The need to do things escapes me
However, there are things that must be done
I have eliminated dishwashing
Well not entirely
Just wash the one plate and fork
After every meal
Cooking has been modified
Can opener and/or microwave
I only vacuum when the cat complains
The dust “kittens” look like large mice
Fashion wise I have a rotating sequence
Flannel shirts, pants when required,
A sketchy seven o-clock shadow beard
Exercise primarily consists of
Picking up items I have dropped
For mental stimulation
I lose arguments with inanimate objects
And battle with AI “customer service” bots
For excitement I sit by the tracks
Waiting for a train to stir up a poem
Old Madame Claus was thoroughly tired and bored.
Even on Christmas Eve, she was at the board.
That fat old Santa expected her to scrub floors,
So, for her best sexy dress, she searched her stores.
She went to the barn where Rudolph was sleeping
"Get out there, you lazy deer and stop weeping,
We're going for a drive, and stop simpering.
Get the sleigh, warm attire, and stop whimpering.
Rudolph followed his nose and flew to the towns.
Folks wandered through the markets, all in gowns.
All saw Rudolph and Madame Claus eating cakes.
Both drove back to the North, Rudolph full of aches.
Levity escapes me as the sun fades
Long shadows reach out to join in darkness
Silence gives way to a humming moonrise
Stealthy scents tempt predatory patience
Red eyes gaze into hungers haunting need
Soft feet muffle the presence of the prey
The subtlety of motionless movement
Awaiting the starters pistol of fear
Moonlight bathes the edges in silvery blue
A painter’s trick to lure you to its trap
Hold you in its masquerade of now
The brushstrokes of darkness counting coup
Time is a funny thing,
A fluid, jumping, bumping, running thing.
It’s something you can never catch,
You beg for it to speed up, as time drags on,
And you’re just waiting, and then…
Bam
You’re on a speeding train hurtling along a track.
You drag your feet and try to turn back.
You beg time to just slow down, turn back
Let you savor the journey.
One moment you’re a kid, begging time to just speed up,
You want to grow up fast.
Then all of a sudden, faster than your head hits the pillow,
You’re an adult watching time speed past you.
Everything is moving too fast, and life is too short.
Your kids grow up faster than you did, becoming adults in the blink of an eye.
And you wonder
Where did all the time go?
She is as pretty as her bridesmaid cake.
She popped off the top and showed us her roses.
We were excited about her enthusiasm.
But she had to sit on the cake, right?
Maybe not because she refused.
A cake decoration that had a mind of her own.
We were surprised by her antics,
But no one could talk her back up there.
I cannot sit still when I could dance, she told us.
Her steps included spinning, whirling and twirling.
She did a pirouette that amused us.
Then she skipped out the door.
The next cake decoration had better not be animated the cook said.
I could not guarantee him that.
We get these cake toppers from an enchantress.
In shadows deep, a tale unfolds,
Where innocence and darkness molds.
A daughter's heart, just ten years old,
In desperate worlds, her fate is told.
Her parents gripped by heroin's vice,
Their lives entwined in sacrifice.
She's thrust into a role untold,
Preparing poison, hearts growing cold.
As mother falls to overdose,
Her daughter's pain turns to feigned.
Imaginary friends her solace find,
Dolls become her guide to leave behind.
Reality and dreams thus entertwine,
A refuge from a life maligned.
In whispered voices her truth persists,
Through broken dolls,
reality such as this exists as she goes back and forth her world is this, she loves them both.
I knew he was bound
To be finally found
With broadcasting steps on the grounds:
A lot talkative their composite sound…
And I knew they would him bound
Spinning him round and round
And his body awfully pound
And assign to a wished mound…
Caught at last he was and wasted,
A fine, once-intact head blasted
And the preferably delayed tasted:
All through sheer fault of footsteps
Always shunned during escapes.
shining desolate
a hungry grand lion snorts
because of the net
~
cheery abandoned
a brutish grand lion vents
he escapes said net
2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In our home town of winter wonderland
we tightened love, snow and sunshine ray
we built a snowman with twigs at hand
and booted up eagerly ready to upstand
up and down we jumped happy and gay
in our home town of winter wonderland
cheeks got rosy skin got sunny tanned
as we build tunnels, we got lost at play
it was Montreal our Patriotic Homeland
when the winter carnival days did land
aside joyful and happy February days
in our home town of winter wonderland
every child and dog came out to band
with sleek toboggan rides we seized the day
no , you didn't have to take us by the hand
when it came to fun we took a stand
learning to love the winter blues away
in our home town of winter wonderland
we built a snowman with twigs at hand
July 10, 2020
smashing great performance
flying cats
exuberance and energy
villain sparkles in a silent mirror
artistic persuasion relishes
gray tone magic
blurry waves of conciseness
partnership precarious as
shadow man escapes
waking not a wink
snoring deeply
heart beats faster
Into the phantom darkness
My soul flew ahead
Paving the way for my flesh self
Who had no choice
But to reattach my shadow
And retrieve my
Darling darling soul
Motivational Series #14
*Inspired by a song I heard
Escapes
There are all kinds of escapes, to numb the pain
To hold back the tears from pouring like rain
It may be alcohol, drugs, sex or food
Anything one may find, to alter the mood
Maybe it is the phone, texting or to blog
Things that may end up keeping the mind in a fog
All of it there, handed on a silver platter
To choose from, thinking this is what will matter
As choices are made, the beauty is lost
Waiting to be seen, as deadly lines are crossed
Each day the soul is captive, unable to feel
Slowly losing touch with truth, of what is real
But inside everyone, there can be hope
To live life fully, with burdens to cope
There is no easy path, to travel alone
Blessings come with trust and faith – Let yourself be shown –
Heidi Sands
3/10/19
Turning salt mixes within the desert sand
fired clay dipped inside a deeply moulded shell
from the blood flowing straight into feathers
A wing speaks from four chambers as an echo
holds a silent moment paused touching oceans mist
A sky burns red as the sun dips down dawning twilight
Faraway distant murmurs through the heart's beat
whispers carried upon the winds that change tune
one thousand memories captured in the grey clouds
No clock can lay claim
to the moment untimed
Though hands finely set
still a mystery divine
Each tick plays a cadence
to what is now past
But what of the future
its measure uncast
We plot and record it
hours, minutes, they chime
As all fantasy escapes
—this delusion of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
They hang from older buildings
To provide a way to flee
From a fire or another type
Of grim catastrophe.
“West Side Story’s” hero, Tony,
(Just like Romeo) did vouch
To Maria all his love
While on one’s surface she did crouch.
Countless films and TV dramas
Often use one as a base
For a criminal to exit
While the cops are giving chase.
In real life, I’ve never seen one
Used to hasten a descent.
Modern buildings now use stairways
Made of fire-proof cement.
Though necessity requires
Things to change, it seems a pity
That these structures soon will vanish,
Once a staple of the city.
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