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Dreaming of frogs playing guitars, lounging on a campfire pyre,
Her manifestation of these little hopping miniatures tickled her
Naturally nude with an upside down hat, she was uninhibited, fully exhibited.
Two prissy potential suiters ran out screaming, recognizing her strength.
Attitudes of grandeur did not play in her head.
She meant no harm to these males; yet they had been clearly terrified.
Women who are fantastical and barbastical confuse ones who are weak.
She did not wave, frankly, had not noticed they left. She was playing a harp with her bear.
Is she bizarre, modern, an alien or just weirdly avant-garde?
Status quo relatives who were watching were also consternated.
Their brains often pitter-patted by the norms society revers.
Creativity was outside their jurisdiction, thank God!
Pink woman’s frog dreams led to a parade of unicorns and eunuchs,
Horrifying the refined who sneaked peeks at her surrealistic attitude.
Why can she not conform? What is wrong with her?
Hell. How did they get into my dream state Pink wondered.
The watchers did not realize her spontaneity was a result of natural play-ity.
Which is why she moved away from them, for how could brilliance stay?
She took the frogs, unicorns and eunuchs with her of course.
The bear elected to remain. He loved frightening the relatives.
Used to be that a simple handshake would seal the deal,
And a feller's word was as sound as tempered steel!
Of his legal obligations a feller never needed remindin',
Since his handshake and his word was ever bindin'!
In olden days, corporations were built by the shake of a hand.
Simple trust and honesty once prevailed throughout the land.
Nowadays, a handshake is risky and could lead to litigation,
With legions of corporate lawyers seeking compensation!
Deals were struck with handshakes and a tot of whiskey.
In yesteryear, such alliances were considered much less risky.
Didn't need platoons of pesky attorneys prowlin' around,
With their reams of perplexin' contracts to confound!
Farmers didn't solicit advice from legal sources,
When sellin' crops, breedin' hogs or tradin' horses!
They'd never hire a lawyer with his jaundiced view,
When a simple handshake among his peers would do.
In days of yore, business could be conducted without peril,
With a handshake across the top of a whiskey barrel.
Now, hordes of lawyers wearin' Rolex watches and Gucci shoes,
Require reams of clauses to befuddle and confuse!
Shadows sneak and confuse confidence behind me.
Mistakes made in mirrored reflection remind me.
Time does pay a toll to my sad, unhappy soul,
with borrowed currency—from someone, confines me.
In the search for immortality, I am lost,
but for certain I do know that death will find me.
I can’t stand on rocks cast by those who have not sinned.
Impiety preaching piety reminds me.
Seek and find questions to answers, some things need change.
The choice to always settle will never bind me.
Maybe Michael, hope isn’t just mere happenstance,
but part of predestined plan that entwines me.
Submitted for Jared's "The Ghazal" contest.
I’m sick of wanderin’ o’er the page
In search of distant, mystic sage
muttered manta that confuse
stupefy my stoic muse
torment the silence of the keys
while in the distance Shakespeare flees
to curse his feather blotted ink
his red, red rose now turning pink
yet still I sit behind the veil
challenge him and always fail
there are those who disagree
some say he wasn’t one, but three
conspiring in mock defiance
of poetry’s inane compliance
counting syllables and rhymes
that challenged then, the present times
and yet I steal a line or two
in vain attempt to make it new
to think, somehow, it glorifies
the master when I plagiarize
John G. Lawless
©9/23/2022
you are. the difference. and i love you. and poof. you're gone. like a conversation. may I hold you. like prose. are you right for me. i write to you. but does that make you right for me. maybe you will write to me. you said once that I wrote lovely. and your thoughts of me were beautiful. but will you pursue me. will you use me. will this love confuse, hurt, or bruise me. poof. when love becomes complicated. complications. complicating things. but i love that. you complicate me. poof. we are free. blues, purples, greens. you inspire. me. and intrigue me. and you entreat me. and you entice. me. you are. different. i feel. the difference. the distances. burnt diaries. laying in dandelions. dig deeper into the Earth. maybe you are destined to find me. poof. be here with me. just lay here. if i stay here. i'll hum a sweet new song. and i love you. you're my simple sweet song. share your melody with me. harmony. music. poetry. people. and places. the difference. navy blues. forest greens. magenta purples. sky blues. olive greens. lilac purples. and all other blues, greens, purples. the difference. more differences. some distance. great distances. poof. and away we go. reaching. finding a higher bliss. if you never love me. you touched me. the touch of love. it's touching. soothing. amazing. but then you caressed me. with care. and charisma. you know i can't love in any other way than this. and away we go. but you know i can express myself in ways more than this. you are. me. you move me. you made the difference. I suffer the distance. are you right for me. can i write to you. and poof. you are. you are.
Oh, it is a bizarre little neighborhood -
my head – peopled by thoughts
that congregate in cryptic ghettos,
Wary of the other thoughts
that reside in other ghettos
they walk the synapses of cynicism
Secure in the knowledge
that all the other thoughts
are just a little bit off,
slightly to seriously misinformed,
deluded by the mainstream cerebellum
into supporting the physical mess.
Two blocks down and one block over
reside the synapses of happiness,
peopled by thoughts of happiness,
they have totally lost touch with reality
although it is fun to hang out with them
just to confuse those who reside
in the synapses of unhappiness.
They wonder “how can the cynic be happy?”
Just West of the block of wonderment
reside the thoughts of “God” or “Goddess”
like some “God” is going to be trapped
within a specified sexual context.
On the other side of the “tracks”
reside the thoughts of anger and loneliness,
they are angry and lonely because
they refuse to cross the tracks
and consider another alternative.
Every intersection of the synapse highway
has a set of high speed traffic lights
to control the flow of the thoughts
and keep my head from exploding.
I have wandered these synaptic ghettos since birth
and feel quite confident engaging them all
I would invite you in but they are poor hosts.
12/12/2016
submitted to – In Your Head – Poetry Contest
My labour is not a slavery of that i can assure you .
Do not confuse my good manners with weakness or subservience to you , for that would be a mistake.
Your laziness and inadequacies are blinding to me and too those who work beside me and seemingly under you .
You have no idea of how we ,
your work force expend our energies to the point of exhaustion for the pittance you call a fair wage .
Your ignorance toward others is at best a fault of your up bringing at worst the very thing that karma shall see and unfurl her wings and strike you and your kind down .
You wear the most expensive shoes but one day you will wear clogs .
You wear fine clothes with the most delicate and fine stitching, one day you shall be adorned in rags .
You eat at the finest restaurants and enjoy the best of food , one day you shall scurry for stale bread and foul water.
You think your self and others with whom you share the trough , untouchable, one day you will be defiled and your selves brought to account.
Therefore ‘Be sure to show respect to all around you ,for there maybe among your workforce
‘witches ‘
who would bring justice too the good folk and a deserved curse upon thee .
I turned the clock of time to look deeper into the divine; I turned the clock of time to see what is mine. The wheels keep spinning and the machine keeps rolling and I behold an oracle rising up from the sea and it is entering the galaxy guided by a strange satellite with millions of light years cursing by its side. I wasn’t sure what to make of it but it left me completely static.
It drifts and drifts circling around the outer layer of the sky bidding the old moon goodbye and somersaulting in thin air. Time has taken it to a new dimension when it suddenly collides with the heavens, the devil was waiting on the banks but the angels formed a long line and direct it into space.
It traveled a thousand miles in space breaking through the middle ground shooting out fire behind its tail and rising to a dimension that confuse the heart and soul of man. It explores the universe, gathering data in its throat with pinhole camera attached to it, it continues to drift in time until you see what lies in the shadows.
The temperature keeps growing with the time, and the mission keeps focusing on the divine; the dimension widens the suspicious broadens, and time and space compression expand beyond the distance .I can feel the electromagnetic wave pulling me and the distant relationship solidifying me and the feeling of hope is walking all over me.
The mission continues in the sky and I will hold on to gravity umtil I die, the gravitation fields are strong so I have to find a different place to land .
Mars is waiting for me but that mission cannot carry me. I need something bigger and broader that can withstand the nature of time and move further inland with the divine.
The planets are boiling and sooner or later a miracle will be exposed. The Earth will raise, Mars, Pluto and Venus will take you to the next level. Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune will meet you at noon and you will have dinner in the garden with earth apposite the lake, you will invite a thousand soldiers to dine and you will play the flute to bring back memory of your youth; time has just taken you on journey to understand the heat and prepare the fleet.
Giving voice to my dream, my hope, my belief,
Meant silencing doubts who clung like murky mist,
Listening to the light, which banished my grief.
Joy stirred my soul with hope I just couldn’t resist,
Causing me to kiss anxious page with my muse,
poetry revealed the reason I exist.
Pains and sorrows, melancholy sure to bruise,
Reminded me that I could write my way home,
Through the darkest days, dreaded nights who confuse.
Past rhymes, the flowing rhythms, soon the palindrome,
Reasons I became a poet thrills me still,
Blessings rain from my pen, who might gently roam.
Revealing truth, earnest hope to write until
Poems spun from my heart completely fulfill.
CONFUSED CRACKED CRAZY WORLD---
Public defender,
trying to remember,
placement inside of 8ft blender,
glass cubicle- full musical,
holy pentacle- left ventricle,
want to be saved so enraged,
caught up in the storm;
left all alone lightning and thunder,
got me wondering,
where is the warm,
come in from- the storm,
classic mistake- Miss Mats box crate,
oatmeal and raisin apple pie confuse,
Got a cold ah choo,
No more bacon cured-Susan dropped her pearls,
confused cracked crazy world
who's the one to uplift me,
isn't easy being green,
now classical Tale,
please send the mail,
post is not paid enough,
is said want to enlist,
can no longer take this separate,
confused cracked crazy world
by this electronic Blitz whooping and hollering,
lived in the projects but now I got this tattered,
and torn live in Warren Comfort Inn confuse,
pain- is not my game,
up the one way- down the same way,
Twist and Shout- turn it about,
ruffle and rhyme- rhythm and shine,
sing Blues- win or lose,
I'm the one -under the gun,
Rhythm and praise,
listen for days,
confused cracked crazy world
rich and poor- neither can afford,
I'm flattered and gold,
this I've Been told,
Mansion the function mumbo-jumbo,
shand and gumption, oh oh,
I am all about what I said bout the Rapture,
is here why must we fear,
confused crack crazy world
presence is gone- I'm all alone,
whooping and hollering trying to make a dollar,
cradle to the crib this much has been done,
all that I read- this is what I said,
Peace be out living the LIE I just want to live in Christ
confused cracked crazy world
1/6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©