Whoo-
In use of a questioning-
What or which person or people
Interrogative —
Need further information
Giving about of a person
Introduce a clause
A mentioned
Conveying the force of a question.
A hard, interrogate inquisitorial
intrigued
investigative
catechistic
catechistical
Interrogatives are not likely who is being…
Interrogative —
Whoo-
In use of a questioning-
What or which person or people
Interrogative —
WHOO-
1/30/2025
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Recommended holiday reading, this epistle
comes your way as an interrogative missile
~ Whither the Oscar Meyer Wiener Whistle
When I was younger
My lover died from hunger
For God had not flung her
His scraps from the sky
So I covered her over
Neath the cold clay and clover
I buried my lover
Where the hungry all lie
In Flat City, that city
Where I heard the people cry
It taught us and brought us
A reason to die
Then I drank myself numb
Of that Flat City slum
For the trucks had ceased to come
And the taps had run dry.
So I prayed for death to score me
But she chose to ignore me
And as though she never saw me
She simply passed me by.
In Flat City, that city,
Where I waited for reply
But its answers were just chances
To repeat the question, “Why?”
The split level blinks
at Chestnut End under
twilight's tremble, ripping me,
the oily menhaden bait,
from the under boot
The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down
then plunges-up the flotsam
village scrawler
the way you talk
to a blooming night blooming
to a blow-fish blown unsuspecting
of the scuttle, skating the wake away
The insomniacs billow from
their raged ranches, wisely,
and after supper, tumbling
the trickster tumbledowning
the scrawler, the baitster
dip-fished in his own inkwell.
Ripped and chipped
in my underbrush
I hunker down loading
the mossy mossbunkers
inside my spitball.
Kicking, winding up
tumbling down madly aiming
for the ramshackle fence,
escaping once again
in my handsome
lederhosen.
A cricket's trill heralds nightfall;
Dusk drains color, and all looks stark.
And Nature dons a misty shawl,
as fireflies flicker in the dark.
While shadows spread,
the sun bleeds red.
An interrogative owl's call
implies it needs a question mark.
And shifting shadows merge and sprawl,
synchronized with a watchdog's bark.
Night follows day,
that's Nature's way.
Becoming a leader is your way,
You want to be applaused and hailed
And within you hope swims,
But you never ask yourself why.
Why I yawn to be the head?
Do I possess what it takes
To be a great head
That head the people's right?
Void of rustic concern, crispy craving;
Craving for only for your belly filled,
Wrapped you with the veil of wants.
Neglecting good name processing.
Elapsed days may fall upon the present
As huge icicles or snows,
Asking of err of old-days
Like an interrogative person and suspect.
What one reaps, one sows;
Good name never fades.
A servant severs, not serves and loot,
In serving the people's will, he endures pain
And never he steps on one-else-shoe.
Good will, good leading's root.
beheaded blame is constant
love is a crushed, ornamentated adjective to you
yet and still i am under you submissive to your rhythmic therapy
there was a time when i was a thorn searching for a bush
nowadays i am an earthworm looking to be part of a footprint in a neglected garden
yet and still i drink the flavored saliva of your passionate persona
i am proud to be a thief stealing snowflakes of happiness from honest presentations of bliss
i become a dense dunce cutting my finger at the point of the cap that causes migraines
yet and still i lick up the majestic masterpiece disguised as a brilliant secret in continuous bloom
fruitless flagellation performs as parallelism
forever is an interrogative interest descending to you
yet and still i manage to lie to myself and call myself stable, strong and able
It is December 31, the last day of the year.
The nighttime sky is dark, but quite clear.
In Times Square, there is a lighted ball.
The New Year arrives when it makes its fall.
Despite the freezing cold, there is a huge crowd.
They count down the final seconds very loud.
Finally, in New York, it is 2008.
Everyone wishes each other tidings great.
While I walked around Times Square earlier in the day,
I was looking up at billboards a little to my dismay.
There was Nissan, Nikon, and Panasonic on display.
Honda and Toyota cars drove by me today.
How many of you were around on VJ Day?
Most of us are too young to remember 1945.
Very few of us who were around are still alive.
Who has seen the picture in Life Magazine,
where a sailor kissed his woman, and made a scene?
This leaves me to ask with interrogative candor:
From all I see today, who really won the war?
what is what is not is what is too
there is no separation from the One came two
like Hu am i and i am Hu
both imperative and interrogative from the One came two
it is based upon what's known to be true
unity in diversity from the One came two
note: Hu is a phonetic spelling of an arabic word that refers to one of the divine
names of the Creator
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