Quicksilver tendrils
inlaid rivulets flow through
the inky blackness
I poured the dark ink on the page
To warn the once and future sage
That somewhere in this cryptic maze
Within the laughter resided rage
For poetry’s a field of mines
Of prickly thorns and clinging vines
Of predators with gaping maws
Of ice cream soda’s without straws
For all I do is hold the pen
I do not tell it where or when
I only know that when it starts
I never know where it will end
The ink is neither foul nor fair
It forms the words but doesn’t care
For it is not a part of them
Just looping lines that help them share
Un-knotted truths and jumbled lies
As grease stains of now cold French fries
Deny the sun its great reprise
My sleepless eyes refute it’s rise
The whole page was blank
it looked lovely that way
I had to go spoil it
Painting an 'Inky Way'
Cos' when it comes to pollution
even poets fail
My alarming 'carbon footprint'
climbing higher than a whale's
Inky black void, just God and me
Reverberation Ohm
Blissful soul’s eyes of wisdom see
Boundless peace, in our home
Love flame does not flicker
Becoming the answer
I need no translator
By God am buoyed
Inky black void
24-August-2021
Quietus
I look at your face and it is all I can do
Not to keep you forever, as you chase away my blue
I have no idea who put this face on you in the store
But I am severely in love with you forevermore.
Poppy potato, you give me a reason to smile today.
Your joyful looks and flashing eyes have so much to say.
I am determined to shellac you and keep you forever my dear.
You have chased away the gloom. I’m so happy you’re near.
It was fate that I found you in that old blue potato bin.
You have become my favorite and most apt forever friend.
Others might slice you, dice you, and masticate your face.
Any kind of chopping or hurting would be such a disgrace.
Sure I love potato chips and potatoes baked as well as anyone.
But you are my bestie, my pleasure, my joy, my number one.
So unless I get desperate and you are the only potato around.
I will keep you pristine and pretty, exactly as found.
I cleaned the house with an octopus
I mopped the floors with a squid
I turned around and realised, exactly what I did
the kitchen floor was covered
with slimy blue black ink
the heating on it started
to kick up quite a stink
looking at the bathroom
the shower glistening black
I thought that I should clean it
before my mum gets back
but I haven't got the know how
the knowledge or the skill
so I think I'll got to bed
and just pretend I'm really ill
Inky Dinky Parley Voo
Inky Dinky Parley Voo,
Climbed a semetoo and threw a shoe,
The shoe hit a ninicoristic Rak,
And broke its curry with a meteor thwak,
The angriurt Raklebugacoo,
Slumbered Mister Parley Voo,
Whom he took to the Cariticous Siese,
And kept calling Voo ,mincey,
Maybe he was a cricious piest,
Or he was just a crazidicios phyist!
Inky Dinky Parley Voo,
Was very mitecorioustic too,
He climbed a rotcer pile,
And this time threw a hugistic canile,
It hit a poor Nicarous Tree,
Which was down in a one-o-three,
But it’s roots grew a mictoooroo,
And flrew the chabile back at Voo,
That was the end of his streyu too!
Rashi Soni
Inky Dinky Parley Voo
03/26/2020
An ant called Inky Dinky Parlay Voo
Crawled on curly trail of funky hill blue
Darkly cloud sprayed cranky rain
Slinky drops draped flanky skin
Blinky foreplay of stinky mud she knew.
March 26, 2020
Contest : Inky Dinky Parlay Voo
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Inky dinky due
slither, slinky poo
the snake in the grass
stood up and bit my a...
Wicker wacked it on its head
and there it lay, stiff and dead
inky dinky slew.
Just a silly little ditty
I'm a slump, have pity.
for Caren's contest, not my best,
let's give it all a rest
just for you
my inky dinky doooooooo.
3/24/20
Inky dinky parlay voo?
I’d prefer to nuzzle you!
My eloquence is kind of dinky.
Some might even call it kinky.
That’s ok, for I PARLAY!
And I do it night or day.
I can whisper in your ear
naughty words. You want to hear?
My passion is not inky dinky
See! I’m giving you a winky!
Rinky dinky my love’s NOT.
Come and get it while it’s hot!
March 12, 2020 for Caren Krutsinger's the 'Inky Dinky Parlay Voo' Poetry Contest
Inky Binky
Think she chinky
Milky Ricky
Risky-tricky
~
This key, is key
tricky is he...
~
Mickey Ricky
Icky quickie
Thinks he kingly
3/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Meandering through an old woodland
I pause against an inky night.
But how hard to speak about emptiness
when voices enter my breath
to hiss of past stories...
Although coarse leaves form a debris
Like fractured thoughts that wilt away;
I lean on a barren oak tree
Restraining words from ghostly play...
earth holds me in grief
tangled with moss and nettles
while echoes return
...louder than nightingale’s cry
in trembles of death’s farewell
8/17/2016
Broken Wing’s It Takes Four Contest
The binding groans open
And lets me in
Plunging into the depths
Of a cream colored world
Scents of ancient tomes fills my soul
And I’m addicted
I need a fix
I really need a fix
And I inhale like I’ve never breathed before
My eyes glaze over, and I’m g o n e
Universes I never knew appear
Black holes suck me in, Supernovas explode
Stars dazzle my eyes
As the words sprint across the page
It stole my heart, it did
I’ve never been in love like this before
Running fingers over the inky pages
Texture filling in the ridges of my fingerprints
Flooding my identity
Knowledge makes me
Builds me up to take me down
Into myself
Over and over
Inspiring new thoughts
That I thought were new
But really were hidden under
The dusty covers
If we save literature
If we save books from censorship
If we promote literacy
We can save mankind
And it’s history
The bad and good
Lessons learned and yet to be understood
All the falls and tumbles
Rises and stands
All within the inky pages
Held in my hand