Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound!
Nineteen times before the sour dregs
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain.
She racks each open with a metal comb
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed.
Categories:
dunged, addiction, animal, blessing, destiny,
Form: Dramatic Verse
A spot of fresh blue water
Flows off rocks backs jewel covers
Dunged up hammered measures
Crystal blue waters pressures
6/11/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Categories:
dunged, appreciation, earth, imagery, water,
Form: Jueju
A spot of fresh blue water
Flows off rocks backs jewel covers
Fossils of dormant brown doubles
Captivate earthen brothers
Mining, panning gold treasures
Jewel covers rocks pleasures
Dunged up hammered measures
Crystal blue waters pressures
7/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Categories:
dunged, analogy, character, engagement,
Form: Jueju
Limerick : Once a Stud Stallion in wild Mare charge
for Rick Zablocki
(as promised from the horse’s mouth)
Once a Stud Stallion in wild Mare charge
Didn’t see his gear was far too large
Hit goal right smack in poke
Mare humped : It in two broke
Since then in stud-farm draws dunged-straw barge.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
dunged, fun,
Form: Limerick
Tommorrow will see the coming of a PURGE,
Oh! Salem...Oh! Bethlehem...Yes..! Jerusalem,
Living a life so Solemn,
Peace and Love to Becky and Carmen,
Twice this much to Angela and Edmond.
We must play on flutes to welcome Jutes,
Lets fuse a whole lot of Bass into your Salsa,
This gate is a sure link to Life,
God is good...Lets see how far you can pay his Price,
The airfreights of Grace....God's grace that does not displace your race in Life,
Introducing our major Talents and Tastes.
Yours is the life i live,
Your wagging tongue and True Talks to all sundry your Imaginations,
Who paid angels to ring ding dunged bells,
Yes to sift through the brains of Riff-Raffs and Belles,
Or to flee from grieving Halves,
God-driven yatchs of life.
Peace to Solomon,Sulaimon and My Christ,
Double to Almighty God, His finesse, Style, Class and Omnipotency,
Eyes of men must read his Words and Tremble,
The Holy Land, This holy book, Its doctrines of Love and Their little chores,
Was it a Curse,Bluff or Cross and Plough,
Peace and Love to Rome, England and France.
Your well spoken Latin, English and Spatters of French.
Categories:
dunged, life, time, visionary, life,
Form: Ballad