What do you think, as the pen is poised?
Is the thought already fully formed?
Ideas get tested before being employed
Many of which can be ignored
Sometimes the sounds make little sense
The intelligent audience will reject
Every other idea must be dispensed
Until all the logic is found perfect
Let the paper test all your doubt
Brevity of words makes clear the reward
Most everything else can be crossed out
What's left, highlighted and underscored
He revels in spasms of sarcasm
Laughter from now to the hereafter
Peels off insults like a snake sheds it skin
The better his audience to capture
Inside his brain one-liners a-churning
to be dispensed for nightly earnings ...
In his heart of hearts he despises his craft ~
Wishes he were anything but daft
I have a theory about theories
That I keep upon a shelf
I mention it to no one
Just keep it to my self
For if I told another
He could question and dissent
And the secret of my theory
Well, that would be dispensed
For others might conspire
Tossing logs upon the fire
And I fear a weary nation
Can’t withstand the conflagration
So, a warning to the theorists
Who argue whose is scariest
That amongst the roving drones
With their ever-searching phones
Drinking lattes, getting stoned
Who will soon become your clones
When they blocked a UN resolution condemning the illegal war,
When they blamed the victim for starting the war,
When they dispensed with even crocodile tears for
The Minab victims,
When they kept silent on hospital atrocities,
And seized Iran's ship of medicine, and ignored
The ecological disaster,
Nothing but ashes remained of western civilization,
Disappeared like bruises on history.
Why do we always
agree to disagree
instead
of agreeing to see
the harmony
in eye-eye
possibilities.
See
if you can follow
me.
If we let go
of what we believe
to our duty
to make
the other person
see
our point of view,
if we dispensed
with the energy
we
erroneously put in
to desperately
want to be right,
we just might create
a peacefulness
that can set us free
from always wanting
to be right.
Understand?,
If we always agree
to disagree,
instead of agreeing
to see
the harmony
in surrendering
to the reality,
to the possibility
that just possibly
someone else's
point of view
actually
has merit,
we will never see
the beauty
in humility,
and realize
the other person's
point of view
is valid too.
It's simple
mathematics..
Follow me.
We always agree
to disagree,
which is why
we
are always
at each other's
throats,
and when we do
this,
we are not part
of the solution,
but a part
of the problem.
Exquisite definition of porcelain skin.
Cosmetic, betraying what is within.
Creepy scars of emotional drain
Entirely based on self-disdain.
Devoid of pleasure dispensed,
Elastic features unrecompensed.
Neon lights that flash of guilt
Tantamount to dying daisy's wilt.
Evermore in sadness reigns
Scary images wrapped in chains.
Initially and suddenly rises
Action that eventually excises
Smiles not natural, likelier disgrace,
Tears belie that faience face.
That you are but a Candle — small —
While They — the Sun — command —
That all your Dreams are fragile things
To crumble at their Hand —
That Truth itself is pliable —
And bends to suit their Will —
That Silence is a sacred Vow
You dare not break — nor spill —
That Love is but a Ration — thin —
Dispensed when They decree —
That you exist — because They look —
And cease — if They don't see —
That Doubt is Proof of Loyalty —
That Pain — a Noble art —
Ah — but the Soul — unshaken — knows
The Lie — from Honest Heart —
For Power— built on borrowed Breath —
Dissolves — when you arise —
The Chains — are Thread — the Crown — is Dust —
And Freedom — in your Eyes.
The world is a sea of gigantic aquarium
Of immeasurable acreage;
With eclectic species of humans:
Coal, Amber, Snow and Bronze;
365 score days in the whale's gut,
Junketing from Kolkata, Kalamazoo, Kathmandu,
East, West, North and South,
Hustling, jostling, bustling, brainstorming;
Angling for a mess of portage
At the close of season;
Like Jonah,
We will gracefully, and discretely age and be dispensed,
To the other side of the divide,
To interface with the HeadMaster of all Master's!
BEFORE
bands of fleeing lovers
tumble from your dusty room
to their real lives and relatives
those hours with you dissipated
dispensed with the innocence
of Before
now, you must return unclean
to others who thought they knew you
to things pure and untouched by Life
smiling with the innocence
of Before
C2024 Thomas Lee Rhymes April 2, 2024
Brown came to dinner
but black had to leave fast
Purple royalty spread,
the news How orange fled
All ain't well,
when you have combination screams
Kaleidoscoping
Melting pot of dispensed wax
Yellow was promised a seat at the table
But gold wasn't able
to sit down because now conforming fax
no one knows who they our or where there're at
colors at the dinner feast
11/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.
The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins, such a treat!
We stayed and played until the sun went down.
The program at our church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!
No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!
The storm recedes, its rage now spent,
Leaving the earth to emit a scent,
A dank, damp, earthy smell of wet grass,
That breaks the drought, from its parched impasse.
In the quiet there after, all is still,
Thunder's rumble quelled to distill,
Sound to liquid, rage to peace,
As hopes of rebirth and new life increase.
The scent of rain is a heaven sent smell,
Wafting up to dispel a lingering spell.
It's a therapy from nature's apothecary,
Dispensed from a dry-grass prairie.
Imbibe the aroma of the heavenly scent,
To flush the stench of discontent,
From your life's toil and strife.
Imbibe its smelling salts, revive your life.
I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.
Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.
My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.
How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.
in reel life’s small doses,
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.
In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.
I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.
When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?
Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.
Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?
I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning,
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.
.
.
Of course, Norma Jeane Mortenson’s stage name was Marylin Monroe
Written for the 'Lost Poetry from History Challenge' contest.
Where you write a poem in the voice of an historical figure.
16:00.06-17
The vampire exited the saloon doors
covered in blood her gaze enamors;
Cowboys on horses stop mid motion
to see what was causing the commotion;
Mysterious woman dealing black jack,
apparently someone had tried to attack;
Whiskey shots were barely dispensed,
outlaws came in and the energy tensed;
No intention of drawing first blood,
then he asked to play five card stud;
She said ‘I’m not part of the party;
You don’t gamble with the referee.’
He tried to hit her she broke his neck;
Then came his friends, a train wreck;
Not fond of utilizing easy murder,
off she rides from this sunset massacre.
bands of fleeing lovers
tumble from your dusty room
to their real lives and relatives
those hours with you dissipated
dispensed with the innocence
of Before
now, you must return unclean
to others who thought they knew you
to things pure and untouched by Life
smiling with the innocence
of Before
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