Long Chaperone Poems
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I spend time with a friend
well, a pseudo-friend
an acquaintance of sorts
no, I guess he'd be a friend,
****, who knows
one of those types you never really share your heart
that authentic trembling you
I guess
he's more like a radio station
on a long lonely road trip in the night
or late night cable when the kids have left
a thousand channels
bright flickering nothing
we meet after hours in the deepest of dives
I just sit, listen,
curl myself into that hunching shape
looking like someone piled old laundry on a stool
and act as chaperone
an escort of sorts, you know, like those fresh faced kids in college
earning some bucks walking lifesize cartoons around for pictures
and with a bar top slap, I know he's got one, he's revved up
a steampunk machine running on old rye and spasms
"know this! I have faith in our sacred family values, our brave military and our cellular plans!"
(it's hard to not chuckle a bit, enjoy the aerating effect a good laugh does to spirits and your pallet, just avoid aspirating too much or you bellow and cough like an amateur drinker, good god don't show weakness in a place like this or the crows will circle and I swear the shadows lengthen under the bar)
most times, as I sit next to him, removed from his sphere
detached observer that I always find myself
I notice he talks to that small sliver of himself seen between the dirty glasses
piled up against the old mirror with faded silvering
and the blackened spots frame his face
like an old time picture
representing a vast loneliness of a nation
this goddamn solitude we find in crowded rooms
"My opponent here is working with Chilean miners, violent video game makers and angry chefs, goddammit"
once curse words are added, we'll be on our way soon
the barkeep's tips weren't that big
and the mutterings from the corners are beginning
as his outbursts begin to chisel into the hazy bubbles of regulars
I pull him out into the night
away from cheap wine and leaded glass
red faced, blustering,
cool air confusing him for a moment
and, lightswitched, he walks with a purpose,
back to the maindrag and streetlights,
calling it a night with a wave and one last holler:
"I want an America where Somali pirates and Rupert Murdoch yes-men cannot corrupt our precious environment!"
I just stand and wave back.
I see it now
flying low
over silver-spumed waves.
I am a watcher
I can enlarge the picture
zoom in
look into bright midnight eyes
as if it were I
that propelled it.
Spreading bright foils
catching the billowing blows,
a clean swell-rigged clipper
sky-sailing sailor
tacking to gypsy winds.
Within its avian breast a magnetic compass
on a pivoting gimbal,
soon to make a terrible landfall.
For a ship came upon it
a craft arrayed in the guise of a cruel crocodile,
snagged from the air it snared the voyager.
A ship blighted by its own wake,
a very flowering of evil.
A wandering navigator brutishly used,
deckhands bundling broken wings
bound it as if a flopping fish,
gaffed its body open
to a hollow of hope.
I also recall a monstrous time
inside a crocodiles smile,
a time when poetry
was cut from my lips.
Yet here I am flying
in an airplane looking down
upon England,
following an albatross
only I can see.
Few crocodilians in London
yet more perilous reptiles there,
I shall have to take more care,
plot a fairy-tale revenge
with Peter Pan’s time-frozen statue.
At last to Paris
a windborne glide tracking a dream
of slow rowing wings,
there to dine with a restless ghost
who knows well enough
how dangerous monsters
can be
on land and sea.
There to restore myself
with Baudelaire.
to remake over
an imagined albatross of a life,
return it to humanity,
should it ever want to be
that flightless.
~~~~~
“Often to pass the time on board, the crew
will catch an albatross, one of those big birds
which nonchalantly chaperone a ship
across the bitter fathoms of the sea.
Tied to the deck, this sovereign of space,
as if embarrassed by its clumsiness,
pitiably lets its great white wings
drag at its sides like a pair of unshipped oars.
How weak and awkward, even comical
this traveler but lately so adroit -
one deckhand sticks a pipestem in its beak,
another mocks the cripple that once flew!
The Poet is like this monarch of the clouds
riding the storm above the marksman's range;
exiled on the ground, hooted and jeered,
he cannot walk because of his great wings.”
- Charles Baudelaire
Where have the old days gone - I used to as a child, run out of the door, bye Mum ,then I was gone, no cell phone, no chaperone, bit of change in my cute little purse and I was off running free, playing games, calling on friends, climbing trees. Back home for tea. Where have these days gone. Now there is a dreary park outside, no phone box, no kids out playing, no one climbing trees. I used to use the phone box and reverse the charge to home in emergencies, now if you find one its 60p or credit card or text messages only or your mobile has no signal or you have no credit! Or no battery. Where have the old days gone ? On the bus cost me 2p to town, get some makeup, see a movie, buy some jeans and still have change from 20pound, I'm not that old either. People used to stop and say hello, how are you, how's your Mum. Now no one stops to talk. No one knows my Mum. Jeans cost at least 20 pound and the bus is a fiver there and back. The cinema is closed here and the one in the next town is freezing inside. It also cost around 7pound each. You can't smoke anywhere now either, the cigarettes are dissapearing off posters, people are rewriting history. Where have the old days gone. We used to have a Tv you got up and changed yourself haha, now the remote is lost or it has no battery or you have no signal or the bill isn't paid. Oh and now you have to pay for all your channels, we didn't have sky or computers when I was little. Letters from friends used to come through the door. Now if you haven't got a mobile you cant keep in touch with anyone. Fish and chip shops don't have chips ready anymore and they don't do proper gravy, or peas. Everything costs a fortune now, Fish and chips is like a treat not a meal you can just afford. Now you have to wait for half an hour for it. Where have the old days gone. Kids used to have to behave haha now they are screaming so loud I can't hear their Mother speaking. In the old days we had a community, we knew who our neighbours were. Are we really progressing? It seems to me that we have gone backwards in time to a time where computers have become the giant. Tv is an accepted form of entertainment for the family or to shut the kids up. Going on holiday is a luxury . Banks are closing. Shops are closing. Cctv is normal. Where have the old days gone?
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.
Days have gone by since the moon passes through the sky
I thought it was going to rain but it was just a little drizzle beating against my window pane and the stars move swiftly beneath the cushion clouds looking for a way out.
I could smell the fragrance moving with the wind and
the branches could not keep still, the mad wind toss
them to and fro littering the ground with dead leaves all around and paradise smile’s at me from a distance; it is what you get when blood run through your vain and your adrenalin surrender to your will and courage comes alive and revive your dreams.
Hold on to the universe and break the promiscuous curse
break the chains of doubt and let your spirit shout, it is the pain
that you feel and the determination that is walking in your heel that will reveal the light but the crankshaft in the piston engine and reciprocating motion of pistons that moves into a rotational motion will move the wheels for you to secure a hard to crack deal, I can feel it and I can see it unfolding in front of me.
I love salad, crackers and tea especially when I am dining out with thee, come and be my chaperone and amuse me like a child just leaving home;.
Set up a round table and invite the disable, there are many guest on the list and you have to make a special dish ; my appetite is big but my stomach is small and this social gathering will cool down the temperature and mend the broken window.
What on earth has gone wrong? It is time to write a different song and discard the older version; we must rebuild the relationship for it will determine our destiny.
A seed is bursting out of the ground and passion is spreading all around, neither friends or money should come between us to break or zeal.
We have already paid the price and have made hard felt sacrifice
It is time to roll the dice; we will have Peking duck for lunch
And Big mac for dinner.
Seeds are springing up from the ground
and people from near and far are pouring into the city
It's the seed of hope.
O! my man Oh! Man he’s got bottom feet;
My man ma’man got them bottom feet;
And My O My he’s so ever sweet;
Ma Man he’s got bottom feet;
Gen Z favors brands like, Brand
Men's Ted Baker London
Gucci, Blackstock & Weber
Vince Camuto Shoes
Eye stroll see you comin
Toward me darling
Amble saunter wend one's way
Trudging runnin in yo bare feet
You dun have to have Gen Z shoe brands
Plod on unto me, baby
I love you wit yo bad feet N awe
I love you with them bunions
Run brother run honey come
Run unto me don’t need to be wearin
Nike Jordan and Adidas brands
Come on a running, to me darling just as you are
Gymshark, Lululemon, Under Armour, Champion
Advance move go, run boy run
Make one's way mosey yomp proceed
Perambulate travel on foot
Be a pedestrian foot it, hoof it
Come run unto me on this surface
Accompany escort guide show me as you run to me
Attend lead steer have your way with me dear
Attend come on and chaperone mine heart dear love
Stand before me don’t have to own no, Cole Haan
Magnanni, Men's Bruno Magli shoe brands
Come on boy run unto me and
Be just bare feet in your bare feet
Run to me, come to me
Stand before me naked foot
Come bunion, pigeon toes
Corn and calluses in all
Step out Stride wander
Promenade roam footslog traipse
Go for a walk stretch one's legs out
Take the air darling walk, run, stand right here
Eye stroll see you comin
Toward me darling
Amble saunter wend one's way
Trudging runnin in yo bare feet
You dun have to have Gen Z shoe brands
Plod on unto me, baby
I love you wit yo bad feet N awe
I love you with them bunions
Run brother run honey come Run unto me don’t need to be wearin
My man Oh! Man he’s got bottom feet;
My man ma’man got them bottom feet;
And My O My he’s so ever sweet;
Ma Man he’s got bottom feet, my man comes runs onto me
11/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Will you be my Chaperone and accompany to the town
Will you take me to the city of lights so that I can behold the moon at midnight in its frame for I will never see it again, everything happen so quickly and the lights are tuned on in the city and everyone is looking happy; there is a special light that I want to see for the heavens will make a special wish it for me.
Will you be my chaperone and take me to where destiny is bound, I came to the town all alone and I often roam the cotton field squeezing cotton out of their buds and skipping through the corn row until I have nowhere else to go and the earth lying bare in its frame lingers on and I try to compose a new song and the people that I see has closed their minds and they cannot see what I see for the cloud is circling around me and it is protecting me.
Days have gone by but no one came, and I know that life will never be the same; there is something special waiting for you, but it is not easily attained and it’s not a game. It is the puzzle that you see and the vastness of the wide open sea, you cannot phantom it all you just have to wait for that once in a life time call and if you cannot hear you have to go in search of it until you fulfill your destiny.
I fly over hills and valley’s searching for that special city that is filled with light and opens my appetite, it is the city where everyone meets and the place that can satisfy your need; you sometimes have to let things go until you are no longer part of the show, you travel a thousand mile and you could not find it, you wait until you are old and grey but you could not have it. Look around and you will see what I see, the earth is closing in on thee.
Will you be my chaperone? Meet at the junction at the out skirt of the town that’s where the miracle is found.
My Cousin Chaos
What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment
I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where and because of
which fallacious fragmentation reconstructed
polar posited complementing contradictions
She or he who searches seeks the clown jester uncertain certainty
father mother sibling offspring un-othering completion
takes domination pseudo-science’s conjectures
concatenating refutations of the blinding path and vision
The butterfly who flaps the wings the roots to fly
propels the grounded theories of places times
in foresight hindsight blind-sight sentinel sensation
full of telling meaning narrative enlivened imperceptibility
Embraces cuddles rejects rejection rediscovers lost
and lonely loving horizontal longitude the lateral
collateral imprisonment of iron cages rational irrational
emotional confinement liberation freedom from and of
Enshrines in effervescent transcendental condensation
of what perspires inspires transpires in the illuminated
darkness boxes ignorant lamenting shallow high rise entities
makes love to sensual cognition consensual chaos
Or is it co-sin cuisine havoc’s Karma dishy chaperone
and chastised illusion disordered fusion fission
elemental monument harmonious disintegration musky
tall minuscule order rising falling standing firm
When thereafter now again before and yet again I loose
the plotting pot containing potty madness sane insanity
I ask my cousin and the loopy loops and square shaped circles
question the Universe that stays aloof precise and altogether mine
02nd June
Sophia's ABC Masquerade Ball
A masquerade ball of wisdom’s wisdom in a wink and a smile
Blessings in disguise –uncovered - not hidden in plain sight
Costume ball for aha moments comfortable in their own skin
Dancing discernments so light on their feet – dancing on air -
Elegant eloquence self-evident - no charades behind masks or eyes filled with stars
Festive fundamentals of sweet understanding trip the light fantastic -
Getting into the groove – give it a whirl - no two left feet for
Humble agreement unifying two dancer’s cotillion
Intuition’s insights of infinite wisdom unmasked in understanding
Jump and jive when discovered quite by surprise
Kissed by sheer delight and laughter or caressed in consolation
Lifetimes of proverbs accept the invitation to fill their dance cards, live and learn,
Maxims and mottos – mothers of invention – chaperone this carnival -
Nods of recognition in nuggets of wisdom cross finite dance floors -
Over the moon when asked to dance - little words speaking volumes -
Perspective and simplicity slow dance to shower pennies from Heaven,
Quick as a wink, on the masquerade queen for a day;
Ribbons of common threads rendezvous in a boogie-woogie
Silver linings revealed by the star struck song and a dance;
Transparent masks of second sight glimpse into common ground
Unveiling tigers of truth not pouncing but purring softly in waltzes -
Vanish the shadows of disagreement – not cutting in on virtuous patience
Whirling in a dance joined by the rhythm of deep agreement where
X marks the spot as inspired ideas rejoice in shared understanding
Yielding precious pearls – treasure of the tender memo received - read and acknowledged -
Zeroing in on Sophia’s masquerade ball.
N/A 6-12-20
*Image of Between Doors by Hope.
As Shadows Mend
A lingering bravura form ... dawn midst twilight's brilliance,
It sprung a length of an unscathed course -- accidentally,
The mute vim snugly stamped unfilled, credulous of malice,
Flightiness stemmed from this silhouette, soulless oddity,
Fractured sewn plots hint of ambrosia, ere glint of the sun,
Crept o'er beauts dead asleep flit promenade the *Champs Elysees,
This undertaker gleams green edges, tickling haunting fun,
Furtive's sourced the virgin-less dove, resting on eggs well pleased,
Furtherance strengthen cloaks, catnapped air revives to a squeeze,
Contingent hollow burdened by hyped growth and fancy streams,
Swarming hodgepodge, dynamism idled, abandoned, charms ease,
Consequential happenings, capricious woodland's sprite dreams,
Curiousness provoked benchmarks, advance said grey graveness,
Flummoxed o'er see-through luminance, that occult pseudonym,
The breathless saunters towards pronounced distant concaveness,
Prompts closeness of wormed anomaly, like some phantom limb,
Chanced, faced with faceless, instantaneously, sensed a warmth,
'Twas pacific this heightened soul tried to claim yond circumstance,
A cleansing consumed me whole, doleful went yielding a formed,
While Lunar's wanting depth, Sol's dawn, striking a winks askance.
The darkroom flights emptiness to illuminate alone,
Receptive rays liberates imprisoned eyes to wander,
Aims set, spirits exalted, aids cognizant chaperone,
Nippy night solicited valor, daydreams come yonder.
*Champs Elysees (SHOHNZ-eh-LEE-zeh): a major avenue in Paris famous for elegant shops and cafes
~~Happiest 2022 Dreamers, Aloha!~~
2021 December 28