Memory of a great pistol cager
Assists, drives and shoots without a pager
Discussed the importance of
using the image for
self-gain.
despite the fact these abject mouths
run to no end, mimic cracked
pipes or leaking faucets.
Pocket holes drift , shaking
the gaseous currency watches.
Money quick-dry quick enough without
the drought to help it out.
Drowsy and Half slept,
put out long enough for me
to know how to hit and shuffle.
I been up and down and
all around this block and
still have a good night.
This day takes wet coals
across namesake.
I’m not impressed with threats
unless they are held up.
Even worse they kept up.
I ceen't it.
How about you prove to me?
Prove to me in the asphalt that
it’s not your ass fault?
Prove it?
Do it. Can’t?
Laughable, I couldn’t imagine
being a man to cultivate
a trifle ingrate .
Sleekness of the Cat
I watch your back arch and rise
A private pleasure
If the rose could speak
would it orate of her own beauty
or having heard enough of ours
content then with just her flowers
for true beauty need only self be
as time no concern of eternity
Yet her fragrance intoxicating
as Narcissus at the Vintaging Pool
will true beauty never
transcend her own inherent rule
for beauty sake
be her own habitual fool
Upon the hallowed ground past midnight sighs
'Neath trembling yews and tombstones cold and sere
Did I espy, as the tempest began to rise
A maiden clothed in spectral white appears
Her ghostly raiment danced upon the restless air
Her visage pale with sorrow finely drawn
Betwixt the graves she glided into our ghastly affair
Her presence enthralling as the coming dawn
Within her hand a missive she pressed
Gloved fingers clad in evening’s formal hue
She whispered with the wind, she, a soul distressed
“Seek thou the attic there thy fate is due”
Anon the gale did whisk her form away
(Formerly known as Mrs. Emmons)
And left me alone to ponder till the day
Epilogue:
After this wraithlike wedding of our souls
I cannot abjure this vision
In my mind it rolls and rolls as it goes
the fierce facade is false mosaic
pinions holding candy ginger
the
lie
has
great power
in
deceiving mankind
thus
when
we
wear
the
cloaking ring
and
dorn
the
red cape
the
lie
becomes
the
truth
in
this world
and
impossible
to escape
GOD
We look and we listen
While liars try to prove contradictions
In your words that have been written
Via arguing bout religion
Jesus people say they are GOD
Since we are created in GOD'S image
They say GOD created and we create
Are they trying to say between you and us there's no difference
JESUS please send your loving correction and guidance
LORD uproot all the fiction
You're the word that dwelt among us
You're pure without spot or blemish
Let them know that we cannot compare ourselves to you
Nor can we have your position
You're the true and living GOD
But the deceiver is in the land of the living
A teacher by choice, a poet by chance and a wife and mother blest
Sensitive to such extent that even others’ misery moves me to tears.
Time has mellowed me, still like a child, touchy and itchy.
eyes ears merge with nose and tongue
sadhana on yoga mat becomes a Healing Hat
larks fly through open pane, hark the sparks
rockery abbatial austere watching with autonomy
grass blades gigue in spring’s spritely breeze
long to lavani across sky, teach rootedness keen
_______________________
A gnat a small winged insect
Gnats often fund in large swarms
Cohabitated with a house fly inept
They lived together shared a room outside a barn
In the blink of an eye
The fly spied waste/manure
The gnat said hey, wait what ya doing, sigh!
The fly licked and washed his hands maneuvered
Opened his mouth and the fly liquefy the manure waste
He asked the gnat, oooh yum you want a taste
Making it substance, suitable for their taste
The gnat said no, he’s got a better taste to behold ooh! waste
The gnat at the dusk, flying in swarms near water Sources Rivers and streams
Declared his attraction to moisture, clean organic matter
And wet soil Fungus and human eye water
No, thank you I’ll settle for sweet fruits know what I mean
And vegetables, nectar, human blood and plant roots
I don’t want no part of that manure
the gnat imparted, I AIN'T EATTIN THAT MESS?
11/20/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
‘the truth done bent my ear; it whispered soft and long’
it soared before my vision; caped in gentle song
Inspired by : the truth, by Becky Forbes (2025)
______________________________
I am free. And by this feather
Will I be proven right.
Taking up which prolongs writing's
Wild imaginative flight.
You ! a shadowy Light
sword and feather
my rain and bone dry drought
a He-She from unknown constellation
bear doe oval mirror
beret blanket blue bucket with bits of luck
pluck suck reflecting muck, I duck your buck
an entrance as you exit ~
appearance of fish flashes or fudge flushes
running away acknowledging Self
you tear
touch
gobble go glue
an upside down reality flipping illusionist
magnetic in dark corner with no entrance or exit
my hair blows in blustery wind for you to catch
for my pen to write your
f r e q u e n c y ~
I wish all Africans can be this black.
Defining handsomeness will not attack
Any of those who shines so...
For beauty will be made whole;
Trailing African model on same track.
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