If I had my own fleet I would not squander it
Would head toward China lickety-split
agree to sell their goods and take a wee bit
cannot tariff me, said my bold cousin Chit
Bewares Home
Single fleet
How we can merge on a Continental Drift is up to me
She's comes apart
This is the only way backs in
Turbulence bests us otherwise
That
Pitch chase and drags in swirl pre disposed moments?
I'ma feeling of pause
Ifns a bluff
Scene one of myriad finance?
Eclipse glare meniscus orders down
I only got an in an out focus for table of me in line for hours of next meals getting chewed
Every acrobat on mind has winged in wars.
Old or sceptical
Generals an Admiral
My ability is return the crap that sent that
Illusive wonder they stay on land with tech
Cyrano de Bergerac
entered a race
not fleet of foot
but hoping to place
tho' quick off the mark
the competition so tough
kept him on his toes
when the going got rough
yet setting the pace
he won by a nose...
the schnozz on his face
With apologies to Edmond Rostand (1868 – 1918)
A tragedy occurred was the news
A young boy died in a bus crash
He was with other students too
When the bus got a tire flat
To send your child on a field trip
And have it end his life is insane
Parents hearts forever ripped
Finally they released his name
Maybe seat belts on busses may
Void a future tragedy one day
But that would cost the state
Likely they won’t want to pay
So they will keep old bus fleet
While in crashes kids are dying
Just as they don’t value life
Look at the parents suing for rights
Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed
Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
Vacating tranquillity served seas slow
Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel
Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton
Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong
Quelled by existence Earth centric
Universe of solar centre offensive
Encourages complacent latent symposium
Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
Oceanic only planet confirms familiar
Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed
18th February
Fear of Anarchy
GAPS GIVE CRITIQUE ROOM
Blue sea chased the shore
as colorful boats went by,
through diamond sparkles.
Coarse, gold sand feels great sometimes,
when teal sky is in the sea.
Quantum leaps
Pretty feet
Elf's running under the sycamore tree
As garden gnomes
Find their homes
Lo! their minds are on flying drones
Evergreen trees
Eversole airmatic and pretty
Squirrels fall throwing pine cones
4/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Fleet away!
We fleeted the time carelessly
We fleeted the time carelessly
I had a long wait,
A fretful heart and a dance troupe.
And I sauntered into the room.
For a fleeting moment,
I saw the face of a boy.
By now, my time consumed by wanderlust.
In the choice of lust and love,
I scruple of prudence is worth a pound of passion.
For a split second...
The girl has caught your eye!
And her gestures eavesdropping his ears.
They fling for more coffees
Not breed to encased themselves in linen
By now, their time consumed by wanderlust
'Only they knew everything was ephemeral'
'And the cessation of time scribbled'
We fleeted the time carelessly
We fleeted the time carelessly
Oh! young persimmon tree how ripe and seraphic art thee; ignorance at thy feet, when thou were but a babe,with no words to cede, mum as the mummy. How life welcomes thee, ephemeral and saccharine, as so forth, life begets thee. Brushing past the simple melodies, until the arrow of time strikes, she bears her fangs into thy lungs,and screams and yelps and wrings her tongue, she knocks thee down, and weighs thy wrongs, and captures thee in her wings of thorn. However, thou art at thy golden age, for dried persimmons are at their finest!
so come and rejoice!
for empyrean angels
call to us with delight
1-9-18
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203
Could I ever
Chance the power
To let you win
Race on back
To begin
This fleet footed fly
Repeat
I will stand
And be the blessed
Among the damned
The merchant ship
The ship leaves Rotterdam
sail to the med, and through the Suez channel
into the red sea, the vessel arrives at an oil terminal
and all you see is pipelines storage tanks and sand,
then the ship goes back the same way.
The sea in its different mood can be lovely to look
at but after some time it gets boring.
Or a containership jam-packed with boxes that
load and unload I record time there is no time to go ashore
and explore. After a year of this tedium, you go home
and have seen nothing but oil tubes.
We sense a distant throb like drums of war,
Hear whistles, shrill, precede firm lifeguards’ cry,
“Get out!” as drops, way off, slant down and pour;
Look there!—chill, sudden gust, umbrellas fly,
Tense mothers rush, all eyes upon gray sky,
To youngsters trembling, safe from surf and sea;
Harsh cracking whip, white klieg bulb flashes high,
Then, snug and wrapped, with mothers, children flee,
Find autos’ shelter, beach deprived hot summer glee.
July 3, 2018
Summer Rain Storm (2) Spencerian Stanza Poetry Contest
Dale Gregory Cozart, Sponsor
both are movie stars
the Dallas and the Nimitz
and stars in real life
So Fleet, The Monster's Retreat
It manifested a dark form surprising
great fear in my heart thus rising
Resting against the mirror stand
ghastly in color, with deformed hand
Something bad did then seem amiss
this creature strayed from the abyss
Invading my secluded and small room
reeking of vilest stench and doom
I flinched back as it read my mind
probing with deceit and curses unkind
Curses, the accusations of its soul
pain inflicted was real, took a toll
My desire was to fall down and cry
Yet I firmly stood not knowing why
Closer it eased to touch my face
heart almost burst as it did so race
Suddenly light charged into the scene
brightness showed a face so very mean
Next a cry as light touched its skin
gone in a flash, never seen again
I fell back sick and soaked in fear
its darkness still felt far too near
All lights I then swiftly turned on
just to make sure the beast had gone
There where it stood was a black spot
clean it up then I would dare not
Next morn the spot was glowing there
A reminder of the night's ghostly scare
Robert J. Lindley , 05-16-2015
A dark one, for the kids to ponder...
Teddy Roosevelt wanted the world to meet
the might of the United States with the “Great White Fleet”.
This naval fleet of ships sailed around the world.
They voyaged to where so many different flags were unfurled.
This country became a world power, and was not about to sit on the shelf.
Mr. Roosevelt took pride in this project. He was a military man himself.
Back in 1907 was when this historic episode took place.
Since then, this nation has progressed at a steady pace.
Robert Pettit
Motif: historical
New Poem: March 18, 2014
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