Lefts Poems

A Theft Called Circle

Singularity
Epitome of clarity
Pitter patter rarely
Potter’s dreams can’t scare me
Still frame
New game
You and I are not the same
I ebb omen and I flow Roman
Never stopped, steamrollin’
The chosen showman
Man of the show
Light up like somethin you know
Attention with proper intention
Then disappear with your patterns
Trips around Saturn
One left and then one right turn
But never two lefts
Because two lefts makes a theft
A theft called circle
Conniving like Steve Urkel

Door

• Down the hallway, take 2 lefts
• Take a right and find a right
• Hear it crying? Knock on it twice
• The crying will be no more

Cock Burn's

“cock burn’s”


my ship has kissed the lips
of the mighty Mississip

to port to abort 
my righted lefts

except accepting
tooth’s toothpicked

ship shape
built in a

bottle 

of
porto

Going For a Spider Walk

I awoke as a spider
With eight legs planted
Steady I stood there
Level not slanted

Which is not bad
With nothing to prove
Until I was bored
And needed to move

Eight legs after all
Were more than I knew
How do deal with
And I hadn’t a clue

I moved the front left
Then shifted two rights
Then two more lefts
But it didn’t seem right

For I spun around
Counter clockwise
And repeated that way
For twenty two tries

Maybe I should go
Right, right, right
Left right left
Then a left, right?

But that didn’t help
I was far from deft
Coz each time I tried
I left out a left

That left me tired
So I went back to bed
Though had a nightmare
About spinning a web!

I Forgot the Road

to memory lane
planned my way
to every disaster
the path travelled always the lesser
all the rights i took were wrong
all the lefts
have left me here
forwards not to come
and passed the past i had

Shame On You Media

Civil War inspired by media.
Civil War dividing us by black and white.
Civil War dividing us by religions and beliefs.
Civil War screaming all liberals are this.
All Republicans are that.
All Democrats are the other….

The propaganda to divide u s 
is labeling us in a lump category daily.
All rights….
All lefts….
I hate liberals, my sister says.
She never had an opinion until now.
Facebook takes down all of her videos.
They say she is inciting violence.
She was never a Democrat or a Republican or a Trumpster
until now.

Media, what are you doing? 
Media, why do you want us divided?
Civil War was no fun in 1863, and it will not be fun now.
Brother against brother, wife against husband, black against white.
Media, if you have to do anything, please talk about 
Taxation without representation
Because until we know our vote counts as much as everyone else’s vote,
We will continue to be malleable, and angry and upset.
Media, let’s abolish The Electoral College.
Isn’t it time you fought for the greater good?
To offset what you have done to tear us apart?

Circle Squared

two wrongs
don't make
a right

lost trying 
to find a
parking
spot

driving
around
the block
i found that

two lefts
do make
a right

Reversing Appointed Times

I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.

For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother's
redundant DNA nurturing womb.

But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.

These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption

For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wounds and reweavings
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.

As Time Goes By

As Time Goes By

I remember immortality
The feelings of elation and joy
We have in the blush of youth
Choosing new paths each day
Brilliant with texture and color
Never giving a thought to
Life being impermanent or
Quickly turning calendar pages
That don’t get our attention
Until they’ve passed on by
No focus on it being early April
Today and mid-November 
When we awaken tomorrow
Youthful olfactory senses
Never smelling the primordial
Changes lying in waiting ambush
As our shadows begin walking 
Behind us rather than in front
And shortly thereafter we begin
The dance of aging and face
New daily choices whose colors
Are not quite as vibrant and
Come in a texture more corse
Then the smooth lefts and rights
Of a long since passed youth and
Now we get to choose once again
This time aware of our mortality
Whether we want to live in fear
Or elect to enjoy each moment
As the gift that it is...

Understanding Yhwh

Do I politically understand you
YHWH
enough
to predict you enjoy your unpersonified ego
as partly successful predator-light
racing against mortality shared by all living species
because we are not yet godly resilient enough?
To meet your supreme judgmental win/lose zero-sum standards
of natural/spiritual dual/dark degeneration.

Have you deliberately,
with full intent,
designed living systems
to fall apart 
beyond our internal capacity
to perpetually regenerate?
To fragment, eventually
degrade beyond autonomous recognition,

Like an autumn leaf
leaving ego's immortal goddess tree of life behind
to fertilize future god-souled roots
of nutritional RNA
healthy DNA
fertility of EarthMother's'
self-perpetuating regenerativity;
yet still squabbling,
on co-empathic occasion,
in-between whether the apostrophe 
goes lefts or rights
of our original EarthSouls's.

Do I understand you
YHWH
regeneratively win/win inclusive enough?
For godly-humane compassion,
resilient interdependent yang-yin communication,
to live within hypothetical hyphen's'
spiraling temporal health and happiness roots 
ZeroZen 
nutritional multi-regenerational imagination.

Holly's War - From Holly War's Mural

Purple skies. 
I smell the scent of gunsmoke. 
Bodies rested in a pool of blood. 
A foolish love. 
I've been unplugged. 
With a skyview. 
Purple haze spilling through the clouds. 
Proof. 
I'm free. 
Mentally. 
These chains freezing physically. 
Rigidly. 
Making veins of ice. 
Vividly. 
You see my shine. 
A young Godd with a vision. 
Visualizing all the odds. 
Some odds lefts incisions. 
Above the odds, I am. 
I must. 
Ricocheting bullets drown out the music. 
An attempt to kill the spirit. 
Immortal like Sun. 
Phoenix. 
The one to rise 6 from dirt. 
The one composed of 6 till hearse. 
Bred to 6 at birth. 
War born. 
Dressed for the night they make me star. 
Dust. 
I rise.

Ethereal Riff

How could
it have 
gone?
I see 
paths,
so many 
paths.
Infinite
in nature.
Twist and
and turns,
lefts and rights.
Fork after fork
choice after
choice.
How
to navigate?
Where to 
turn?
Each path,
unique.
Each path
a different 
reality.
Different 
universe.
Different 
endings,
different life.
Choice after 
choice.
Many
outcomes 
to be had.
God’s 
eye view.
All have
 occurred.
Infinite lives
lived, 
experienced
all!

Oh Maiden Fair

OH MAIDEN FAIR


Oh Maiden Fair
On the yard in the moonlit night
Ah! Fair maiden, playing the ladle
Crossing lefts while going right
Canvas curtain covers while your bathen
Oh Maiden Fair
Under light
In the night
Beautiful maiden music you're playing
You have princes and kings falling


7/24/18
written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

All of Our Kisses With Giggles

all of our kisses with giggles
for her it's like the first steps of a lovers dance
how wonderfully dizzy it makes you feel
how you long to be lost in those moments 
for her it's like a taste of forever
for her it is us
all the moments of us 
all the passion and light
all the lefts with the rights

all of our kisses with giggles
treasures them like jewels sparkling 
like reflections of the sky in a summer rains puddle
heavens are found in the simplest lovers embrace
and renders them in deep flowing waking dreams
with all the colors of a hearts rainbow
all the moments of us
passion and light

all of our kisses with giggles
naked in the night while we lay entwined
adorned in latest fashion among the beautiful people
wherever our lovely hearts wander
are the moments of us
a lovers dance that captivates us
lost in her while she's in lost in me
a new heaven found each day in her embrace
a sweeter song in her every loving word
all the moments of us 
all the passion and light
all the lefts with the rights

© 2018 mark john junor all rights reserved

The Bumpy Road

The highway of life is full of potholes and bumpy pavement that at times seems to turn our lives into one major jar to our tailbones after another. We survive the constant pounding as best we can with a smile and a gritty determination to make it through to our final destination, wherever that may be. It seems we have little choice but to make the best of things as life comes at us and keeps coming at us time after time again testing our durability and stick-to-itiveness. Even as we age one might think life would ease up on its constant pounding but instead it just keeps right on with a new deluge of rights and lefts to the chin just to remind us that the bumpy road ain’t at its end until life says it’s at its end.  So life isn’t that “bowl of cherries” some would have us believe. It’s a hard road but it’s a road that we must all travel once thrust naked into a world where mysteries abound and beauty drenches the landscapes of this planet called Earth that we call home where time is the unrelenting master and the vastness of space becomes the next road we must seek to conquer as we return to the dust from which we came.

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