Some time ago
One or the few of human beings
Had figured to create a crepe
Before
They were hunting birds
And covering their bodies with no feathers
In clay
…
Produce the GUILLOTINE
….
And throwing those birds in fire
They figured clay is hardened by the this
And this resulted in cookware introduction
With what
The boiled foods appeared in Mankind
Due very basic eating the desire
This finding
This the finding
This the very finding
You were supposed to found
Being by then by nothing stupid really bound
The Garlic can be prophylactic or the medicinal
Stupidity against the modern world there is no vaccina
Some time ago
The humans were drawing scenes of hunt on caves the stones
Today they want that everything is digitized
Researchers, wankers, users of the phone
We reckon shall be greatly minimized
And then in land or the prior the agriculture
We won't be buying the imported the the fruit
For price exceeding any sane the bound
These centimeters are these way converted proper to the foot
her skivvies
fine imported lace
King Louis
satisfied
cologne covers the harlot
it stinks at Versaille
Greenland’s American future
In Nuuk everybody lives in festive houses made of wood, green, blue and red looks homily in the winter landscape
Thei are the people who speaks English, building
A dry dock for submarines, that will protect the sea from intruders, like the Russians and big code fish. The Greenlander will live in nice apartments
That have lifts, naturally the have to pay rent
There will be more shops selling imported food
Soft bread and, of course hamburgers for all
There will be bars with dancing girls included
The local can get drunk and been thrown into the snow
Some locals will lose their apartment leave in the street with dogs and the hapless will be wrapped in blanket given by the Danes, American tourist will come looking at the filthy streets and feel at home
The transformation will be complete, the local language forgotten, spoken only by the very old Innuits, naturally no one speaks Danish anymore
Except for the local doctor a despicable socialist
This is the future for people who become victim of super power, who believes in their exceptionalism
Once I ate a defective Oreo
I’d imported from Lower Borneo
I’d spent too much money
My stomach felt funny
Then my 'plumbing' gave it the old heave-ho
Ever so thankful for her
Such a deep sense of appreciation
I love her
and thankfulness I am so thankful for God
I love you
for the gift of her presence
Thank you God
For her such an intimate relationship with you Lord
And of earnest love from above
I love you, I love her
May the gratitude of the hearts
Be softened and imported filled with love
And appreciation may God continue to guide a
And bless relation Father Daddy God
I love you, I love her
I thank you for her
Ever so thankful for her
7/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
The eagles have long left,
scattered over miles; empty plastic bottle,
condoms and diapers.
Here under a burning sun
human traffickers do not imply a rush-hour.
Death is imported, life degraded.
They come from all over the world,
mostly men of military age,
and no one asks why?
Whole families come,
they are bussed away at night,
to be forgotten amidst more teeming masses.
An old man
rides his bike, grins, waving a hand
at a gaggle of press and photographers.
There are still no eagles.
I know it’s very early and I do apologize to wake you up..
Hello, Pangie ~you go and get French coffee in your golden cup.
For my job is to love you write and have you pen poetry!
Because I am your cat, your very wise muse, so heavenly!
You are not here , heaven forbid, to be a mindless poet at all,
But to touch the heartstrings of mankind, that is your true call!
Now please, put on your kimono of imported, turquoise silk!
I, your furry muse after all, need my morning food and milk!
Town-horses
In my youth, horse transport -a one-man job
was still available for shorter journeys, a vanishing business; when the last horse-drawn carriage firm gave up, there was a picture in the newspaper of a man and a horse.
I often wondered what happened to the dear old horses spending a long time outside shops waiting for their flat-beds to be fully loaded
Looking at them was a study of longanimity, but
I don't think horses have a sense of time, just hunger or thirst as day eased towards evening
Since no farmers wanted the elderly horses, they
had tractors imported from America.
My mother said horses were slaughtered in hidden abattoirs since no one cared to admit they were eating horse flesh, made into salami and dog food.
At the local history museum, there are pictures of
the horses that helped transport building materials, making the town into a city, supplying
the housewives with manure for the roses.
Lovely banana for gorgeous Anna
It is imported, all the way from Ghana
It tastes nothing but so sweet
It is sold in every street
It makes an emblem like a bandana
Fruity limerick poetry contest
4th place
Judged: September 4, 2023
All imported stuff,
imported life in luxury.
ostentatious life?
none of that matters to me
only my life matters...
there is a cat on the beach the hounds reported.
They knew this cat was special, maybe imported.
For the beach was overrun with dogs of every size.
Cats were not welcome here, no big surprise.
Someone should tell her, a yellow lab said.
He took six friends who all ran ahead.
The cat disappeared before they got very near.
She got the message one said, feeling her fear.
When might they be swarming the market
Eardrums deafening with pure racket:
The at-all-times mad desire
That makes importer a messiah:
Shipping bent on vomiting the goods
Over which the dying user broods…
A consumer’s quest for the newness
One’s government checks with a shrewdness,
Never ceasing to the Brisk Things tax,
A big loss should she choose to be lax…
Soon, Importer: Stinking Billionaire,
For this no research questionnaire:
“The checks know they should spare The Foreign
And just let the Enriching Thing reign.”
Do imports an economy kill?
You forgive them: citizens they thrill;
Their belief they’re in Europe fulfill
And variation stop from standing still…
Or else quadruple your exports,
Never compromised in their transports;
The other way of ploughing seaports
And a shake-up giving to Airports…
Your importations make China smile!
She sees you going that kind mile;
For Nigeria keeping a friend’s file.
But watch it: you stop venom-rich bile…
Don’t stop asking for electronics:
Your fun-loving kid’s animatronics.
More Horn Haiku
opportunity
for mutiny immunity
in Trump community
they were caught cheating
more trouble may be meeting
should be unseating
Trump others shorted
many lies he had imported
out was escorted
had known from the start
God great and glorious Thou art
we shall never part
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
or Serious Mysterious
It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life
all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most..
though list grows shorter with each passing day
thoughts align in proper time as desires sway
storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter,
and chicken salad on toast.
To be true others may find want of finer things.
fancying first class flight or latest in 'lectric cars,
refined tastes in Nanterre brioche or imported caviars
yet never replace good company a heart brings.
As winter closes, and spring finds its way home,
eternally grateful for all new pleasures won
give thanks warm day's return in rising and setting sun
yet alone, to bygone days my thoughts may roam.
Yeah, there'll always be chicken salad and sunsets..
perhaps a slice of keylime pie or two.
When I look back to a wonderful past,
what I'll miss most
is you.
The Magic Cat Merlin
Marvellous! The magic cat Merlin
Imported from the city Berlin.
Behaviour typical feline,
owned by my niece Carolyn.
She steps slow silent lifting paw,
but as she needs attention to draw
only raises soft voice meow.
She loves to taste cooked fish-meat not raw.
The magic cat Merlin! Marvellous.
Favourite of Carolyn oblivious.
The cat behaves always curious.
She ignores rats not being furious.
House of Carolyn is free of rats.
Those are driven by presence of cat.
Facing rat, Merlin acts as acrobat
but never hits, only gently pats.
Merlin performs this wonderful magic.
Cool calm nature is simply unique.
Rats are afraid: But end not tragic.
Events turning dramatic or comic.
10/17/22
Merlin The Magic Cat
Contest by Mysic Rose Rose.
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