Jointed Poems | Examples

Rejecting The Wolf

A foul stray-dog stink and a head smooth and pink, 
A mouth full of razor sharp fangs
A gloss headed monster? The long-missing link?
He dines upon beast-hunter gangs

Its arms double jointed, its ears they are pointed
With hair sprouting downward from there
A long snout in place on his hair covered face
Means your blood he can smell in the air

He’ll sneak with such stealth which is bad for your health
For if you don’t spot him you’re dead
A few see him coming and make their escape
When the moon reflects off of his head

I’ve seen it in zombies and sometimes in ghouls
I think there’s been vampires as well
I once wrote a novel about this mad beast
My publisher said, “It won’t sell.”

He told me, “I’m sorry, I don’t like the story,
It’s silly, I can’t applaud this…”
But what he called ‘silly’ was my pride and joy…
‘The Werewolf With Male Pattern Baldness.’

Hands

They are smart.
And jointed.
They can tell time.
Knowing when to rub my face in the morning.
Or when to throw my backpack to the floor after school.
My mom thinks I fidget too much.
The hands know.
They are working to solve something but can’t speak.
I flip a coin.
Heads is better.
Tails don’t help us much.
Unless you’re a cat.
I adjust my glasses.
It’s very natural and smooth.
I rub my head sometimes.
It doesn’t itch so I don’t understand.
But the hands know.
Maybe hands,
Just have hobbies too.

CHITLIN CIRCUIT-

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines

I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
 Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe 
Neither lamb fry nor black pot 

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical


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Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual

11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Worse and Worse

Bet is bandy
Hair quite sandy
Thin and tall
Nose too small
Ears stick out
Lips that pout
Chin is pointed
Double-jointed
Arms are long
Hands too strong
Teeth all bad
Bet's so sad

Get Back Angel Ghost

I
As a person
Me

Without devoid of a spine

Green

Buckle at jointed knee
Cap in hand
Crackle like the wilderness
Inside my stagnant mind

My skin is red to the bone
She'd upon my empty bed

So care no more
Angel fair
Ghost of nowhere
Declare the wanting is pray over

For if as please be for the deaf
Born with pallets cleft
Numb and horse of voice

1 , 2 , 3
A , b , C

Then open up my heart
So my eyes dare feel
In which or whatsoever category
I should sit

In order to fulfill my remit of aligning interplanetary love division

So I can bleach , spit , and shine my
Hubbard shoe's and house in order

Before I red bone buckle and she'd
this ghostly angel back

From whence it came unto me

Clerihew Man Ray

Multi talented American Man Ray
with Dada&Surrealism had much to say
His famous jointed mannequin*
was perhaps not the place to begin

*http://www.artnet.com/artists/man-ray/aline-et-valcour-jNS5kqWwm3VMSguQdullaw2

An Unusual Unconstitutional Cunning Consumer Man-

His disposition sweet and sour
Laden personality stuck by the hour
A water bearer  an Aquarius
Hot pink, missing link

An unusual unconstitutional cunning consumer man
Just buying time crossing righteousness line
Doused in the oils at the fragrances of sinner strands

Adjust how can he stand
He needs to be reprimand

Snow day in the middle of summer
Spotlight shadows in the bright
Double jointed Gemini
Double piercing blinking eyes

And unusual unconstitutional cunning consumer man
Just buying time crossing righteousness line
Dressed in a suit of unrighteousness in flaming pants

Missing Link hot pink
Sinner man happen stands

11/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Stole Sweater Which Would Upset Her

when she saw letter
said someone stole her sweater
which would upset her
 
to control sanity
God herded up humanity
cleaned cluttered vanity

for better or worse
God did put poems in my purse
helped me write this verse

God helped bare the strain
put many poems in my brain
some were found in Spain

God has been my friend
message to me He did send
save from sin intend

God was a recorder
must build a better border
accepted His order

never anointed
by God a priest appointed
was double jointed

God went room to room
Swept out each one with His broom
made us bride and groom

Nuptially Content Is What I Am

Luminous as a star jointed at the seam with darkly hue, it 
Imbibes the centipede of heaven's bliss and then releases  
Quizinary scents of blueberry sachets. Permeating the night  
Undulating it to motion with liquid verbosity it is light itself   
Invigorated by the ocean sprays , it tells my fingers to    
Do the math, " I am as moon as the star is star " it says    

Legendary as a module of the starry sky it enhances and 
Umpires the realm of my sweet imagination 
Nuptially, it marries me in and inspires me to 
Amalgamate myself to its lustre and twinkle  

Laces of light emit from far and wide, she is clandestine  
Alleviating all my worries for another day.   I am a mere spectator
Clinging to the notion that some day I will join her crescent  
Endearing me to her heart, she is my lantern in the night...

March 6, 2019

I Met God and He Was a F Ucking Psychopath

i once woke up and ate the bones in a tomb deep in
the sunken eyes of a faded god
the faded eyes of a sunken god
             a
sunken 
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              g
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                   l

in the red water in the ghastly trenches at the pit of the universe
opening his mouth, screaming silence in sprite bubbles
on their way to each corner of this one plane
where selfless means not having a self

he once fell off the bleachers in gym class and broke off his jaw
it was hanging by a noose from the roof of his coffin
his neck twisted and blood falling from his mouth like he had eaten Betelgeuse and a wormhole formed in his spine
a distorted face peeling open like the paint of a doll
revealing plastic ball-jointed pieces
gnawing mechanically in spirals

he once pulled up to my house in a holographic Dodge Charger
and asked me if i wanted to dry swallow crystal balls with him
his license plate read “666”
and right beneath it was a bumper sticker that read “Try God. 101.7.”
i remembered it like it was tomorrow
i cried but only flesh came out
so i shook it off like a dog and went far away to die

My Own Two Feet

I walk on given precious gems
far better than a crown of gold
two stands with jointed wiggling stems
to bring me places yet untold

As swift as wind, gentler though
to climb the highest rocky peaks
for dashing past the trees that grow
beside the spring time lazy creeks

Graceful, still, awkward Why?
Getting longer, skilled, with age
many shoes, new pairs to fly
a ballerina takes the stage

They're mine, not perfect but complete
down below, my own two feet

An Empty Space Beside Me

An empty space

There is an empty space that walks
Beside me: a shimmering in the 
Fabric of the air.
No boundaries define this space
Until memories slip in, to give
Form, voice, palpable
Presence.
Who might this person be who
Is there, yet a phantom, transparent
Expression of my past?
My Mother walks there, stiff jointed
With age, gruff voiced and grey
Haired, yet bringing a smile to my
Lips, and joy.
Then my Father, a pigeon pair we,
In gait and voice; anxious, articulate,
Pedantic, perfectionist. Dead too
Young.
Memory fills the space with the 
Nearness of love, the fleeting
Images of childhood, or raw 
Emotion of adolescence.
As I walk the street, the empty
Space becomes the passing
Parade of my life, a picture book
Of memories.
It is the gallery of my grieving
Now laid to rest, each passing
Accepted.

Save you; who is a hundred 
Phantoms, each one a caricature
Of hope, of despair, of perplexed
Grief. You are the empty space 
That walks beside me, a shimmering
In the fabric of the air.

Gecko

Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl

So I blink, too tired to contemplate the enemy who stalks
Unruly neighbor holding night long juice jointed jamborees
Where alcohol steams the atmosphere with its truth venom
Inhaling vapours that create this courage that carries cowards

Yes I will blink, sleep deprived laborer courting reluctant pens
Refusing to yield hidden gems and buried treasures like jade
And tanzanite blue rhythms that accompany melodies and dirges
Legend has it that only the cry of the lion is met with sympathy
That of the lamb actions firing coals and flaring wood piles
Eager to consume flesh of the flesh returning it to the soil
Crosses are only temporary and sting in Easter
If carried by the many Simons that dot our unholy lives
Mother was the first and most enduring taken for granted
Only Gecko’s know the patient denuding effects of focus

Turning this pages that refuse to yield riches
And daily only seem to offer me
The menses of aborted dreams

The Spider

The Spider


      The spider climbs from inside a drawer
      Then, on eight legs he scuttles to the floor
      Walking closely by the kitchen wall
      Moving slowly toward the open door.

      On hairy jointed legs he stops and waits
      Then he turns and appears to concentrate.
      Looking at me with large arachnid eyes,
      For a moment he seems to hesitate.
 
      I wonder now, what can he see
      (I do not know arachnid 'he' or 'she')
      His expression is meant to terrify,
      He's staring intensely straight at me

      Should I run away or should I stay?
      Then, to my absolute dismay
      This tiny monster that seems so large,
      (Something I remember until today),	

      Springs suddenly up on to my chair,
      Not heeding that I am sitting there.
      I give a loud cry of great surprise
      Then, (it is genuine I do declare),

      This alarming monster is no more,
      He turns and scuttles toward the door.
      No longer a hairy fiend grown large,	
      Just a tiny spider on the floor.

      Barry Stebbings
      4/5/2016

Skip To My Lou

best friend, children, first love, games, heartbreak, life, moving on,

SKIP TO MY LOU! ©

Harmonizing rhythms
Rotations synchronize to
Skip to My Lou
My Darlings

Couples take up ends
Two turn rope 'required'
Like me with you

Two ends
One jumper
Take turns
Work ends timing.


Double Dutch
Double quick
Pavement recounts
All the licks!

Skipped times
Challenges anew
Missteps loose turns
Rope Splits
Stop skip


Mid crisis
Ends must be reunited
Another ‘Skip To My Lou’
Game starts

More to chance 
With knotted ends
'Jointed' again
Start the count-down
One, two, three,four, 
You missed stepped--- 
And loose
My turn!

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