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Ventilating Truth

If ever we needed to ventilate,

it is now…the thickening tragedy

of lies have become too heavy

for the respiration of living truth…

 

Indeed…the dire situation

has reached lunging capacity

and the alveoli of reality

are sparking gut-wrenching

diarrheic retribution…

 

Breathe people…breathe…

check the yellowing mane…

strings of manipulation pulling

thin loose-lips of a sinking ship…

 

Breathe people…breathe…

the corona of truth shines

its bright light of truth…glowing

around the dark moon of deceit

of Americanism’s tragic turn…

 

Be mindful… people …scapegoats

come and go…in God, we must trust…

rather than loaning our sacred lives

to ill-fated government iniquities…

 

As believers—in the Lenten resurrection—

let us be about the business of resuscitation

of our beloved dying nation—yes …ours—built

by the blood-brick masonry of our Ancestors…

Dreams

Dreams

Latest dreams: loaning a 
small sum of 
money to 
the daisy patch on the 
east side of
the front yard; at an early stage in 
development preaching not elementary language to
claylike people; watching expressionlessly bark and 
stick ****; furthering the cause of
adverse effects (it’s better to not live a 
lie); encouraging the black birds on
the cement path out front to
never go after 
money, benefit, profit, power, and 
so forth by 
unprincipled means.

Beloved Daughter Ella We Miss You Moore a Dedicated Verse To Ella Pearl Moore-

"You gave her heart, you gave her your breathe;
A loving family, she was my sis;
We miss you Moore;
You speech was golden;
You heart did help;
We miss you so,
Passion chosen glorious
You are your Father's Child, Daughter you rise;
Gone back home forth eternity long;
We will see you on thee O' by N by for sure;
We miss you so
We miss you Moore

Elohim Father thank you for loaning us Beloved "
Ella Pearl Moore 


7/24/2023
BELOVED DAUGHTER ELLA We Miss you MOORE
Written a dedicated verse by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©

A Haiku Conversation

We should spend Christmas 
In Paris this year with Jean 
Christmas in Paris?

Spectacular plan
Let's buy the tickets and call 
Early and  call Jean 

Just then Tommy turned 
To them loaning his senses 
"I HOPE I'M GOING!"

"Intercontinental 
Paris  -  Le Grand great!"
"We need plan tickets."

Christmas in Paris 
With joyful friends Jean Paul and
Laurent Paul hurrah!

I can hardly wait 
Razzle dazzle Joan screamed hurrah!
Razzle dazzle day!

Come On Down To the Savoury Hotel

I shall try not to give you the impression that on the Iowa Frontier
We are either a swindler, a thief, or a joker but come closer, my dear.
You might want to check into the Savoury Hotel. This is quite clear.
Do not worry. Your peacock and hippopotamus are already here.
We have your favorite snacks, and in the frig is cold beer. 

Oh, there is a dilemma? Well, please do not broadcast that.
I want my guests to enjoy their vertical activities in this flat.
We have a universal TV set up, and there is play station and a cat.
If you come stay with us, so what do you say to that?
If you are checking in late, the key will be under the mat.

The hippopotamus is already down in the casino, bending a chair.
The peacock is preening in front of the mirror, with nary a care.
The Iowa Frontier’s Savoury Hotel is ready, and our prices are fair.
We are waiting for you, honey. You may bring cousin Lair.
If you do not turn up soon, we are loaning your bed to a bear.

Heartbeat of America

Red white and blue – unity a sense of pride
The flag brings Viet Nam into my mind
I wish we would have been more supportive
To the young men and women who served

We can rectify that; hold our parades
Honor them, as they honored us
Some giving the ultimate sacrifice
Others loaning limbs and minds

United forever, all for one and one for all
Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride
My heart explodes with feelings of honor and courage
Hand over heart, I feel the heartbeat of America.

My Muses

I have several muses inside my mind.
One is Trixie, and she loves to rhyme.
Another, Pixie is somber and sad.
Wixie and Blixie just want to be bad.

As you may have guessed, Trixie is the ultimate muse queen.
She loves the rhyming cat contests, not being obscene.
These muses of mine want to be fed daily, and in their own way.
I am merely loaning them my typing hands, they are merry and gay.

A fifth muse, who shall not be named, pops up once in a while.
Angry, somber, dank and dour, she never gives chuckle or pretty smile.
When she begins writing, we recognize it is going to be free verse.
Corpses, howling things, grizzly bear killings, monsters and worse.

The truth is that since I began writing about three years ago.
My persnickety muses will not allow me to take my time or go slow.
They are opinionated and sassy, assertive, aggressive and mean.
We all stand back when She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is the queen.

Once Upon

Upon a time
I owned every summer.
I held copyrights on clear sunny mornings
and long timeless days.
Young girls that, upon a time, had laid down
in the long, sweet grass with a boy,
and hawks that led to the far ahead, path-finding
for sneakers, I knew them all.

Then a summer light began to leak
from cold fingers.
The slow dead of night
wrote many a head-dream for the sleepless,
it was then that emerging truths recalled
that some sunny summers were only fiction;
were tales stolen from another boys life,
and some summers were too real to be revisited,
for they lived still in a black and white 
horror movie.

Other summers borrowed their sunshine,
subleasing girls not laid with,
and loaning hawks that never flew,
they were ‘upon a time’ props.
Maybe, upon a time,
we all had magic flying sneakers
that could enter any summer day we chose
…maybe.

Georgia

we pulled the antique shoebox  out without memory 
until we opened it 
tiny bits of fluff in the form of a teeny jacket
trimmed with ribbon 
an embroidered lamb
no lock of hair
photos of a baby who lived but a day
we understood this angel had a short time to be with us
we carried her around and sang to her
we gave her all the love we could in those thirty-nine hours
we prayed over her with intensity
but God had another plan for Georgia
Loaning her to us for but a short time
possibly so we could understand that life is precious

Ventilating Truth

Ventilating Truth—Breathing…

If ever we needed to ventilate,
it is now…the thickening tragedy
of lies have become too heavy 
for the respiration of living truth…

Indeed…the dire situation
has reached lunging capacity
and the alveoli of reality
are sparking gut-wrenching
diarrheic retribution…

Breathe people…breathe…
check the yellowing mane…
strings of manipulation pulling
thin loose-lips of a sinking ship…

Breathe people…breathe…
the corona of truth shines
its bright light of truth…glowing
around the dark moon of the deceit
of Americanism’s tragic turn…

Be mindful… people …scapegoats
come and go…in God, we must trust…
rather than loaning our sacred lives
to ill-fated government iniquities…

As believers—in the Lenten resurrection—
let us be about the business of resuscitation 
of our beloved dying nation—yes …ours—built 
by the blood-brick masonry of our Ancestors…

Sassy Nature's Spell

hoisted rusty reels
punctured passion peeled
felon fiery feast
callous crisp creed
lofty lift lent
hankering heels etched

smothered skin bruised
hale cell cruised
clipped, lanky crew

vying vessel squashed
haughty pandemic trashed
loaning taunted trance

Jerusalem now hell
sassy nature's spell.
     '20:03:14:11:21

Note: Was supposed to submit this to a contest organized by Poetrysoup.com organizers, but missed the deadline. Twas yesterday. Quite saddening. Contest on this Corona Virus.

She Was But a Chickadee

she was but a chickadee 
small but mighty 
with a soaring heart 
that included everyone
flying in the sun she felt her strength
loaning it out to whoever needed her
she was but a chickadee
with the faith God gave her
and it was more than enough

Lusty Lips

lusty lips loaning
punctured passion pruning
hoisted pairs hankering
drooping damped drips
ace tactic tiers
gulped gaunt tears

pulpy passion plying
per lips lurching
turbulent war whooshing

bounty boobs blushing
ferocious fingers fiddling
damped bridges puking

lusty lips lurching
clipped bodies crunching.
     19:11:24:09:26

Melody

It started on D - flat, 
succulent & succinct 
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats. 
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando

riffs tampered with the tune, 
notes trailing tracks of crest, 
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts

accompanying baritone, 
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo, 
an atlas

And then clef, 
embellishing the melody, 
encore spill the best, 
swift fortemente

Hearts lured, 
esophagus of the musician
shifting. Pure
steps moving in pleasure, 
as the lyrics complimented
the melody

A coda:
a flat accompaniment
severed the passion
as the keys & notes did melt

tumult in rhythm, 
sundry languages inflected
the lyrics. 

like concerto grosso
of courante on 
bagpipes, accordion, 
harps, obeos & paino. 

now we're stuck
in the maze of this music, 
no virtuoso could make meaning of
the tune, lyrics or melody

but we're moving our bodies, 
till those that gets weary
goes to hear death's string. 
     19:09:22:18:47

There's Snow In My Heart

There's snow in my heart for you're distant it seems,
and our friendship of late's more a part of my dreams,
There's a coolness I feel though I know it's not Fall.
I swear I'm not aware of offending at all.
My sin's loaning you money that you can't return,
our political differences give you heartburn?
Is there sin not forgiven or pride ill-conceived,
Was your birthday forgotten, propriety grieved?
Your assistance most welcome but I'll still be here,
til Hell's fire freezes solid or clouds disappear.


Long Tooth
August 30, 2018

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