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Demon of Witches Tower

An ominous water tower
Stands tall in Starin Park
Barricaded by a spiked fence
Iron clads the stained-glass windows
A steel door bolted shut
What secrets lie within its walls?

On the night of a blood moon
Witches shrouded in crimson robes
Conducted a satanic ritual
To call forth a demon from hell.
The ceremony was a success, but at a cost.
Hellborn claws slew the High Witch.

The remaining members stood firm.
Combined their strength to subdue the creature.
Calling forth the spirits of nature,
The witches configured a tower
To confine the bloodthirsty beast
So none shall meet an unfortunate end.

They say on a full moon night,
You can hear otherworldly growls
Echoing throughout the tower
Rattling the bravest of souls
Who'd dare to venture forth
To the Witches Tower.

Like a Strawberry

Like a strawberry. 
Seeds on the outside. 
Tethered vines of trees. 
In the grass.

I have to eat sometimes. 
Just yummy stuff. 
There’s no one there. 
So I stir a little more.  

Look outside the outside place. 
And you’ll think of berries and shrubs too. 
That could be endless. 
Like socks, and tendons.

I have to eat them all. 
Rancid and sweet. 
Nothing but outer space. 
Past that tree. 

I have to grind it all up.
With strawberries, and blueberries. 
Making some jam. 
And growls. 

Inedible jam.
We took the sludge we made. 
Worth nothing. 
Tossed it into space. 

Like a strawberry. 
Gets thrown away right off the vine.

A Thunderstorm Is Beautiful

The art was most beautiful on the dark canvas:
a background that set up a stage for unfolding
explosions of light struck beneath growls of thunder
as swift swords of steel slash full clouds once holding-
the deluge, escaping as a glistening wonder.

The art was most beautiful on the dark canvas,
as Moon hid behind the large battle, ongoing.
Her sky was at war, and the bullets were flying,
and lightning exploded, while clouds began flowing.
The art was amazing- though fright left me sighing.

MINE: Allure downfall

Allure downfall 
Embodiment of temptation
Seeped into my bloodstream making your way into my heart 
Ache behind the art 
Tender in the dark , killer with a kiss 
Softer than scars louder than silence 
Moon fire 

Promise are slippery things 
Watching her laugh with him feels like a final goodbye 
I thought giving her space was all she needed 
My girl 
I watch her slip away 
I should be the one 
The one who makes her laugh 
The one who fills all ing holes
The one who handcuffs her and growls in her ear
" MINE"

She shot me but she's still my girl
Craved Liar on my chest still my little Assassin 
She ing stabbed me and I would give her a knife and let her do it all over again 
I just want my girl

My Pet

A pet gargoyle. 
Has carved out eyes. 
Follows you around.
Haunted. 
Jumps around throughout time and space.
Yet doesn’t seem to move at all. 
Heavy wings. 
Waits for the right time. 
If you pat his head?
He growls.
But you think it’s a hallucination. 
There’s nothing better than a pet gargoyle. 
He sure is haunted. 
He usually keeps his evil energy to himself. 
Sometimes you can sense him grumbling and muttering. 
Evil claws and a weird looking face. 
Lifeless unless he’s following you. 
A pet gargoyle. 
Might decide not to haunt you. 
And that’s all you can ask for.

Beef Wellington

trust your gut, to know
it growls for truth, loud and strong
it's n'er found wanting,
or that's how the saying goes -
but skip fungal feasts of mold

CAT DOG OUCH-

cat hisses at dog
dog retaliates growls at
the fending purring


07/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©

Chum in the Water?

You came in loud like that was wise—
just flung your muddy paws around,
all growls and spit and cow-dumb eyes.
You came in loud.

This isn't turf. It’s neutral ground.
Your claws too dull to even fight—
the lie you told, that fish can drown.

My instrument, sharpened to thrive,
harvests now free range, as wolf-hound's
alter ego preys on roe-fed lives.
You came in loud.

Spot Dreams

Spot Dreams

I watch his paws twitch
ears upright listening
his soft growls, he corners his prey
even in sleep he dreams
the cat can’t escape

Pain--again

I thought I ended this darkness, locking it in 
an abyss all its own.
Rain falls, growls of wolves echo,
snapping, gnashing their teeth at my heels.
Sister with outstretched hands, you wolf in sheep's 
clothing, you bear your venomous teeth of daggers.
I once thought that I filled this hole but
As the wolf stands within inches
it calls into the darkness. 
Sitting waiting to devour me, 
waits, for the pain to take hold
to give it permission to overtake
My head pounds with fiery, I will not meet its gaze
Persistent
Anguish
Incomparable
Nerves 
I will not grant this wolf satisfaction

Anthropology 101

Once, sat and thought, a hairy brute,
wearing not, a well-tailored suit.
In grunts and growls, he said, "I suppose,
if thumb and fingers should oppose, 
it would not be so very dumb", 
and patented the opposable thumb.

Things I Can't Stand

Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,

or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.

Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing sewer,
others’ stains on bathroom towels –
repugnant, these, for sure.

A dying pig’s pathetic howls
(at least that’s one pig fewer):
Walter Matthau’s drooping jowls –
for these, there is no cure.

Margaret Thatcher’s tortured vowels
are dickish, not demure:
and Ian Paisleys, Enoch Powells
are ignominy, pure.

City Pulse

Glass towers stretch like ambitions
piercing smog-filtered dreams.
Footsteps echo on concrete—
rhythms of lives
weaving, colliding, dissolving.
A stranger’s glance,
a child’s laugh slicing through engine growls,
a pigeon’s wingbeat overhead—
somehow it all matters.
The city breathes
and we inhale chaos like oxygen.

Leaving

I am the monomaniac who masticates 
edges of my own mandible 
to keep from swallowing you whole…
I feel the hunger crawl through me,
a hot hellish hold—
pressing its way out of my ribs.

—but I stay still—
I…hold my breath,
swallowing the gravity 
that could crush your chest.

There is no tenderness in me,
only the gnashing of teeth—
I hide behind silences and undergrowths
where you cannot hear the growls
that yearn to rip through your skin—
the maw that wants to possess you—
the need to keep you burning
in my guts forever.

…

This is trying—I remind myself—
—by Leaving—
you cannot be eaten…
if I never come near enough
to sink my teeth in.

I Leave—I abandon—I ghost—
the demon flees! The one that would 
claw your throat open—
the Choke Pear that could maim more than 
your miserable mouth!

The only chasms between us now
are of distance—but you do not understand! 
I don’t reach for you—I won’t reach for you…
—because I Love You—
and Leaving is the only good thing
I know how to
Give.

Sassy and Genghis

Sassy and Genghis they now get along
Sassy liked Kublai but he is now gone
Old Genghis still a little grouch
he growls at Sassy if she joins him on the couch
Sassy will at times kiss him and sniff his little face
when he is behind her sneaking a sniff takes place
Under the desk Genghis loves to hide and stay
when she crawls to greet him he growls her away
If on the bed Genghis cautious for Sassy rolls
he will yap at her and even hide behind pillows
Treat time Sassy gobbles hers right away
Genghis takes his time teasing her all day
Sassy lies down in front of him whimpering and whines
Genghis growls and wags his tail taking his sweet time
Though Genghis is little and Sassy twice as big
she never angers toward him is playful instead
She will steal his treat right under his nose
when playing keep away stay on your toes
They love barking together at anything in sight
they are more amusing than causing a fright.

Sometimes Sassy will sleep beside him
and Genghis is okay.
Without our sweet Sassy
Genghis would be lonely every day.

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