Embroiled in
Pre-dawn delusions
Assuming the
Cloud covered moon is
Destroying its symbolism
For my own amusement
As the parking lot becomes
Mystical, enlightened
Full of
Ambient apparitions
Of the eternal type
With the coyotes barking
And my
Inner self yawning
I see an old radio
Centered in the prosaic grass
I am told I must
Change the station
I am afraid to touch it
Even if the angel Gabriel came
To force my hand
I would scream like a
Ferrell cat
And
Dance like a madman
Like the saint known as the
Fool of Christ
Drunken, with glass in hand
Fooling the townspeople
With disguised piety
Hidden within his hermitage
Back to the
Vision of an
Old radio
Against my own fear
I turn it on and
Tune it to the first station
I can hear an old man
With a
1920's type
Radio host's accent
Like Pathe news
All over again
In wartime England
And in his dialogue
Thru a slight crackle
I can hear him disclose my
Location
To what I assume to be
A company of demons
Yes, this is a predicament
Too long and
Exhaustive for a
Simple poem
Tune in for the
Next installment...
Sleepless, the body becomes
a mind map strung out on a bed,
color coded in degrees of pain.
Each movement sends an update,
a glowing patch of deepening red
or a lava line of heat solidifying
into a poker branding plunge
with a white hot X.
Staying still is only a temporary
reprieve, a lull for nerves to reset
and crank up for the next assault.
Inhabited space pressurizes
to send throbs pounding
on the walls of each weary cell
accompanied by waves
of relentless ache.
Thoughts clamber upwards
looking for a way out
but fall back into a dark
gravity, consumed by
that agonizingly slow countdown
when the next dose of oblivion
can be dribbled out of a pill
which, with any luck,
should get you through
until morning creeps across
your bed
with another installment.
Pain
Written: by Miracle Man
7/3/2023
I’ve been personally acquainted with all sorts of pain,
but through each installment Jesus was my crutch.
My feelings were real not something I would feign,
sometimes my pain was brought on during a clutch.
I’ve known physical pain and anguish of the heart,
but Jesus sympathized with my weakness and pain.
For He was tempted in all things not just in a part,
no matter what comes next I’ll try not to complain.
Thank you Jesus,
for blessing me with a high pain tolerance.
Tom
I hope you're aware what you're doin' --
Got a bad feeling you're not
We may be headin' into ruin --
Maybe lookin' at the Doomsday clock
When that end-times gong chimes out,
Who will come to your defense
To say you were roundin' up the cattle
Behind the electrified fence?
I saw death on the installment plan
I saw a Petri dish full of rage
I saw animals eyes in the darkness
I saw the Great Idea in a cage
Still I dream that we'll recover
Someday in the future tense,
And not brand and poke one another
Behind an electrified fence
Electrified fence --
Ain't there no place to turn
All you sinners
May you reconsider
As you feel your hides start to burn
When you're puttin' your love on layaway,
And you pay for it as you go;
When you're tellin' your lover to stay away
'cause you're scared where the heart might go --
Don't be surprised when the bank moves in
And seizes your land and your tents
And you're forced to move in with your animal friends
By the electrified fence
life drain that needs a new installment
over flow, the curvaceous wash of social media
privacy perishable, burden of risk
tech gadgetry, finger punched detachment
tangle of cyber speak, sheared discourse
movement pitched in Tik Tok rhythm
always another world to screen into
change that covers me like mud
Poem revised: June 17, 2021
In life I slept
worried,
installment due ...
mortgages...
In death, sepulchral sleep ...
no requirements
sans scares,
without collectors `
at the door...!
Anxious Kate
could never be late
Up at 3:30
she began to worry
Got to work two hours early
sat around growing surly
Kate's morning dragged on
with many a yawn
By lunch break
her hands would shake
Her afternoon seemed long
she'd do everything wrong
The last hour Kate skipped
and she got pink-slipped
Plunged into depression deep
Poor Kate couldn't sleep
She couldn't get up early
which really had her worried
She became intent on taking her life
but couldn't find a suitable knife
So, she wended her way to Canterbury, dressed as a pilgrim
where she met a dashing Londoner by the name of William...
Here's hoping this tale has filled your void
next installment you'll find in any tabloid
i’ve been shot.
this is hysterical.
i mean historical.
this is good
no, better.
the softest tip, not even
a black and blue pinch.
meanest
no, but yes
meaningful.
amazing grace in a tube;
i’ve trusted a God that is good
up to this point,
forever still —
not ill.
should i bend over for the second installment?
now that
would
be
hysterical;
historical too.
perhaps for this i’d keep my mask on
my face —
red underneath.
3/24/2021
opposite sexes
in front of a decayed installment
there were two figures
one observer
posing in front of the installment
they were semi-naked
reaching for the installment
all that's stirring is confinement
briefly I'll enjoy the testament
while I'll embrace the sentiment
9/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
I've appointed to my favor of judgemental installment kicking to knock down my demons that expand my universe never let it ruin my soul in God grace. "GOD" got me in his savor as I bless him spiritually as I capture his spiritual healing for my soul that needs saving forever in the Lords name as I ask for his blessing of faith never feel pain and misery always true blessings that I seek always and forever and eternity to my soul in "GOD" my faith and his true religion and glory with sanctified faith and spiritual healing.
“Orgasmic Bliss”
I lay you down on your back so that I may stare into your eyes
Slowly I begin to make love to you in a more sensual way
Kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts, and your ears
Hearing you moan as I make love to the most beautiful woman in the world
You start to move your hips thrusting them towards me
Trying to get my entire length in your welcoming vagina
I push forward trying to give you what you want as I bottom out
Our lips meet as our tongues become entangled driven with pure lust
I break our kiss just for a moment so that I can look into your hazel eyes
They open then close with each thrust forward into you
You are so beautiful I am unwilling to take my blue eyes off of yours
No longer having lustful sex rather making love passionately
You begin to thrust even harder into me and I can feel you getting close
Your tightness around my tool let’s me know you are getting close
I too can feel my balls tighten and my hips move faster to match your thrusts
Without warning we both explode in orgasmic bliss as you release your sweet honey
A brand new car fresh off the dealer's lot.
What a delightfully wonderful smell you've got.
A month from now, the first installment I will pay.
By then, that new car smell will have gone away.
Inspired by another member's poem.
A time is reached in life if one remains
Alive to tell the tale: those certain things
He once performed routinely, ascertains
The notion, habits must desist which brings
About awareness: His mortality.
Employment ends; Retirement is here.
The monthly saving wanes. Frugality
submits to lavish tastes. The thirty year
Installment loan is paid. But now he’s glum.
He now forbears purchasing bananas
That are unripe for fear his death may come
before they ripen. Shakespeariana
Unfolding: Final act that yields a frown:
The man’s demise, they ring the curtain down.
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