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My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose
either/or
complex bilateral questions.
Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy
Who might be named
willful Father William
or Pastor warlike Warren
or Patriarchal terrifying Terrence
or even red Deacon Fred's
bruising win/lose plots
against Reverend Bruce.
Vengeance is mine
says retributive justice
Preacher Justin
proclaiming blame
and shame
on monotheistic Religious Teacher
Shane.
Meanwhile
wise elderly EcoFeminists,
warming the pews
and cooperatively co-invested offering plates,
continue singing Joyful journey praises
Of Faith's passionate commitment
inside EarthMother's cathedral Grace
And Hope's sometimes unsisterly
yet sincere advocacy
for paper straws
to win EarthTribe's straining race
against ecocidal ocean polluting
patriarchal time
and desecrating capitalistic
commodifying space
Wherein my favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
musical
win/lose
either/or
complex bipartisan questions
of secular health care
and sacred safety shares,
music's dissonant glare,
bemusing bewares.
Spiritual springtime
invites Aunt April
Matriarchal May
Joyful June
While natural full-summered lust
and bustling Buster
fluster hot
sweaty
sometimes angry
idolatrously crusty August
oppression
suppression
repression
Negative impressions
of Winny's winter
wounded
advent womb
Emerging Tiffany's
annual Epiphany,
favoring ecofeminist Muse
mysteriously musing
kinda amusing
win/lose
either/or
complex bipartisan questions.
1/1/23
The message unclear or written in blue marker
The sky lit up or grew darker
Get it done with my mind or a huge hammer
Matter soon scatters
When I transform from Bruce Banner
For the corrupt and greedy pockets grew fatter
As they kept on with rude manners
Many seeked a few answers
Like why does so much still induce cancer?
Still too many who slander
Near endless group chatter
There's still so much I've got to do after
I handle these brute bastards
While dodging any acute hazards
No matter if I got to move backwards
The story will never be covered by newscasters
For more or less
This was not all in accordance
Of matters ranging in importance
I struggled with fourpence
My heart inside a fortress
Because of all these dark forces
As time courses
I have to get involved to stop this horse
Instead of just painting portraits
No more being caught in a vortex
Being torn and stressed
Back in the groove
Less attitude
More gratitude
As I roam about different longitude and latitude
I took it to a higher amplitude
With aptitude
There is still much I have to do
I'll tell you something that is true
Even though it hurts, my heart has always had room
For love, but not anymore bad news
Ah damn dude
Now I'm in a sad mood
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.
She stood, feet apart with her hands on her hips
With long golden hair and her moist crimson lips
Her cape it was yellow, her pleated skirt, red
And a golden tiara she wore on her head
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
what was her name?
She wasn’t some actor
of Hollywood fame
For at seven paces
With hands on her hips
I swear that I felt
her kiss on my lips!
Her eyes held my glare and I wanted her there
But I was enrapt and did nothing but stare
I tried to act cool, and gazed back without blinking…
Can she read my mind, does she know what I’m thinking?
Legs up to her armpits, her red skirt so short
Any young man would have had the same thought
Her outfit ensnared me but I’ll keep this brief
For I wondered what she might wear underneath!!
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
what was her name?
She wasn’t some actor
of Hollywood fame
I knew she was real
for one blink of her eye
Made my heart race
And I thought I might die
She gave me a wink and she took to the sky
I made no pursuit… I’m a non-flying guy
Had I had the means I’d have followed her there
And we’d become one, hand in hand in the air.
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
What was her name
Would she fly away home
Would I see her again
The clouds above rumbled
As she thundered through
Then she landed before me
And said, “Hello You.”
[She]
“I sense you have a fancy for me, or my fancy suit
And as we’re talking costumes then your own is rather cute
Might you be a player in the superhero game
And if you are I’d like to know your superhero name.”
[He]
“Enchanted, young lady… My name is Bruce Wayne,
But some people know me as BAT.”
[She]
“Next-you’ll be saying you’ve got your own cave
But BAT?… I won’t be calling you, THAT!”
Wonder girl… Super girl,
from heaven was sent
But shaking her head…
She just upped and she went
Up into the sky
And was gone from my eye
I asked myself then
Will I see her… again
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
what was her name?
I found her and lost her
The day that she came
I can’t help but wonder
Where might she be now?
I asked the boy wonder
He said,… “Holy Cow!”
Conation
Have you tilted the axis
on a new tomorrow
Have you changed with intention
— the direction of time
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Round Peg — Square Holes
The poetry of mathematics
— oxymoronic at best
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Robert The Bruce
War is won
before the first battle fought
Willful intention
the enemy caught
Decision a crossbow
empowered by choice
The spirit retracting
— a conquering voice
(Stonehenge: March, 1987)
Apate
Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Crossing Over
Attending his own funeral
no tears were exchanged
No grieving or mourning
— but memory remained
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
In Memoriam
People won’t remember you
because of your money
The human spirit bereft
by your dollars in vain
History won’t revere you
because of your tokens
Your legacy built upon
— prescience ordained
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Blood Trail
Don’t get sucked into choosing
both sides are bad
The Left or the Right
their massages sad
The Right tries to promise
what Leftist’s sublate
Two sides to a trap
— where lies are the bait
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
“What Simple Folk Do …”
Only inside ordinary things
is the extraordinary released
Baptized new day after day
eternity unleashed
Only by embracing what’s common amongst us
as Arthur knew so well
Can we move on to where it starts
beyond heaven — beyond hell
(Memories Of Camelot: February, 2024)
Making Our Bed
The silence of death
lives in the future
Sleeping with memories
— of yesterday’s past
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once there were three squirrels, Charlie, Bruce, and Brice
Pumpkin spice was their ultimate vice.
They searched high and low, hoarded every gourd,
Found them at Sprouts Marketplace, “Oh My Lord!”
"This place is a squirrel's paradise!"
One day they discovered Starbucks drive-through
From then on, their autumnal obsession grew and grew
With pumpkin spice lattes galore,
They usually drank at least three or four.
Till one day Brice noticed he no longer wore a size two.
Then he met the barista babe named Imma Lou
“Pumpkin spice lattes, I’m through with you!
But Imma liked his chunky cheeks. “You’re my boo!”
So she hired him and his pals to be on her crew.
Now they are employees of the month. Who knew?!”
Water in liquid form
is shapeless; it flows and crashes
like Bruce Lee once said.
Impossible to shape by hand;
though it mimics the shape
of what its poured into
be it a cup, a teapot, a bowl,
an ice tray, to name a few.
However, water in solid form,
frozen into ice below
0 degrees centigrade,
becomes whatever shape
one wants it to be.
Some ice sculptures
take the shape of castles,
animals; birds like owls
Water in the form of snow
is tantamount to wet clay
in the palm of one's hand.
One could mould fallen snow
into a variety of shapes;
a ball, a bell, a triangle.
Isn't it amazing
how malleable water is?
Submitted for...
The Shape Of Water Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Date written: 06/23/2021
If you could see, the inside of me
What would you view, that you would want to see
For inside of me for any given year
Is loaded with music, it's my driven steer
Whether it's Rock with Deep Purple
Or Wish You Were Here with Pink Floyd
Inside my head
Music fills my brain void
Karnataka to Mostly Autumn
Thin Lizzy through the years
That's the way it is by Bruce Hornsby
His keyboard play brings my tears
But I can be rough and ready
And tank up the amps
Coloured Blind by Skin
Leaves me racially in thanks
Whole Lotta Love
Should be out there in force
Music should be in us
It's a matter of course
Close your eyes to the melody
Hey! it's the Moody Blues
When they played Red Rock
What gem would you choose
To answer your question
What has the past year brought
Another year of learning
Air guitar sought
Apart from seeing my kids prosper
Music avenue is my world
And watch them grow into their tomorrows
I have so much to be heard
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-3.php
CHAMPIONS
I'm a teen ager
awesome member of group of others
like a light bearer ambience
flexing my muscle full of calcium
saving the world cause I'm a Champion
of a team of teenage superheroes who became disillusioned
with their predecessors split off from the Avengers
earth mightiest superheros
saving the world cause I'm a Champion
not a gambler
even though we take chances to save the world
we're Champions superteens
Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan) a Muslim superhero body change-shifting morphing contender
Spider-Man Miles Morales a Black/Hispanic teenager his uncle a super villain
Nova (Sam Alexander) alien teen from another dimension helmet contains the origin of his powers
Hulk (Amadeus Cho) teen Asian genus gamma radiated hero, teen friend of Dr. Bruce Banner
Viv, daughter of the Vision she herself is robotic a synthezoid
Iron-Heart now new member of group MIT 15 year-old genius created her own Ironman suit
Cyclops one eyed teen X man hero from another earth now the leader of the group
we're Champions
saving the world cause we're all Champion
not a gambler
even though we take chances to save the world
we're Champions
even though we're mere mortals even we can..
We are all heroes...
We're THE CHAMPIONS
BECUASE THE WORLD STILL NEEDS
CHAMPIONS
4/27/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
thank you Lord for the gifts in my life.
the farah fawcett, the michael jackson my willy wonka,the muhamad ali, the al green.
the prince, the babyface, the elvis presely, the johnny taylor and b.b. king.
the john wayne, the charton heston, the sophia loren. the paul newman, the alfred hitchcock,
the spike lee. the bruce lee, the jackie chan. the david carradine, the johnny carson, the ed
mcmahon, the aretha franklin, the whitney houston. the last batman movie, the matrix
trilogy, the terminator. starwars, indiana jones, dark shadows, star trek, the twilight zone,
cassablanka. the billy joel, the kiss, the aerosmith, the sting. heatwaves greatest hit, the
temptations, the stylistics, the marvin gay. the sugar ray robinson, the roberto durran, the
walter payton, the o.j. simpson trial and marcia clark. the clint eastwood, the brook sheilds,
the richard pryor, the redd foxx, and joan rivers. the rodney dangerfield, the tiger woods
the michael jordan and ozzie smith. the johnny cash the garth brooks. the left behind series,
the internet. the rodney storts; an old preacher that died. and all my childhood heros and
stars. but mostly thank you Jesus for dying on that cross