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Someone’s Universe
Someone’s universe
Planetoids, however hard they try,
Will always be tiny betwixt mine eye.
Planetoids are midget thrust. planetoids are Lilliputian,
planetoids are small, however still.
Spinning, spinning whirls thrills, well
I cannot help but stop and look
At all those innumerable earths.
Do earths make you shiver?
do they shudder, make you feel belittled?
Planetoids, however hard they try,
Will always be tiny betwixt mine eye.
Planetoids are midget thrust planetoids are Lilliputian,
Planeloads are small, however still.
Spinning, spinning whirls thrills, well someone’s Universe
When I think of the supernova, I see a distant Egypt.
Are you upset by how slick it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the supernova so adroit?
Sunny side up…
Someones universe just exploded...
12/22/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Saw I the zephyr move of my generation being destroyed,
How I mourned the balmy breeze.
Brisk, balmy fiery breeze.
Does the balmy breeze make you shiver?
Does it?
End of times, someone just drop the last nuke bomb
How happy are airspace, jumbo jets!
Do jumbo jets make you shiver?
Do they?
Smoke and fiery streams in the skies light
Light up the blueness through and around clouds
cunning zephyr sings like the southern coast
this isn’t no joke
Now knavish is just the thing,
Bombs landing bombarded exploding
to get me wondering if zephyr are yet adroit.
End of times, someone just drop the last nuke bomb
7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Mild dystopian cracks open
cobwebbed laden figurative door
to my super charged
subconscious shrouded self -
portal carelessly left ajar
steeped in dark shadows,
wherein spooky monsters creep
along edge of night,
outer limits of twilight zone
serve as makeshift restraining: bar
21st century alchemist busily massages
a fictional holographic projection
to contemplate car
re: ying the terrestrial firmament
into spasms of expiration, which whim far
fetched since the following conjecture
contrived within overactive imagination
of yours truly - such peculiar notions par
for the course sans striving
to become adroit
teasing out ethereal material
analogous to embrace
plasma up holding star
reed cosmic funereal invocation
loosing prognostication silencing war.
So without further ado
I offer to continue
embellishing literary above
iterated missive anew
for ye to ponder and brew
from a mister wordsmith
comprising wife as counterpart
complimenting beastie boy
aptly named duo motley crue,
whereat dwells within complex edifice
housing he who begat
offspring numbered uno and deux,
whereby this husbandly spouse i.e me
resembles a cross eyed
cryptogram solver
geeky long haired pencil necked geek
artificially inseminated yik yak
with fertilized egg of emu
unbeknownst to many edified readers
might consider myself brain cells few
explainable from being
chomped on by a carnivorous oldish gnu,
nevertheless unaffecting ability
to sire female progeny
re: guarding biological process
concerning human reproduction
viz ova linkedin with seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
biological processes extant
from equator far north
to Inuit housed in igloo
nonetheless, genetic heritage
comprised predominantly of Jew
genealogy heritage indeed
Ask Jeeves, cuz he knew
with one very late Uncle Lou
who suffered mad cow disease,
and considered hims
a milch cow and frequently did moo
calf full when bovine brand new
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated
from the primate zoo.
A Propitiation of Blue Tears
On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases;
on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us,
they cry and douse us,
they contract, expand, release….up from the bowels,
out into the time continuum, wetting the things
below in layers of satin and matte finishes.
They converge with the sand motions
prone to time signals,
they bend to the forces of beeftime,
finding dazzling hours lost in the haunted bunkers
where dead reptiles find savage grace and a fork.
Foraging through time files,
scratching out a dirt-bath patch,
switching-up the game,
ratcheting a firm grip,
delighting in a geyser-water soda drink,
we looked and saw high peaks
belching snow through ejaculations of ice and methane, you who were with me at Orange Grove
that whistling foggy night,
the high forging time,
like an eating bear in the muck.
The withal that composes an early humanoid,
assembles an adroit package equipped to message
the night skies of its dominion.
Oh this highway, to where the skies
have no answer for the frostbite or the death of the sun;
we are not equipped to handle such a client,
the skin is gone,
and the seedy highway is coughing up yellow blood.
Gather up the detritus of illusions,
rustle up a repast for the “El Rey”,
sweep the streets into asphalt rolls,
spread the skies blue tears over the mantle of this space, where the sacrificial ogress dines on her own offal, offering up a propitiation,
to the Milky Way’s highway of stars.
Cut to the chase after tan hat man!
Though reading horror stories
gearing up as strawberry spring fest
full throttle danse (macabre),
an only every now and again predilection
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
harboring pier rill less night surf
(subsequently fueling figurative
hair razing close shave
critical desperation) to save
thine scrawny ****,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
what you put
in a Margarita,
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
vital opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting the stage and pave
ving what thenceforth, pro
misses tubby a cell out ace
in the hole captive audience
skeleton crew exhuming a grave
grim reaper they crave
(me, this apt pupil), doth brace
himself by all counts once
a bad little kid deserving, well...now...
just a bag of bones,
who fiendishly cackles
analogous to screeching
linkedin deafening banshee
when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like),
whereat after opening sentence,
an instantaneous big bang
possessive gnarly hand
forcibly grabs my attention
presaging and frightening
yours truly (juiced in case
ye did not know),
where within the bazaar
of bad dreams epic,
which seems like forever,
when I finally erase
and exorcise the bogeyman who,
regally, masterfully, immediately,
dramatically got woven
lady chattery teeth and all
withering wicked warp and woof
establishing (proof positive),
an excellently crafted
Chiral Mad heavily shades
of night are falling
gussying haunting place,
where the color of evil permeates
every cerebral space
with darkness, said
sub rosa prime evil punctuates
the mind of this dream catcher,
whence after four past midnight
the reaper's image appears
sending adrenaline rush,
surreal augmented moving pictures,
viz flight or fight
courtesy third eye blind
did, when firestarter alarm didst grind
passage of time manifesting dark forces
blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined
up battleground formation
from the borderlands of my mind
this even before turning
the first page where the eyes
of drag'n my afterlife
glowed with radiant shining
where suspense didst wind.
Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the 'know-alls',
that everything transforms and decays
to maximum disorder in time.
For order and straightness
requires the input of energy
and effort that entropy lusts
to pull down, bend, twist and topple.
Being simply, wonky simple is a start!
Light beams at dawn, are one of the
rare straight things things seen in nature.
These beams shine dead-eye straight
into wonky clouds that blush red,
embarrassed to be caught outside,
in fluffy slippers with night clothes on,
feeling kinda shonky, disheveled and wonky, as
the humans, straight-faced,
said they were.
11/29/20
Working toward forgiveness
With god as my witness
An occasional grimace
So much more than a scrimmage
And beyond what I ever envisioned
Helps to stay ambitious
Even when it seems so far off in the distance
Minding my business, hardly looking
No being pampered, for myself and others I'm cooking
Towards the end, I'm booking
I Keep pushing
Maintaining footing
Working on turning it into a good thing
My heart is really in this
I can still win it
So long as I never stop until the finish
Otherwise my chances will diminish
What the foik
You keep on talking shoit
And I will prove my point
By being adroit
From here to way beyond Detroit
All crap
B.S. is what I call that
Ya'll better fall back
And chill
Before it gets ill
On either side of the hill
You think you do, but you don't got the skill
To get the job done like I will
I'm coming in for the kill
Not for the thrill
Never going to get my fill
I'm still
With it, you don't know the drill
Blood continues to spill
Over money in the form of a bill
Anywhere, not just in Brazil
People act like they know a lot, when they really know nil
Her name was Regret, with a rocket step
She was chestnut flashing, released lightning
In a century past, an age of side saddles and corsets
She was feminism set free, blazing down racetracks
She matched the undefeated wind
Besting the boys, again and again
Her arduous suitors, fools for the chase
Fell, one by one, under her pace
And, left to shade of golden wings flown
Had to settle for escorting her home
She was the first queen to display the red
Of Kentucky Derby roses around her head
Her exploits so adroit, she won her peers
And named American Horse of the Year
Her place in racing legacy, set
Not bad for a filly named Regret.
(in 1915, Regret was the first filly to win the Kentucky Derby)
10/14/21
A Notable Horse Premiere contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguor
Placed 10th
Poem of the Day
10/15/21
Whispers we'd heard for many a year
But we were so far north they never came near
Then the day came for us Highlander men
It wasn't just where, just a matter of when
Down from the Glens came us Clannish men
To fight for our freedom to cleanse us from them
Soldiers unknown marching so fine
But soon we would meet, it's just a matter of time
Mountainsides so boggy, bracken lush to waist
Trepidation in our hearts, our Claymores desire taste
Shields of wood, Dirks of point
No shiny armour we carry, adroit
The time is nearing our scouts have declared
Intruders now sighted none to be spared
Marching like ants as if on familiar terrain
No care to their flanks, simply constrained
To the mouth of our Glen to these hideous men
Unknown to them, to them descends
Clannish, we many and all
When our ire erupts, our enemies fall
Ahead of them blocked, bails of hay now fired
We have them where they are, soon to expire
Confusion abounds, horses in throw
To whom they look up, administered blow
Arrows aplenty, spears of destiny
Targets hit, as our aiming should be
Reddened eruptions from flesh torn wounds
Claymores thrusting deep, admiring life consumed
Panic abounds amidst limbless souls
Crimson trails confirm our goals
Men of us in deadened taken
Battles like this should never be forsaken
The sporadic scattering of our Clannish men
To their beaten enemy, many lost in ascend
It's not the way we fought, it's how we fought together
When Alba's Clans unite,
"Were never to surrender"