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I took her leg and snapped it like a twig
Twig like was her truly delicate frame
Frame each of the carefully placed white bones
Bones have that chalky oh so ancient smell
Smell the past for her future could not come
Come my friends together we'll solve the crime
Crime committed one hundred years before
Before we ever knew of DNA
DNA will tell us who the girl was
Was she the only one killed in this way?
Way to many questions to be pondered
Pondered long enough to find the answers
Answers found by powers of deduction
Deduction and keen imagination
Imagination freed her lovely bones.
My new form consist of 15 lines and ten syllables per line. The last word of each line must form the first word of the following line. The poem must maintain coherent thought to be effective. The other twist is that it should make the reader start off by thinking the narrator is sinister.
Because I didn't follow instructions I haven't entered it in the contest. It was suppose to be a rhyming form and only 7 lines. Oops!
Form:
‘Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years
of understanding between us.
What I wear and you gather into you,
become a language neither of us know,
but comprehend in mouse-tracks of deduction.
You read grease and engine oil, as if grease and engine oil
were two parts of a book left out in the wet,
a chemical patois revealed by an inborn knowledge
of petroleum pipes, and the long-distance howls
of Alaskan wolves.
If I break wind, you run to me, body rapt and heeding,
every hair translating a smudged paragraph or two into
volumes of memory.
Rubbernecking my attention with a fixed gaze,
(No, Timmy has not fallen down an abandoned mine shaft),
you are just staring at my next question,
willing to jaw with more whiffs of intimacy.
Tales of muddy boots, the flash-fiction of urine trails,
(hers and her canine buddies, not mine),
the breezy gossip of each rabbit hole.
A jargon of us both
surfacing in her millpond eyes,
idioms cresting now on her black nose,
a cloddish lingo,
but it outruns anything that could be said.
“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory,
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”
“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."
“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”
“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”
"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains,
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"
"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."
“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”
“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”
“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”
“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”
“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”
“One’s life is not your own, hands off it,
No one is granted a license to kill!”
“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”
“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace :
Watson and I once camping at the site,
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!
That scurrilous tent thief getting away,
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”
"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”
“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”
February 5, 2022
Desolation and destructions
Wars and rumors of wars
Trial and error, midst the terror
What are we fighting for?
Why? Must we ignore?
The writings on the walls
Whose gonna drop the bombs
Not I, for I wanna just live
Live again to die never
Destructions desolation;
Rhythms without a dance;
Drums beats in the dark;
Trees no longer grows in the parks;
Why? Because they burned them down;
The writings on the walls;
Filled with propaganda;
Where’s the phone booth;
I lost my wisdom tooth
Desolation and destructions
Written off be my tax deduction
8/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Wizard Dream Feather
Four ancient stone cups filled with potions
Distinctly different spells filled to the top
Consumed by a bearded, ancient, wrinkled man
Downed from left to right in perfect sequential order
Down to the wizard mystic world enchantment spot
Old man breaths in powdered breath of blue
Above a pewter plate of silver gray
Molecules take on the magic of the mystic dish
Commingled atoms swirling
Wood table brightly lighted in the lab/library room
The dream feather comes from within
Hovers above the empty saucer sacred air
From nothing appears a spark of life
Nowhere in nature is it found but floating there
Empty plate displays a bird like invention clear
Plume curved slightly up and tall takes form
Stands two inches high in full rotation slow
Spiral like, soft on the edges brown and light
Scarlet red fills in the feather center
Neon yellows round out the shape
The lesson of the day is full deduction
Where does this rare duck specimen belong?
What is the origin wright or wrong?
This ornithological exercise still to be determined
Measured to conclusions on feathered strength
Wizard dreams puzzle to that end
Like all Earth's timeless Muses,
Musicians never die,
we just keep improvising
on resonant themes of fading elder voices.
Apathy, especially about Earth muses,
is not necessarily an inevitable pathological anti-empathic EgoCentrism
Growing cynical about life's authentic opportunities
need not always invite death's terminating risks.
Muses have never said we are realistic
or rational,
thinking only of narrow walls
protecting fearful and angry anthro-capital city demi-gods.
Sacred Muse resident cooperatives
could become mutually inviting and resonant places
without capital-driven anthropocentric Win/Lose competitions.
Resonant therapeutic music
and healthy movement
can yet emerge from liberal democratic trust
and conservational respect
among compassionate bicameral players
and workers,
parents and mentors and musing trust teachers,
more musical ensemble preachers,
interdependently non-sectarian,
cooperatively unspecialized.
When green ultra-nonviolent Muses fail
to ecosystemically see and hear
beyond narrow walls of short-term Win/Lose capital investment,
resonant cooperation among us Muses
becomes yet another revolutionary anthem
remembering long-term economic
and political longing,
biological
and Earth-logical DNA
of and for creative Muse resilient voices
fading and swelling,
breathing out compassion,
breathing in cooperative co-relations,
Like cytosine interbreeding with uracil,
yin with yang,
out-flowation with information
matriarchal with patriarchal
RightBrain induction with LeftBrain deduction
southern river valleys with northern mountain glaciers
resonant with resilient
singing with dancing
ultraviolet with green
bilateral TaoTime with 4D FractalSpace
sacred with secular
theological with ecological
balancing Truth with Beauty Muses.
Musicians never die,
we just keep Win/Win improvising
with resonant themes of fading WiseElder voices.
Impending doom, if warning comes before destruction;
When is it the last warning toll?
Darkness leads the night
Impending doom, if warning comes before destruction;
When your texting and walking
Watch out for the curb and stop light
You envision the spoon in the pot;
On the stove you reach for it, guess what it’s HOT
Impending doom, if warning comes before destruction;
You smoke that cigarette yeah! It’s tight, it’s all right
Git an extra break just for it…
Something said though When God gave you lungs
He’d only wanted His breath in them
Impending doom, there’s no room
What is this thing called blindness
If I look at the sun, the moon, place myself twenty-four inches from the television
I ain’t going to move blind???
And what is this non-sense why I got to brush my teeth
They have been white since I was in my teens
Now that I’m thirty-five gingivitis got me bleeding out my mouth
And what is this biblical thing warning comes before destruction
Both my parents are now deceased
Now what is this deduction?
Impending doom, if warning comes before destruction;
2/25/20
For Warning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
This is a problem growing in direct proportion
To the papers that we face very soon
In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion
And half the class sleepwalking at noon
I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention
You may soon not understand us
Because I for one, others by extension
Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because
James is moving about too excited
Gerald just got so good at deduction
For the first time Andrew correctly recited
The laws of Motion, Waves and Induction
Ade seems to be wholly attracted
To Google, ChatGPT, Bard and YouTube
And we can no more get Chibuike distracted
With pics of a diva exposing her b**b
It’s hard to relate, with any of your mate
Tomorrow the Rev. will be so delighted
BGS completes old subjects one by one
Thinking at last he’s covered it all
But the next minute he sees a new ton
Resulting from but a two-minute call
Everyone speaks with uncertainty
Praying that they will be understood
The gravity is of such intensity
That Daniel just forgot how to be rude
Please do stay woke, this is not a joke
Making light of matters has never been fun
Oh, I remember things we used to say
Now everyone takes a holy stance
“Death, dishonor, football and decay”
Has never met a greater resistance
Like particles we all just follow the current
As if we’re afraid to give out the heat
Things we loved has become abhorrent
Hour by hour the cycles repeat
You won’t forget it, even if you don’t get it
We’ll be speaking Physics by the end of the day!
I've given thought to "What if Rubik's cube was round?"
My answer might be considered to be somewhat profound
Initially, my reaction was, "If it ain't broke don't try to fix it,"
but that would be a lame deduction, so I decided to nix it.
Nearly fifty years ago, Erno Rubik created his colored cube
Some people have tried to solve it by watching You tube
but that defeats the purpose of the puzzle being a task
So, would it be any easier if it were round, you now ask?
My imagination zeroed in on the concept of that thought
without a solution to my query, my mind was left wrought
It was a point to ponder and trivial, to say the least...
A spherical Rubik's cube made my brows furrow and crease.
If dropped it would roll away to hide beneath the couch
That's fine since trying to solve the thing makes me a grouch
The name would have to be changed from cube to 'ball.'
It'd make no sense to call a circle a cube; no sense at all.
In fact, it would be an oxymoron; a contradiction to explain
Ridiculous, since the braintease was driving me insane
It would be harder to hold, and since a circle has no sides
There'd be no possible solution and no instruction guides.
I gave up on the idea of making Rubik's Cube in the round
My brain refused to exercise any more ingenuity to expound
On the notion, I'd already spent too much time transfixed
I trashed the suggested shape change, and left it deep-sixed.
1/7/2021
If the Rubik's Cube Was Round
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
The lust of money is the want of power to buy anything
Or anyone just for fun and toss it in the trash
Poverty escapes you, desires are cheap, love is for a price
Buy it just because, sell it just for, need it never did
How or why are for lessers, failure is a tax deduction
Mistakes only a write off, you can never be too rich
Purchase eternity with wealth, control the world
A conscience exist for the needy, money begat money
The world is your playground, borders are for the poor
Globalism makes life cheap, technology rules
Boredom is the new sin, shame but a game
If the day goes bad erase it, with enough money
Tomorrow is but yesterday rebooted.