a roller coaster ride!
her lips say
but I hear angels sing
with the harp, the flute and everything!
Is she real
or had I too much rum?
she holds the key to my heart’s kingdom!
written 21/02/2021
2nd placement
Images in parallel poetry contest
Joseph May sponsored
4 stanzas with 3 lines 3,6 9 syllables
Poor Susan has got a weak bladder
Incontinence made her get sadder
She now wears Depends™
They’re her new “best friends”
And Susan just couldn’t be gladder!
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12/20/20
Justice has reared is you it looks behind the distant jewels cashing in guilty plea desperately asking why is me whoa is me
10/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
~
I ran
into the
shadows
leading
the light
that is
desperately
seeking
you
in the
darkness
of your
tears
~
"Desperately looking for a girl of my life",
In the newspaper the ad from a man.
He got the offers:- one hundred and ten.
All as one wrote: " Please, take my wife!"
Life is a book of volume three
The past the present and the yet to be
For now, I feel the love I was seeking
So desperately
Your words like a blossoming sunrise
That lights up your eyes
I finally know how love is supposed to be
My mind and soul filled
With your beautiful presence
Of what our life is going to be
You have surely helped me to see
What God wants for you and me
For he has blessed us both in so many ways
Guiding our spirit in him for all to see In life, we bare hearts and souls
In hopes, we will find true love
As we know it to be
We both know our love will grow
Strong enough to last
You and me we see this is for eternity
So it's in life that we live each book
As we know it should be
The past the present and yet to be
In volume three
It's our love we see without seeing
Feel without feeling that we know lives
In each other's hearts and memories
It's how God meant for love to be
Open and honest, free as it can be
With you living life right beside me
Desperately Do Read
Seems so early and later becoming bright;
God gave me poems throughout the night,
Designed to give,
Much incentive;
For you to desperately read them do invite.
I have a great need for help
I overran the bath again last night
While I was sleeping.
I'm so afraid my parents are
going to tell me I have to move
to Assisted Living.
Can you tell me how,
Please tell me how
To rig a float to sound an alarm
when the water reaches it.
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