Okay I now understood what they meant by the school
academy
the uniform is a brotherhood
of man,
tis the gun is yet unknown but only for a little a thing,
little a thing.
How often in our town we often might have thought
this is a kind of cinema or video or news
this is something powerful and fine.
Once it is said let find a school , let do it, and let it be
true for the uniform it admire
and for the uniform is something.
Okay, the world was once a small house that now
is growing, Okay twenty years now passed by- fresh
- and tender.
What does it mean is for-to- concerning this kind of
thinking of school academy?.
Duel
A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths.
She wonders why she fought.
When people go about their day
without so little a thought.
Why did I face Death, she thinks-
and the monsters and the war-
to join the princes who have lived
without so little a chore.
Death has many faces.
Ravens, foxes, sparrows too.
The blackness of the Thames rises up
swallows them beneath its dew.
Drowning, drowning, into your own head.
That's what Death is
a sleep of infinite dread.
Where do you go? When do you go?
No time, no space.
Nothing remains.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Death stopped for me, lifted his head-
left me to my refrains.
People searching, looking, thinking.
But never seeking, feeling, breathing.
Why? To them it's simply nature.
And nature has faces, and nature has places.
And those that prey among the beast
will soon be swallowed by the gale.
With nothing to think about
and nothing to feel.
When you have danced and dined with Death
your skin and veins bleed ink.
And in your life he leaves behind
his foul scent and stink.
PENNILESS AT THE TOLLGATE
Wish I had a cat,
or maybe just a friend.
Mother says it's not the end,
but it is.
Reflections in the mirror,
inspections of the interior.
She's gone, I'm wrong,
and the soul can be so empty.
The milk is sour in the sink.
To wish, to think,
over the horizon the sun peeks,
the Blackbird rumbles then it roars.
A morning breeze or maybe the flap of wings
rustles the curtains.
Yes, it's certain.
The sky is not mine, it never was.
Hubris atop the Big Fish, a mighty serpent,
leaping over the waves, and the mermaids too,
thinking I saddled Old Screw.
I'm in the dirt, and it should hurt.
But I am empty, planted none too deep,
feeling little, a carrot or radish,
ready to be reaped.
A man without a spirit I am, I fear it.
A friend would be fine.
A cat? Just divine.
It would help pass the time 'til the end,
'til the end of mine.
A maiden fair sang through a sunflower field
on a warm autumn day with the wind in her hair
A melody wafted aloft on the breeze
as a cloud frolicked by with so little a care
She smiled as she hummed with a skip in her step
for the song she was singing she knew from the heart
An old happy tune that she sang as a child
when the flowers would bloom and the springtime would start
Her voice it did carry to valleys below
in a magical form of a heavenly grace
The villagers heard it in echoes above
for the sound of her voice brought a smile to their face
They danced by a fountain the town did provide
in their favourite clothes made of cotton and wool
Drinking a brew that was local to them
with a tankard in hand and a comfortable stool
She walked down the hill in a white flowing gown
on a path often used by the children at play
To sing once again this old song from the past
as the others joined in on this wonderful day
She then spread her wings made of silver and gold
and ascended the sky to a place she did love
As the villagers waved saying someday return
for her wonderful voice was a gift from above
squirmy night crawler
how a little, dirt digging
digs the morning lawn
~
squirmy night crawler
little a dirt digging worm
burrows in morning
8/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Boxers
by M. Griswold
01032001
Me little wee be a little a wagg’n.
Swing’n over me little a bagg’n.
It’s a flipp’n round, to and fro.
Bounce’n off me legs, don’t ya know.
It be a jounce’n from left to right.
Cause me boxers are loose, they ain’t tight.
There be to much motion ago’n on down there.
For me wee be aroused and think’n its lighter than air.
All this commotion an rubb’n be an embarass’n thing.
Specially when me wee pops out of me boxers, flangity fling.
Me wonders if it's all worth the freedom me wee does feel.
For me wee has it’s own mind and reacts with a great zeal.
“Corrosion of feelings”, the accusation said. A seal, a signature. I was a bit confused, though, when the judge, a heavyset gentleman with a kind red face, rose from his seat and cuddled me.
- What's your last wish, son? - he asked me sweetly.
No wishes.
- Come on, - he insisted. - Ask the audience, fifty-fifty or call a friend?
The subconscious thirst for feeling things the way normal humans do tries to turn even nothingness into something resembling human, to give weight to weightlessness, to attach sense to nonsense, so it was not surprising that they caught me by surprise when I saw the prosecutor's face contort: he was crying. I can imagine how the executioner will be upset to align me a little – a local euphemism. Poor butcher!
you are so callous -
he'll tell me slightly later
feeling my thin neck
31.08.2019
Ten Word Challenge 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
at a farmhouse of West Hill, NY
drizzling or the flowing breeze
little a bit far
a butterfly and a moth
busy in gossiping on the lilac,
busy in gossiping on the hibiscus
on the ground a withered leaf
ants walk on it as if write something
robin flies and tweets for a souvenir
stranger comes and goes with pen, white paper
it's an ordinary palace
palace of writings for all
great to small, short to tall
it's a place, birthplace
where live world literature grace
-June 13, 2019 Chattogram
Truth is a mouthful of blood -spit upon a Persian rug
a kick to the balls in the middle of the sweetest dream
karma doesn't stop chewing until the souls licked clean
and what of our far off god -that mysterious golden being,
stirring hell into our soil since we were mustard seeds.
Everyone thinks of offing themselves from time to time
usually when we're running low on honey and wine
when mad horses trample over our parched field lives.
Something brings most back from the brink
maybe it's the bouncing star baby sleeping in the crib
or the dirty plunger when it finally frees up the sink.
You may as well dance because it's more painful to crawl
kiss a stranger on the mouth, have yourself a ball
but don't bounce the ball off the devil's burning grass
or he just may kick down your little white picket fence
and light up your happy little a$$.
I need to be alone
There are too much in the world out there
Too little a self was known
To eventually bring about a life without a care
To be the best from becoming the worst
To be the worst from becoming a best
Living life in short burst
Today... we need recreate rest
How did we fall or to begin?
How did we rise or to achieve?
Does it matter to once have been?
Does it matter to believe?
Now that I know I’m alone
I fit in
To finally be able to find what won’t
I dream
I know myself once to try to own
Living in a world we share
And I need to be alone
With too much and too little out there
.................................
Genre : life
Song: majestic submarine forests by Steven price
DON’T COME AND SEE ME WHEN I’M GONE COME NOW WHILE I’M LIVING---
Come and see me when I’m gone
Come on and visit me when I’m gone
Come and see me when I’m gone
Oh! But I would rather you see me now
I would rather you see me when I am alive
Would you say a prayer for me
Would you pray for me
Could you say a little a pray for me
I am sure, if you say a prayer for me
I’d be cured,
I would rather you see me when I am alive
By and by I don’t want you to say by
Come by the by help me to receive my side
Jesus is my healer and He covers me
I am not alone on this journey ride
I would rather you see me when I am alive
Come and see me when I’m gone
Come on and visit me when I’m gone
Come and see me when I’m gone
Oh! But I would rather you see me now
I would rather you see me when I am alive
11/28/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I don’t understand
Why all the great artists
Have to be depressed as f***
To be great.
I feel like my sadness
Is tantamount to my success.
I can’t finish my work-
Can’t find the motivation
To even call my f****** boyfriend-
Because I’m on the road
To the Next Big Thing!
I’m miserable because I’m driving
Along the highway of creativity.
F*** that.
I’m f****** miserable
Because my brain is in the s***s,
And I’m a pessimistic little a*****e
Because I don’t remember
What it was like
When I was the chipper, peppy little b****
Who flirted with everything that moved
And ate herself sick
And wore her hair in a greasy ponytail
With eyeshadow smeared across her face
And a massive, s***-eating grin
Splitting already split lips.
I have had a fairly good week
So far
Got plenty of beauty sleep
Eat pretty well only a couple of Burger's and Chips
And drank relatively little a few Beers and Shots
So why do i still feel like ****
Is it because
Its only 8 o'clock
Monday morning
And I am late for work
How did you do it?
Somehow you knew it.
You brought out the best in me
Because now I can finally see
Chorus
Love is powerful and has the power
To change a little a boy into a strong man
I never should have walked out on you
I just did what my daddy did
You were so amazing and had every right
to throw in the towel
But for some reason you stayed by my side
I was the one to leave
Yeah I was the to leave
Chorus
Love is powerful and has the power
To change a little a boy into a strong man
I never should have walked out on you
I just did what my daddy did
Bridge
All I want to do is make you happy always
You are my heart and soul and now I’m
completely whole
I will never walk away again
You are my life
I want you as my wife
We are married now
and I'm living every man’s dream
Our life hasn't always been perfect
but we make a great team
Chorus
Love is powerful and has the power
To change a little a boy into a strong man
I never should have walked out on you
I just did what my daddy did
Repeat Bridge
4-18-17
Alexis Y.
Slow and steady wins the race,
Little by little,a life builds,
Moment by moment,time walks,
Age to age,I'll grow.
Learning a little everyday.
And not spending all my time in play.
And still inside me,this rule shall dwell;
For what is worth doing is worth doing well.
I'll do well,whatever I'm to do.
Slow and steady,I'll learn to know,
The supremacy of knowledge of long ago,
The principality of wisdom of time.
And in days to come,we shall see,
That life will be better for me.
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