I was caught
in a rumbling ricochet
I was stuck
In a stranger’s war
I was dust
In an old gold pocketwatch
But that won’t be me anymore
And I was tack
To an old, worn sailor
Watch me tumbling
Far overboard
I could never be one
to be favored
But that won’t be me anymore
How can you look at her like that?
The way she draws you with her eyes
Can pull you in like a static field
Bleeding you out.
Drench me in it,
make me cold.
I don’t care
It’s not me
It won’t be me anymore
Congratulations,
To a pregnant cloud
Who delivers safely
In thunderous delight.
But,
Must you drench
My cloths with tears of joy?
A lot of body shifts by an inch,
While vengeful killer teeth they clench:
A prosecutor is addressing The Bench,
Concerning dastardly murder of a wench
By a whisky-soaked German French
Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench!
Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench
And from Prosecutor A Talkative life wrench,
His tongue-less corpse for A Disgracing Stench …
And maximally in the next one hour,
They shall all Waiters for Justice devour
Between The Adjudged Sweet and The Thought Sour
All the fine bakery with its flour,
Because read they can the legible unfairness
And God so kind, sharp of awareness.
I see the drops of rain;
dripping on my frame;
How can I explain;
The reason why we're here;
7/9/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Who could bring dry wood
from the wood
once the rain would start
without an alert?
For fear of getting them on her head drenched
the wench ran under the darkest clouds overhead
gnashing their teeth sounding like fart
threatening her safe journey to homestead.
Steady and alert
quickly to come out of the wood
she ran faster than her mood.
It was nothing but a play
among the rain and the cloud
with the damsel and the wood;
but she was an elf, gossip mongers say.
If it rains and pours
Do we need closed umbrellas
And why I'm I wet
drench
1/23/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
The drench in the monsoon shower
Can feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
ushered in me a beams of energy earlier today.
Can sense now it chuckle at the setting milky white moon,
softly in me restore its light to make me estatically swoon.
virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength..
happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of garden gently,
subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
My vision clears and thoughts to me for this day's path ahead seem so very bright.
They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist,
feminists and racists come to set fire to Liberty's starry votive,
impudently waving the national rags
of failed narco states and theocratic tyrannies
chanting dystopic glories of thuggish brags
with savage violence assaulting children, women, and men with American identities,
have they ever bothered to read the 1st, 9th, or 13th Amendments
will they ever realize the illusion of ideological hatred,
in our land they live with victory's compliments
yet grown fat on the lies they've been easily fed,
We, Americans, have a heritage, and citizenry
composed of good natured, disciplined hearts,
educated, informed, and compassionate to humanity,
folk, from every continent, creed and diverse smarts,
Come, you ignorant miscreants
come and burn this flag I wear with honor and pride,
come burn it,
Over My Dead Body!
J.A.B.
I have felt so lost forever
Always in dark stormy weather
Till you found me in a storm
Lonely, cold and needing warmth
One hug from you, the clouds soon parted
No idea that you have started
A new life chapter that will be
Filled with more security
That I've ever known till you
Took my hand and pulled me through
Each thunder, hail and sleet
Knocking me right off my feet
Now I know I have a chance
To make it through this painful dance
Of circles I was spinning in
Doubting I could ever win
A partner who could twirl my heart
From the memories and start
Step by step removing doubt
Convincing me that loves about
Helping to ease any problems
Hand in hand, we both can solve them
I know now my heart can fly
There is no way to deny
I can get past anything
You make my heart dance and sing
As I write, the pen trembles,
Mumbles my mind's verdicts.
Upon my thoughts, it stumbles,
Claims my Ideas are convicts.
As I imagine, my soul I bribe,
And hire it to channel my visions
with ease.
By tides, I'm swayed, away from my
tribe,
While the pen keeps teasing, the
scribe's calm seas.
Extinct notions, the imagination
weaves,
To drape a cloak o'er pessimist eyes.
Like droughts to thirsty drops,
relieves,
Reveals us glimpses of skies.
Eyelids umbrellas, eyes, the clouds,
My hands like napkins, soak the rain.
While heart perspires, yet drips
aloud,
Enough to drench this sheet again...
Stardust drench me with dreams tonight
fill this heart with heavenly lights
when the world is deep asleep
lonely hearts which love to weep
sprinkle your dreams on them all
wrap their pains with your bright shawl
stardust drench me with dreams tonight
fill this heart with heavenly lights
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Date--14th July 2013
Contest--STARDUST IN AN OCTELLE
By--kash poet
Octelle---the syllable count structure for this verse is:
8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8
rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa... the first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
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