Knocking and and bumpings
as I wonder I was wondering
wandering listening over hearing
behind closed doors listening
malice screams and jumping
some vulgar messages
the distant cry
HR call security runs by me
side those social murders screams
of content her supervisor was
verbally firing a coworker
much content my head drops
near the floor I'm caught
on my ear to the door
that security first grabs me
and marches me to the elevator door--eavesdropping
10/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
McConnell was out stabbing backs
When Donald Trump fell off the tracks
400 PER WEEK?
How dare Donald speak -
Have the rich agreed to pay tax?
The image burns within
my brain of an
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.
The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and ladies
round the groaning table
flirt and watch the fools,
the one in the silly hat,
and the others huddled
against the walls.
As the eaters of the banquet
gaily proceed on in
drunken bloated revelry
they display their earthly faults,
with arrogance,
to a huddled mud stained peasantry.
The bottom of the hierarchy,
in the shadows serving, or
shut outside the door,
hope to get the garbage
leftover from these bores.
But before the lords and ladies leave,
to pursue their flirtations in
exclusive privacy, the hounds
are let in to lick the floor
and eat the droppings and the gore.
Finally the fools from the shadows
and the huddled groups outside
are allowed into the abandoned hall
to lick the plates,
to glean whatever
greasy scrapes and food
have been left behind.
I think of this scene often
as I read the daily news
Out Croppings and Droppings
After looking from all the out croppings
Discovered there were some Trump droppings
And if on you Thunderhead were to drop in
All of us hope he would never do it again.
Why is that thunder seems to make a clap
While Trump could care less or give a crap
After he constantly has been raising fuss
Fat, big and blustery like a blunderbuss.
By my wife's email again was stimulated
And to write another poem have contemplated
But being we are living so way down south
She took all the words right out of my mouth.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Santa came with his reindeer
Swiftly did they fly
Over hills and valleys
Decorating night sky
The only thing they left me
On the new fallen snow
Was not even packaged
Little brown droppings all in rows
(This was not an original idea
My church sent my husband
and my self a little bag with
Chocolate Covered Peanuts
all tied up with a bow and
a little poem telling about the
droppings.)
mouse droppings…
said the kitten to the cat
on a cold snowy night
his eyes looked back
”…it shows…”
a galaXY…
and what a ball it iZ!
Grandly festive, even. ;)