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Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen
when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse.
Across the width of pale parchment pages
the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses fathoms deep within me like life blood,
rushing through the eddied channels of my veins.
I struggle to ignore the cramping in my fingers.
There's no hesitation when writing echoing refrains
when I imprison myself in poetry.
Each stanza I carefully arrange in proper sequence
as if it's a bairn born for the creation of my story.
Sometimes my gypsy muse joins me in the dance
when I write with abandonment in wild allegory.
I never try to rein her in when we're both focused
and driven to complete a poem, oblivious of time.
With vivid imagination, romantic sonnets are birthed
as I sit penning line after line in consummate rhyme,
incarcerated at my desk until I've written the last line.
My thoughts tumble like flurries of pristine snowflakes.
With a single spark of romance my passion ignites
as each completed verse falls perfectly into place, it lifts
my need to write compositions of love to greater heights.
Day and night, I find myself a wanderer, lost in reveries
where I journey in a private kingdom of verbose amplitude.
Around each curve in the road is a new challenge to be met,
and yet, none thwart me when trysting in romantic interlude.
Rude would be the one who would disturb me
when I'm handcuffed to a work in progress.
I try to indite with some semblance, dare I call it skill or talent?
By no means am I an accomplished laureate by my admission.
As a mere poet, I do not strive to compose a magnum opus,
but a meaningful collection of verses as a worthy composition.
If by chance, my poetry is interpreted and appreciated by some
who view my emotional imagery with soulful eyes of admiration,
I will credit my gypsy muse with her conspiratorial whispers
and amorous experiences as the impetus for my inspiration.
I hold the key to unlock my self-inflicted prison door,
and used when at last my pen has been laid to rest.
who felt incorporeal storied power
of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid
instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school
before his/her first grade
coz of all the money he/she made
which affected modus operandi rendered obsolete
child worker laws
and no sweat of brow getting paid
people used bitcoin (or other online currency)
additionally making purchases
with scant keystrokes to complete a trade.
As with any major dramatically novel scheme
light bulb idea scribbled on napkin
scrap of paper
via cheesy or whipped cream
originating as a flash in the pan
aha eureka moment, or dream
as rough blue print subsequently
underwent beta testing,
before declaring pc innovation supreme
whereby outstanding persons in the tech industry
clamored to join Kidde team.
Whether seventh day add vent
hissed or other religious creed
powerful binary processing
impacted near
earth shaking incarnation indeed
and ramifications in all walks
and talks of life sought expert need.
Coven chanting children murmured Luddites be damned!
Thus spake Zarathustra (cue the opening scene
from Planet of the Apes)
upon witnessing as if king or queen
(in reality father or mother)
didst get immediately
dethroned thus, increasing mean
average positive
effects on society, especially lean
microchip i.e. integrated circuitry
miniaturization "green"
technology (and eventual
attendant affordable price)
viz said trappings
unleashed upon global market
invited absolute zero dust, a must clean
as a whistle work space,
and manufacturers laboratory be microbe free
hermetically sealed vacuumed "clean".
Countless portable machines
unbeknownst soon epithet florid hack
coining impromptu called cyber crime
especially as majority proportion of population
didst purchase these dime,
a doze in countless "end users"
snapped up these smart machines
excitedly keyed away indifferent to gunk
on unwashed hands
plus bits of food particles
eventually caking hardware with grime
(eventually necessitating technician
charging gobs of moolah
sans to unstitch in time.
our turnaround time
What is your turnaround time?
A second a conscience decision to change mine mind
A turnaround time is instantaneous if the Father’s received
A turnaround time is granted all I have to do is just believe
Stop turn around and be
Change my life, live for Christ
Hallelujah
Turnaround time is here
Holy Spirit baptized me near
Amount of time it takes to complete a process. One of the most common phrases used for turnaround time is downtime. My request is made known
Now I wanna be reborn
Hallelujah
8/19/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology
I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days.
She wants me to accomplish something this summer - to pad my med-school resume - do anything but relax. But I refuse. If I’m going to complete a master's degree next summer, then I’m going to have fun this summer. Periodt. I’m not an automaton for her to wind. Her stress radiates, as I play Animal Crossing on the couch.
I reach up towards her forehead, “Is there an off button?” I ask.
“Go away,” she chuckles, blocking my hand.
Before I turn away, I add, “You’re the most fun when you’re not giving advice or saying the wrong things..”
“Or breathing incorrectly?” She finished my sentence.
“Exactly,” I laughed, “then you’re practically perfect.”
The boys - Peter (my BF) and Step (my stepfather) - sit or stand, uninvolved, outside the action, like we’re in some other dimension - they try and look at anything but us when we’re wrangling.
Poetry time!
The phantoms of my discontent
are held at bay, by leisure,
are mollified by pleasure.
Am I crazy to set boundaries?
Am I lazy, cause I won’t let her chivvy me?
I’ve got my own voice; I’ll make my own choices.
We have the same goals - but I’m in control.
For every plan I’ve got, she has a hundred caveats.
Sure, I’ve done nothing, while she’s done it all.
I’m her little rocket that she doesn’t want to stall.
But she needs to understand, I’ve left the launching pad.
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periodt ? slang for absolute period
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songs for this piece:
Mama by Spice Girls
Hey Mama by Kanye West
Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now by Nikki Blonsky, Marissa Jaret Winokur, Ricki Lake, Motion Picture Cast of Hairspray
To the infinite expanding light
In mysteries and secrets we delight
Whose glorious, swirling patterns never end
To you, our human handshake we extend
If not in so complete a state of awe
I'd be more able to describe or draw
The vastness of our spinning cosmos shared
No, nothing else exists to be compared
As I adore the clean whiteness of snow
There is so very much I want to know
That of ivory, lily, moon and dove
Believe the stars are made of light and love
Unbridled curiosity we've known
Never-ending beauty you have shown
Ever expanding to infinity
Should I trust Darwin or The Trinity?
After a thousand hours of debate
My mind is in an undecided state
Maybe the answer is a quest to muse:
Is there a reason I should have to choose?
On Earth, we enjoy mighty canyons grand,
Forests, oceans, deserts, soft warm sand
Across the planet, mountains rise and swell.
Amazing pyramids where kings' tombs dwell
Streaked hues of Aurora Borealis
A Land of Wonder discovered by Alice
With countless rabbit holes deep underground
Trees falling in the woods without a sound
So now about us human beings, you know
A little, but there's so much more to show
We hope our futures meet to aquaint more
One day upon some great galactic shore
It is amazing…oftentimes to our wonder and delight…sometimes to our dismay
how we are the authors of our fairytales…the protagonists in our play.
How ‘neath the different colors of our covers…
we…as author…or playwright
in a multitude of languages…complete a chapter every night.
Our parents compose the first few chapters until such a time as when
our fairytale gets interesting…and we control the pen.
For we find when our story crisscrosses other stories…other places…other names
how, though our stories share similar moments…no two stories are the same.
The beauty of our fairytale is how every day it lengthens and expands
meaning no matter what we wrote the day before…the next chapter is in our hands.
Over time we find our spines may sag a little…our covers start to fade
our pages may discolor…our binding become frayed.
but, despite the inevitable ravages of time which on every book will take its toll,
we hope our fairy tale will have a happy ending and never lose its heart…and soul.
Besides, anyone who’s wise…any bibliophile…or book lover
knows it’s never a good idea to judge a book…based solely on its cover.
knows every story’s different…how life seldom goes the way we planned
how every book has value…and how NO book should ever be banned.
I suppose the best we can hope for is to learn from our mistakes
and hope, in our book, they’re never repeated…
and that people will smile as they read our chapters…
and…once our fairy tale is completed.
Like a wildfire burning everything indescribably just taking advantage of the winds and the changing path of destruction. Never can it be to far gone. Never can it be real and so broken down to the roots covered in ash of the dying life that's floating through the air. And settling like a thick smog on the history of us. That was so unfinished and so unwritten.
The strokes of the pen flashing and flickering in basted anger to complete a fairy tale of love and lies, to break down the walls I have begun to build. My heart has been yours without adultery and delay, you just choose to fill my head with the lies of a silver tongue rather then feel my heart beat near yours.
Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!
...of Google I now know sweaty
palms sports dignified name
known as palmar hyperhidrosis.
Here all along (meaning major
of my roam'n LIX chronological
hash tagged linkedin orbitz), this
plague constitutes bona fide
medical condition. Cold drippy
comfort! Also (minimally) re:
assuring to realize, this generic
guy need not count himself alone
in sopping wet wilderness re:
this plague. Such problematic
health condition impacts, comprises,
and affects one to two percent of
the world’s population. One
Doctor Riesfeld purportedly makes
hand over fist handsome income.
Will power alone seems a dauntlessly
futile endeavor to rid oneself of
disruptive condition. Try as I might
to put lockdown on propensity
for sweat glands (synonymous
with the term eccrine) packed
within sub surfaces of hands, fore
head and feet. As linkedin to
sympathetic nervous system,
the body electric under stress
activates glands. Profuse moisture
dripping like a faulty faucet
severely affected everyday
activities of existence since a
young adult. Frustration to
complete a simple task such
as opening a doorknob, using
the laptop, and even writing
concomitantly associated with
droplets of water soiling green
sleeves to appear near saturated.
Without fail interpersonal ambitions
hi-jacked when wet as dishrag hands
found me disinclined to experience
social rejection. Though sprung
from overactive predisposition to
anxiety, these secretory organs
get exacerbated with dubiously
honorable privilege of being gifted
with panic attacks, offers little
comfort to sill lake consolation.
What a grand inspiration of life.
What a glory of internal light.
Nothing can measure the once hidden treasure,
That at first remained out of sight.
From humble beginnings it's true,
But the rumble grew louder in time.
After every detail the truth would prevail,
And inspire His desire to climb.
On top of the mountain He stood,
Born under a bright evening star.
With lessons complete a mission replete,
To guide all from near and afar.
As the masses listened in awe,
A voice from the crowd would ask;
"What gives you the power at this dark hour,
For this monumental task?"
With a solemn stance and a smile,
He spoke words for all to hear.
"It's sheltered within and will truly begin,
When you release your doubt and fear."
That message is still true today,
Though long ago it was told.
With generosity and no animosity,
All our futures will shine like gold.
What is your turnaround time?
A second a conscience decision to change mine mind
A turnaround time is instantaneous if the Father’s received
A turnaround time is granted all I have to do is just believe
Stop turn around and be
Change my life, live for Christ
Hallelujah
Turnaround time is here
Holy Spirit baptized me near
Amount of time it takes to complete a process. One of the most common phrases used for turnaround time is downtime. My request is made known
Now I wanna be reborn
Hallelujah
8/19/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology