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INSPIRATION PEAK AT MALIBU
Nestle between dancing trees
a rock bed creek
leaks out to the beckoning sea
leaving abandoned thongs
peeking through the sands of time.
A proud lizard
strikes a kingly pose
on his throne of dead wood;
butterflies dart to and fro
the incense smoke air;
dirt, dry weeds and blooming flowers
share a common scene;
and on the brow of the crimson horizon
gulls play tag in the vaporous sky.
As if lions of Sisyphus
roaring waves gallop
up to the shores
frothing white manes
parted by knuckle rocks
anchored in sand.
Planted upon the seashore peak
a giant menorah beckons curious orbs:
its tallow fueling its votive purpose.
A slight drizzle of rain earthbound
From dark heavy gray clouds
Sheer fog still cloaks the creek hollow
Thunder rumbled close and loud
A rainy day is needed now
For plants had begun to dry
The moisture will be delightful
For some had begun to die
Closer~closer the thunder rolls
The rain more steady flows
Only a slight breeze stirs the air
Rooster and Dove put on show
Now a river flows through the yard
Thunder round after round
Frogs sing competing to win show
The rain soft cymbal's sound
The frogs a loud bass trio tune
In time with the rain's beat
Their song charmingly a deep croon
A lover's desire heats
Written Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Seperating his experiences from
what he was taught he sought
words to decribe if his boredom
and laziness came from his ways
of finding shortcuts t9 get his workdone
Comparisions and compatiblity
Gave great conversation but it didn't
anwser the questions.
Explainations of similaritiess
the importance of each
and the value placed upon them all.
Wanting and needing neither
Finishes a task, and it only destracts
From why you are doing it.
Favorable and desirible results guided by
the need to be proud and effective.
I can't use the words of business to decribe love
And in love no words decribes business
Less complicated and less neglective
Might vacations relax the tired
and might interest and amibition inspire your
success
And might you have people in place to counsel
Your over eagerness
to bring a sence of togetherness to this place
From The Rattlesnake Gutt Creek Annual Orcheastra's
Annual Suppernight Gala.
Written by
"France" Chepp Caulfinn
Bass, soprano, and flutest for
The Natrual laser guided porablesawmill band
All that ever was is all that ever will be
and its pass of years washed to the sea.
O’ death is woe, and I am as I feared
alone beside the Estuary of the Dead.
Hear the pitch and hum of nest and hive,
the winged sea wolves its depths to dive -
spirits and demons in my head recite
on the banks of Lucas Creek at first light.
In its silent wake rising wetlands swell
and gravediggers heap clay in the quell.
Waitemata tides at the rivermouth gate
will bury its mudflats under its weight.
I hear soft tones of old tui's silvery trill
out of the pine forest's late autumn chill -
ruminate at peace by the tranquil wave
sat crouched upon your bone filled grave.
Embalmed is the air with the May flower
and dark clouds gather my memorial hour.
Allow me my idle bluster and in it abide
for verily it comes and goes with the tide.
Sometimes I wonder at the fates of men
at the point of death upon this quiet fen -
are my slings and arrows my fate to be
and alas all my triumphs a pyrrhic victory?
There's a sign that reads "Eternity Ahead"
where many are called and many are led.
I will look out on these upper harbours
when I too am resting with my fathers.
What mortal stars have this realm shone
and yet some burn out but still shine on.
But to all who pass its last one way bend
the road to Schnapper Rock is a dead end!
Written: May 1992
Laughing she told me of her
Lack of interest in him
She spoke candidly of him
As a means of being creating
Need to be wanted.
He suffers from his inability to
Be Aro sed and she exploited
Of every moment of it.
Her freind was a seamstress,
Who's husband was a goldsmith.
He had freinds who were pirates
Who bought treasures in to
The creek. They often stayed on
Board because there accent gave
Them away. Edward Teach became
Interested in her, this time she wished
Him to make her pregnant. She and 29
Others wished to have his children in
Secret fooling there aging husband's
Keeping the secret of treasure and
Infidelity. The secret of :"Blackbeard".
Peasents and slaves will belong to
His eternity, and the wealthiest woman
In town she too has agreed, to make the
Name Blackbeard the secret of our era!
"Might love find beneath this pirate
To fool my mister and all that hold
Such truths dear!" This said by lanterns
Light beneath this wretched scum.
Small fortune already spent
to maintain 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(pray cuz I love genii, or even mirthful
teletubby heaven sent)
compromising financial means to pay rent,
telecommunications service provider (Verizon),
electric company (PECO), sparking pent
up rage against the machine money meant
to buffer panic attacks
springing up like Jack in the box
yet, yours truly feels his soul got lent
to the devil, impossible mission
peace of mind out of reach for this gent
and the misses forced in poor house
alms reached out
imploring cosmic consciousness
me equal decent
fellow asking please
dole out at least one red cent
with quite a few right sided zeros
before decimal point
to relieve soul searing ailment.
Nor can yours truly afford
a new preowned vehicle
perhaps dismal circumstances
will witness me pedaling
preschool sized tricycle
generating stares aplenty quizzical
bystanders, especially kids
pointing out overgrown practical
joker, many grownups
look twice dismissing optical
illusion concluding meshugganah
mister man maniacal,
nonetheless entire crowd
coon sitters me hysterical.
Thus hoop fully explains zit
all regarding why I writ
silly poem about me,
a pedal pushing panhandler twit
(jab only fore sake of poem),
who wheely did quit
the madcap rat race
cold turkey working for nonprofit
named Matthew Scott Harris,
he sports fifty shades of gray matter
boasting memory equalling one kilobit
more than adequate as Herman's hermit
petsmart exuding blissful esprit
de corp sometimes volunteering
with Smokey as his fiery bandit.
If ja happen to espy
older pencil necked geek
most popular within
of enclave Battle Creek,
cuz, constitutes major producer
comprising breakfast cereal of champions
just toss legal tender into sleek,
the only pot I got to piss'n
actually a family heirloom antique
sold to me on grandfather's deathbed.
See The Magic
Brilliance of a sunrise, lost in awe of it’s symmetry
Mesmerizing beauty of a sunset, lost in the artistry
Birds singing morning songs, divine sounds in the air
Littlest of creatures scurrying about, here and there
Sights of a babbling creek can ease any worried mind
The sound of a rapid flowing river, so deafening by design
On a misty, still lake, a loon’s haunting cry, so sublime
In a dense forest glen, somewhere lost within time
On the shore of some distant ocean, waves crashing in
The beach, stretching for miles, to where it ends or begins
The roar of the waves, the whitish bubbling foam disappears
The water seemingly goes on forever, off into the hemisphere
Music playing in the distance, sounds dancing in your mind
The laughter of small children, playing games of all kinds
The warmth in a summer’s eve, gentleness of rain begins to fall
The stillness of the night, darkness befalls, embracing one and all
Try to be aware of all the wondrous gifts that are all around you
See with eyes wide open, as the bewildering child you once knew
When you only see the ugliness, if all you can see is the tragic
Just open up your heart and mind, you will truly see the magic
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i were
more mine
than
know'd fer
'twere
uh hot
nother
hang uv edvard'z
uh huge patch
'cross side
her
ourn creek
over in thuh prairie
top fell'd
thuh
wheat shaft
white end
frock
know'd
it
EVER SO LOVELY
I look at you and my eyes smile
Your plumb lips suckulant crisp
Body framed liken an vintage hour glass
Again lips shapen like two strawberrys
Your mind intellect none comes second best
Fitm are your appendites plumb as grapefriut
Beautiful sweet-petite are your tainty feet
I rest my head the the small of your shoulder
The beauty of your mind hard to get over
Your hips run to and fro like a river creek
Men close their mouths when they look at you
Captured and frozen solid by the beauty of you
Skin carmel brown tender as baby skin
Hair dark brown auburn curly long
Just about when I check my vison
Legs as long and lovely as a gazelle
Running, running, ever so lovely
2/20/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©