Fearful of my own greatness my past shadens the pages in wich I've read not giving up I cry sometimes to bring shine on the twigs that are in my spine the ability to pull away I lack but makes up with a heart that can't be torn apart i use these words as signal of gratitude in rooms equipped with dusty brooms and mops that leaves tracks of dirty foot prints jumping over the great white fence hoping to get caught on the wood chips of flawlessness to catch wift of the perfumes my gift shall soon bloom and spread without hollowness Everyday isn't filled with the fuel that fills me a feild stuffed with harmony of your voice is where my paradise starts and thrives more when you awnser the phone stoned in my own low temperatures to reserve the good times that Glyde when I sigh better days are ahead as you sleep in the same bed as me cuddling with your ever so soft body often times leaves me liquifying for 24 hours the scent that's left in dent on her side of the bed fumigation starts when I lay down and turn my spirit on rest
Categories:
fumigation, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
She is an evil blossom
the day lilly of disorder
she exhales a deadly fumigation
Marion breathes in the heady elixir
which wallows in her eyes
those lily stalks
are perhaps intercoursing a nostrum daily
Categories:
fumigation, addiction,
Form: Free verse
I gasp between your eyes
your repotorie is shriekable
your multindous cast is wearisome
So don't expect me to surjoin you
Your daylight is a muffled affair
with the fumigation of tobacco
Spiders in your saucepan
and snails in your water bucket
Try and strife another day
although you are mottled
and your cup runs meekly
I maybe squanderable
watching you
I am unafraid
Categories:
fumigation, anger, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
I'm in a paper bag
And nothing inside
WITH me but plasticware
Where the plastic forks and knifes and spoons
NEEDED to eat the unprepared fake food
In unsettled in my bowels
I'VE digested impurity
That smell awful and foul
Fraudulent passes erupt stinks fumigation
I've eroded the stench stomach 3rd of man-made substance
Eaten rotting food churned
Digested home grown human supper
Rotten delectable
Yum???
HUNGRY for SOMETHING ELSE
1/31/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
Categories:
fumigation, anxiety, conflict, food,
Form: Rhyme
Fear yields to hope, as a new year beckons
Twenty twenty gone, in contemplation
With foe invisible, world could not cope
Rich and poor alike, in darkness did grope
Mother Earth has warned: our observation
No doubt fear of death had evoked tension
In time, we ceased to vent reaction
In tranquil silence, love within awoke
Fear yields to hope
As earth healed itself by fumigation
Mindful souls opted for meditation
Even though jobs were lost and we were broke
Fear became love as head and heart did yoke
Aligning with mother earths suggestion
Fear yields to hope
30-December-2020
Categories:
fumigation, earth, fear, hope, love,
Form: Rondeau
Wicked wind hammering on doors and windows,
Trying to storm in while we lay on a green bed,
My left hand under your head, and
My right hand embracing you.
Your ebony breasts flapped like a pair of vanilla pods
From Madagascar,
Slapping me with the sandy flames of Sahara.
You open your casket of perfumes,
A mysterious fumigation defying traditions of smells, blanketing
Us with misty fragrance, and I prepare my burial in your arms,
Burning an aged incense to prove my existence.
Rivers converging in your wild hips, and
I oar my wheel with creaks and sighs.
Do not be angered, my love, by the shrieks of a mocking bird,
For it too is calling its mate before the moon fades away.
We should be busy bathing our love with spikenard sweats
From my hills and
Ylang-ylang juice from your beloved Comoros washing your
Ruddy countenance
While your bewildered eyes reach a point of no return,
And I inhale the musky evaporation from your jar
Overflowing with newborn perfumes.
My love, let us write poems with perfumed words
And scent the curses of veneering poets to venerate poetry.
Categories:
fumigation, abortion, adventure, allegory, allusion,
Form: ABC
Can't get rid,
tried wiping on the mat.
Shits too ingrained
the smell just lingers.
Fumigation is futile,
I can't escape.
You just won't leave
Please go go go.
I think at last
you're gone for good.
Then STRIKE,
Back once again.
Leaving's so hard
for you to get.
Don't boomerang
Please, go go go.
Categories:
fumigation, girlfriend, humor, leaving, moving
Form: Free verse
My pants are tucked snug beneath the socks on my feet.
I also wear gloves tucked beneath my long sleeves.
I wear a full facial mask of fabric that allows me to breath
and then I retire for the evening and go to sleep.
This isn't some fetish or obsessive compulsion.
This ritual is performed for my own protection
to insure that when I sleep that I am not being eaten
by my current, most unwelcome bed bug infestation.
I must retire this way every day until I can give my apartment
a 100% thorough and complete bed bug fumigation.
Until then I am forced to co exist with them.
Oh the extents I will go to pay cheap rent.
Categories:
fumigation, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
you know the song
beliefs made obsolete through years of corruption
folded in the napkin used to wipe your mouth
the drool obscuring the words of many
who sought to stamp out the oppressive reign
with a sick devotion to the end of the world
and a sad condition to have a coughing spell
the days become listless and full of grey
but you know the song, oh you know the song....
a dance made ugly by a dusty sun of black and mold
taped together with the used up plastic of yesterday
the cold eye of a tyrant looks up at a bloody moon
oh he surely forgets to drink the last of his wine
the people who have long suffered abhor a lack of freedom
still they cut the chains of remorse with dull knives
wishing the dictatorship were made of soft butter
but you know the song, oh you know the song....
chances are humanity forgot that it has a voice
when the voices of the few can rise above the voices of many
and trap the innocent in a room for fumigation
and the subjugation just doesn't end there
yet the sad view to seek out the pages of yesterday
instead of seeking refuge in the ideology of tomorrow
means time is trapped in a sadistic stasis
but you know the song, oh you know the song....
Categories:
fumigation, political, sad,
Form: Free verse
Rebel & Patch
The Buck sparrow lurched and dived with ever constant wheeling,
and squealing loud he fluttered neath the eaves.
He knew the cat was waiting yes waiting in the ceiling,
and he squeaked and shrilled c'os he was very peeved.
You see I'd let the cats in when fumigation didn't work,
climbed a ladder took a board off from on one side,
taught two kittens how to climb up through the opening they'd walk.
To evict the tenants fluttering round inside.
For generations many of the sparrows gone and past,
the house had held their family in its keep.
But birdlice very itchy had brought the cats at last,
so the owner he'd stop scratching in his sleep.
For Rebel she slunk among the beams then suddenly she'd pounce,
or Patches in the ceiling came to play.
These kittens loved their sparrow yes every bloody ounce,
just one for breakfast really made their day.
The only way to shift the lice it was to move the bird,
for they'd hover and they'd wriggle neath the iron.
Though every hole was blocked into the house still undeterred.
These lousy birds I've put into this ryme.
by D H Johnson
Categories:
fumigation, adventurehouse, house,
Form: Rhyme
And how shall we trace the
trajectory of a lungless scream
coming out of a slit throat?
Time was overrun by gnostic
resentment in absolute mind.
The fury of a gathering food riot:
do you hear the memorial rising,
rising –
on bones of hunger, swollen eyelids?
Soon they will meet on the bellies.
The fumigation starts, of lies
a bactericidal, to wipe out the germs
in dumb minds. The prognosis failed,
life moves in a tunnel, absent
and present!
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
fumigation, art
Form: I do not know?