Have you ever noticed the Law is a bit... peculiar?
It treats "Filthy Pigs" like they’re much, much cooler.
I’m a citizen here, not a servant or peasant,
But the way they treat "Equality" is really unpleasant.
My mistakes get a fine and a stern talking-to,
While the "Old Ones" get lunch and a nice ocean view.
I’ve thought about not voting them in anymore,
But apathy’s winning, and frankly, it’s a bore.
I’d go "underground" to escape all the taxes,
But even the afterlife probably has "death-fax-es."
Is this the world’s end? Or just Monday morning?
I feel like my ancestors gave me no warning!
The rulers don’t care if we moan or we cry,
They’re busy eating cake while the world passes by.
But hey, Mother Earth is watching this circus,
And soon the "Big Trumpet" will finally work us!
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©
In town of Holy Face, now Halez Fax
Are rows of back-to-backs in terraces
Between the mills that spill their thick black smoke.
Industry now dominates hill and dale.
Manufacture is master with muscle.
Sulphuric fumes poison the once green hills
Turning the trees to charcoal skeletons.
The peaceful sound of silence that once was
Is killed by loud clatter from textile mills
And clogs clomping up the steep cobbled streets
With steel segs grinding on the granite setts
As folk trudge to-and-fro in day’s routine,
Between the terrace rows of back-to-backs
In that old mill town known as Halez Fax.
Hot, humid, burning sun rays
it's the noon hour smack in the light of mid-day,
the random moments of a Monday deluge of renewal
back to work to the tied-down, set-in-place routines do all
pushing back the weekend play and scenes that flee;
the grit and grime of hard physical work release
managed, stressed, perspiration indiscrete,
the sedimentary desk chair resting weary feet
sequestered uncomfortable and lean
locked in closure at the old computer screens;
the phone tags to update this or that
the pay scales uneasily raised then taxed
paperwork printing to and from the fax;
just another day to start the beginning of the week
mundane, ordinary, fatiguing, ever on repeat
with the morning hours slipping past as we speak,
the noon hour
marking half the day,
complete.
A case of pretense to a reticence?
A once brave voice could make no sentence:
A cool one-thousand–words–per-minute
Politicians pushed to The Senate,
His subject of restless focus: Tax,
For two hours on Tax, still not lax
And this Cordless Tongue would strength not Wax.
While his eyes Messages of Fear fax;
One might think he had seen steely knives,
A wish to again kiss his dear wives…
Yes, Spencer had been a talkative,
Upper and lower lips active;
An all time YOU MAY LAWYERS CONTACT
But right here and now suing for tact.
• The moon is not white but red,
• King Charles doesn't own a bed,
• It takes three days for a letter to Fax,
• I did not love my ex.
• A day has twelve hours,
• Someone sent me flowers,
• It's safe to own a Fox,
• I did not love my ex.
• The President never lies,
• A politician is wise,
• I'll never pay a tax,
• I did not love my ex.
• Love doesn't cost a cent,
• It's cheap to pay a rent,
• Slap me I'll never vex,
• I do not love my ex.
A sudden decision to hate Max
Who sent his bills like a tax,
Although, I’d wired him a fax
About a song I must first wax.
A reason to twist and turn
And out wardly burn,
Letting prejudice be born
And a relationship torn:
My defense; an easy-going creditor
Can bide with a lazing debtor
After I’d begun to hate Max
My face became supremely Lax
As though some stuff devoured from Octavio Paz.
Maybe I’m just bad at this
but nobody wants to be the one
to burst my bubble
fearing they’ll hurt my feelings
though that’s never stopped anyone before
After all I’ve failed at almost everything
I’ve ever attempted for the last forty years
Perhaps I was pretentious to think that any thoughts
I might conceive relating to the world as I perceive it
would be of any interest to someone like you
or to people stuck like glue in front of screens
Poetry is passé today
obsolete as fax machines and landline phones
out of fashion like flannel shirts, shopping malls
and garden gnomes
wish to sleep
not to die;
wish to fly
not to cry
root to vertex
not any text;
the breath’s whip
in life’s fax
feast of end
implanting trend;
in whining gyre
swiveling blood gland
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
09/09/2021
Parchment letter sealed with wax
Ancient communication did not fax
Addressed to me in elaborate style
The ink was crimson, it did beguile.
With hands that shook I opened it
Read the signature threw a fit
Seems I've heard from Frankenstein
Invite sounds deadly, not divine.
There's no option a coach will call
I'm thinking of a way to stall
Seems Mary Shelly will be there
Can I breathe their deadly air?
Covid virus a rampant threat
Fear for life no vaccine yet
Politicians useless without a clue
Tea with Victor a big taboo.
All dressed up in Victorian best
Wearing a cross it has been blessed
The horses are powerful soon we arrive
Goosebumps all over, will I survive?
Mask is on it's a vigilant move
Virus mutates, science approves
Bathed in bleach 'tis the fashion
Now I need a little compassion.
The butler looks like a composite
Tell no lie holding down vomit
Too late now I'm through the door
Dear readers, sorry there is no more.
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Today we are living in Cyber World
Do you have any idea about the implications of Cyber World?
PTA knows this special secret
Your data, your pictures, your email, your home address
Your phone, your fax, your name, sim cards
Websites you surf, received and sent information,
Agencies can observe and hackers can occupy
They can do almost anything with it without our permission
Privacy mean to cover or shield something that we don't want to show
There is no Privacy in the World Of internet and telecommunication
Nowadays variety of spy gadgets, softwares and technology have penetrated veil.
Q. Can religions guard our personal information and sensitive parts from technology?
Note. Ultrasound machines can look in the womb and you are debating the Veil.
Lesson. Grow up and reconstruct yourself.
Donald Trump has just claimed that God
Orchestrated election fraud
So churches should close
Since everyone knows
The "God We Trust" gave Trump the nod
Fax me a message in the shadows of each cloud.
Share with me, your joy, or tears of pain!
I am very good at moving clouds around!
I will bring you sunshine, but never nor soul rain.
Fax me a message in the shadows of each cloud.
To show my compassion, and tell you, I love you, out loud!
5/13/2021
~3 ~
books
paint brushes
glitter glue
canvases
paper
sewing machines
balls and toys
bats and mats
scooters and bikes
Batman and Wonder Woman
Red Flyer Wagon
rakes
Two axes and a hatchet
Barbeque grill
Couch, chair, three tables
Microwave, TV, light fixtures
Shredder and Fax machine
Bed, freezer, extra mattress
A three car garage but no room for a car
For five days we have been worker bees
Now it is time for those tees
Whether it is fighting off a golfing bogie
Or wiping your hands from a lunch time hoagie
Finally the weekend is here
And adventure is near
Going out entertaining the mates
Finding friends and romantic dates
For a short period of time
And recreation on the mind
Worker bees turned into social bugs
Giving companions fashionable hugs
Interaction with others
And chance meetings that could breed into lovers
Taking a two day holiday where one can reflect and relax
Ignoring what is being transmitted at the office fax
It is the proper time to make the pass
When encountering a potential lifelong lad or lass
Enjoy the time off
Not having any guilt feelings of fault
Being in the corporate life
Needing to be giving the green light
Hoping the check clears
To shop Wal-Mart then on to Sears
During this time we sit down finding peace and cheer
Since the weekend is finally here
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