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Looking back over my teenage years
socially not together as others are
feeling alone keeping my self to self
being extrovert was a step too far
My main source of enjoyment each week
was soccer at my local team being a fan
meet up with a few guys there in support
shouting on Killie hoping to be no also ran
Going to the cinema quite a bit
on my own enjoy the big screen
sometimes straight from work I'd go
got fish supper before home like a teen
Never really had any friends
didn't go holidays in these days
then learnt to drive a motorcar
gave me more freedom ever always
Looking back now they were difficult times
felt real isolated think in this world alone
God's hand was upon me though was unseen
His purpose to find me my true cornerstone
God was in no hurry to draw me
He knew all the future all planned out
using my experience in teenage years
in later years would be my blessed fount
(This is written about my memories of my teenage years, My local soccer team Killie was its nickname as its proper name was Kilmarnock. )
There are people who
live in the fast lane,
Swim upstream
Enjoy the fruit of their labor
riding on the coattails of the devil,
Chase rainbows and find the
pot of gold awaiting at the end.
I wonder…
Are you one of them?
I, for one,
I mostly followed
the beaten path,
But on whim
strayed off a time or two.
Ha yes! I also ran,
Stumbled and fell,
but finished the race, all the same.
I didn’t know
which faith to follow
but kept my trust in God.
I guess I didn’t
labor my life hard enough and
was just content to sit on the fence
burning the midnight oil
to earn a pretty penny.
Mr. Willie At CREATURES NORM AND WILD - A Narrative Poem
One day at a pet shop,
I met a man(named Mr. Willie) selling cockatoo,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some cuckoo.
"Got any cuckoo?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No cuckoo here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely gecko,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some Caballero sparrow."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally energetic,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call epigenetic,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit happy.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty strappy.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the pet shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe says Mr. Willie."
"Cockatoo, cuckoo, you shall find.
Gecko, delgreco sparrow, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to CREATURES NORM AND WILD Market.
So to CREATURES NORM AND WILD Market I decided to go,
In search of the cuckoo I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling rings,
Cats in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar sales lady,
She seemed to be rather happy
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all strappy.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some cat nip!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
On the end cap by the tuna and cat/kitten mattress.
"But how did you know?" I asked, Huh!!
"Do you want them or not?" she did say. What!!!
Silently, the cuckoo escape flew passed. Did you see that...
Then vanished before I could pay. Hey!!
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
MEOW! You see the cat also ran off out the door
Hey……………
11/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Can an earthquake judge its own tears
of fury and frustration
Can a sunlight assess the black stains on a rose,
its creation
I don't know precisely but as my eyes move
up and down my poem
I myself am almost lost into a prose where
no river is flowing
I started with the metaphor of the letter
alpha
With the intention of crisscrossing
to omega
In between your hands and feet got entangled
in the bush on the hills
So much so that I now find the poem
going haywire
Why so happened, I feel it's better not to
inquire further
Even so, a few connoisseurs happened to taste
the flavor
Feebly radiating from the apples most of which
looked stale
The cracked crimson, yellow and green were growing
pale
Still the few likes made me bold enough
to keep out of
the rain and hail that had broken out
while I read
the 'also ran' poem with no distinct course leading to
the desired omega
I read it once again alert to the erratic enjambment
Rated it 'honorable mention'
No, the apples have started gathering fungus
I deleted honorable mention
Dated 25 March 2019
PETER GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND **** OPERATION THE WATCHERS CAMERAS WATCHIBG TOTS FROM THREE TI 10 AFTER THAT THE OPERATION EMERGED MANY MISSING KIDS ALL IVER THE WORLD BECAUSE THE CHILD **** WAS HIDDEN UNDER THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREADURY OF SAN CARLOS BEACH HE ALSO RAN YHE STRIP CLUB IN TAMPA HOUSING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT JAMAICAN TALIBAN STRIPPERS IDENTITY THIEVES I REPORTED THIS TO THE FBI 2003 PETER GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND BEGAN THREATENING MY LIFE TORTURE BLOWING MY BRAINS OUT LITERALLY THESE ELITE CHILD KILLERS DISPOSE OF THE VUCTIMS FRAMING THE PARENTS THERE ARE A FEW THAT PERER GARGANO PAID WITH LIQUIR LICENSES OF SCHOLASHIPS FOR THIS PREY UNDER THE FLORIDA LOTTERY I EXPOSED PETERS OPERATION AFTER FINDIND OUT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WAS APART OF THE **** MANY MANY KIDS MISSING I AM SO BLESSED MY DAUGHTER WAS RETURNED HOME MY LIFE WAS THREATENED SADLY THE TREASURE OF KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS PETER GARGANO HIS LONG LIST OF STRIPPERS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ALICIA HILTON TALISA SHAW KIWANI BUGS DANITA DELMONT THE MANY MISSING KIDS OUT THERE BECAUSE THIS POWERFUL ORGANIZED HORROR FUNDS THE ABUDUCTIONS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THESE VICTIMS PETER BLEW UP MY SKULL EMBEZZLED THE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FAKED HIS DEATH WITH T KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS IN ORDER TO KILL ME AND IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY WITH HIS JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES ATTEMPTING TO IMPERSONATE MY WOUNDED WAR HERO HIDING UNDER VETERANS IDENTITIES GOD BLESS AMERICA GOD BLESS JOHN WALSH FOR ALL HE DO TO BRING MISSING KIDS BACK HOME SEARCHING ENDLESSLY NEVER KNOWING PERSONS OF POWER ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR COVERING ABUSED KIDS TOSSED LIKE TRASH PETER PRAYS ON KIDS ALREADY BEING ABUSED THEY BECOME WORTHLESS PREY HE THEN SEND OUT HIS HIRED HANDS TO DIG THE HOLES FROM FLORIDA TO MINNESOTA MAINE GOD ONLY KNOWS I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR THIS TWISTED HORROR
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Fads, fashions’ step brother, an also-ran,
Surviving on: if she can me too can,
Take padded pants that lend manhood a spell,
Lifting of butts to lift sagging morale,
Be it man or woman, panty or pant,
See-through is fine, fine a shrunken garment,
She remains all obsessed with breasts and butts,
As he with body-hugging bravo guts!
If God’s failed to bestow, worry no more,
There are doctors and designers galore,
Fashions’ sole job seems to be to distract
From what lacks, say between the two ears’ tract,
Some may even eat boots were it a fad,
And wear a spade on neck as macho aid!
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Satire | 09.10.10, revised April 2022 |
“God like, not so different”
She wrote,
“where do you go to my lovely?”
my response,
“I sink into the screen
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of time, the ballyhoos
clap apathetically warning,
"watch out, incoming, car wreck!",
more like a shipwreck
broken-in-half, sunk in the deep,
treasures scattered on
the seabed, keys missing
loot unreachable
the flotsam of an ego
jetsam to lighten the
sinking load, arriving
amidst the shallows,
half cracked open
on the Ocean's shore,
waiting for the electric storm
to penetrate the brain, then
I become the electric storm
come to defibrillate the broken heart,
the haunting hero haunting heroes
dashed on their cerebral rocks
like Sirens alarmed all going off,
the feet both punctured,
walking over the sharp unopened
and opened broken shells,
mothers of pearls
bleeding stories,
their cornucopia unblessed
blessedly overflowing in the flow
of long nights' bittersweet darkness,
walking from room to room
talking in tongues,
strange and estranged,
adlibbing alienation
through boundless walls,
carrying a heavy cross like a ghost
in a residual haunting,
a storm in a teacup
sometimes passing,
the cake all eaten,
hungry for more
of something;
but on the 7th day I rest
and become God like
pleased with the turmoil
and calm I have jusifiably created,
there I will be seen
heavenly comotosed
resting under the duvee;
I am what I am,
then to the relief
of my monsters,
I fall,
I sleep …
I sleepwalk
commanding them all;
there is no escape.”
“you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?"
the response,
“easier said than done, my friend;
the red shoes are killers to take off."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
ljb - llb, klb, mlb
llb - gvlm
“Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.”
Anne Sexton
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Anne Sexton
“I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.”
Anne Sexton
The Three Graces
The Three Fates
The Morai
I am but one now, and not another prior
Never before have I trodden this path
Never before have I lived this hour
I need not do the history or the math
If my history consisted of endless days
If my distant past revealed a different me
I'd be, not human, but divine and amazed
I would not need a savior to set me free
My purpose, built-in with destiny; set with attention
My future status will be far more than 'An also ran'
My origin was formed with precision and intention
Moreover, my past was not happenstance but planned
To a past that never was will I not CLING
My existence is not a multiple-choice test
Never upon a fantasy will I place my being
But upon much surer promises, I will rest
So, with certainty, I CLING to the image-maker
I am neither puzzled by fate nor by the lottery
I was created by one who is a promise keeper
I am nestled in the bosom of the Almighty
Another Gold
Far from profit’s crass allure,
At a place somewhat obscure,
A poet sweeps his shepherd’s lyre;
He sings of gold, of heaven’s fire.
No. not of gold that Midas stores
Behind fast-bolted treasury doors
But of gold, that, eve and dawn,
Touches sheaves of ripened corn.
More emeralds than all wealth can gain
Has to these eyes the verdant plain.
Without the mind all precious stones
Have lesser worth than dead men’s bones.
The original prompt for the last poem was one I wrote on being requested to resign from a computer company.
Far from profit’s crass allure
At a place somewhat obscure,
Gordon preaches now Cobol.
Fortran and, I believe, Algol,
Unto flocks of Gaelic birds,
Black-faced sheep and long-haired herds.
In Acton’s fleshpots, in his den,
The spotlight first is beamed on Ken.
Beware the luscious woman’s wiles
Or you’ll forget your disks and files.
It would clearly be a sin
To make no mention of dear Lin.
May married bliss attend thy way
And commensurate be thy pay.
Sandra’s performance sets the pace
Robin’s too a similar case.
His hunting prowess earns him fame
In matters that concern big game.
Flower power propels this happy throng
Which means that little can go wrong
As long as Rose your leader be.
May rays of fortune shine on thee
On yon high Olympic mountain
Where Gord and Mary have been scouting.
There beneath the royal wall
Our Ted flogs bangles on his stall.
My ditty now has reached its span
Remember me, the also-ran.
Those with a culinary masterplan
Know go for neon glow talisman
Spick & span with fancy dan elan
Wooing doing the cooing can-can
Riot on a diet expands my lifespan
Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan
Doorman to sly new world deadpan
For sushi like John Belushi a madman
Oodles of noodles like silky doodles
Caveman craved calming ramen amen
In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu
From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor
Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu
Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven
Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11
Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken
Remembers glory of flaming embers story
Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi
Detect such respect in every single aspect
Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran
No also ran but our number one suspect
Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe
Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan