Long Dragnet Poems
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Things Grow Legs
Sometimes, I swear, things grow legs
Recipes, scissors, car keys in place
But when I look they move away
To floors, newspaper piles – hiding spaces.
We almost hear them laugh, or sneer,
“Catch me if you can – over here.”
Out of sight, out of mind playing hide and seek,
Warmer – warmer they move again - with a leer.
They love to play this mischief game,
When time is of the essence,
Deadlines loom, minutes race –
Panic in our brains - a presence.
Where do all the lost things go,
Those hiding places we forget,
Where even burglars would not look,
As we send out a wide dragnet.
Then suddenly to our surprise,
They reappear before our eyes,
Laughing at our confusion-delusion
So pleased they try to drive us crazy.
Copyright 8-28-19
I'd met you, like a lad meeting his neighbor little lass,
Charmed to you at very first sight, I stood like a dumb ass;
As tabooed lover admiring his darling, I stood far,
Thirst of bathing in your love, yet, blazed in me like tar jar...
I looked like a hippy cowboy in my rustic boyhood,
You're a celibate Tamil lady in blue maidenhood;
Your charmed me; I was like iron-dust attracted by magnet,
I'd fallen in your beauty as a fish in a dragnet...
I stood in bewilderment as you grew in great beauty,
I sensed being your devotee is my august duty;
Your treasures I ignored preferring your simplicity,
Pearl and ruby seemed nothing before your complexity...
This adoration got doubled, like seasons in full bloom,
The times I'd failed to visit you, had been my greatest gloom;
Your wonders, like star-dusts, in huge microscopes I did zoom,
Your water-beauty resembled Arabian perfume...
It's then, like volcano, the caste-creed concept erupted,
Folks near you from folks from far got mutually abducted;
Folks, once, stood bound in garlands of fragrant fraternity,
Found each one engulfed by enmity of eternity...
Religion, like daggers in tragic plays, reasons did raze,
Violence started writing on humans bloody red rays;
Massive stones and boulders, thundered, splitting shoulders and chest,
Dragging them in nets, like rough sharks, some drowned them with full zest...
You turned a meeting-place for transmitters of violence,
Great market wherein one could buy and sell ethnic vengeance;
Hallmark of your beauty, lily-like purest innocence,
Had hidden its head under dark hideous insolence...
Thenceforth, your sapphire blue got turned into coral blood red,
It's not menses-cycle of change; you seemed seeking blood-shed;
Like Scylla, and Charybdis, you stood swallowing the dead,
To the guiltless folks around, you proved to be a death-bed...
My love of meeting you often, then, like sunset got shred;
As a beast least bothered in love, I, thenceforth, went ahead;
You beat loudly all through day and night as though calling me,
Will first love, failed and faded, yet, easily gain its glee...?
(On a sea near my hometown, I fondly visited during my boyhood, changing into a center of cast-creed violence)
15 December 2021
We had Gumby
and Pokey,
And Sanford & Son.
We had Mark Spitz,
And Monty Python.
We had Lenny Bruce,
And Chips.
We had the Sex Pistols,
And A Ballroom Blitz.
We had Martin Scorsese,
And Happy Days.
We had the
Stepford Wives,
And Roe VS Wade.
We had What's up Doc,
and the Rockford files.
We had Gay Pride Parade,
and I can see for miles.
We had Women's Lib,
And Emergency.
We had One Flew Over
The Cuckoo's Nest,
And Mohamed Ali.
We had A Star is Born,
And little Chinatown.
We had Jesus
Christ Superstar,
And Foxy Brown.
We had the VCR
And Adam-12.
We had White Lightning,
and Josey Wales.
We had the Gay
Rights movement,
And Dragnet.
We had the Deer Hunter,
and Stanley Kubrick.
We had the Iran hostage crisis,
and a Six-million-dollar man.
We had Carnal Knowledge,
And The Stand.
We had the
Mississippi Queen
And Tony Orlando.
We had Abba singing
about Fernando.
We had Mick Jagger,
And John Wayne.
We had Rare Earth,
And Fire and Rain.
Turbo1904 ?
Not a soldier of war
MIA'S Caught up in a family of no one cares just drive by
MIA-Mother's Involvements Always cries
Raising infant, toddler, teenaged boys alone what for
Cousin Charlie sitting on the steps
Not even knowing it's soon to be his last breath
You better run
Drive, bye...
Coward points a gun
Run
Somebody
Dun got loose
Shot brother Bruce
Better run
Shoots his next victim
Run everyone
Someone got a gun
Bullets left the chamber
Everyone in front of point range in danger
Dragnet and rage, shootings all weekend
Friends turning on friends
Neither a battle, now a war
Killing, maiming and wounding our men and boys
Black boys and men being killed just because they can
Not greed nor material things or money just drive by
I can pull the trigger and run just because I can and run
No concern about life, just like a roach you step on
Run everyone
Someone got a gun
Bullets left the chamber
Everyone in front of point range in danger
Just enough running don't look up, comin by your hood
Just ridin, a good day for a ride, comin by your house.......
Bullets just don't Drive, bye
Nor like rainfall down from the sky
Run everyone
Someone got a gun
Bullets left the chamber
Everyone in front of point range in danger DRIVE BY?
9/9/17 original write
6/11/20 added revised verse
by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Each moment, like life itself, is a pleasant knock,
This, like the spring surprises, unlocks each time clock;
And unpacks puzzling feelings like Pandora box,
Making me take hold of my lifeboat like a cox...
Knocks are manifold like milkman knock and postman's
Policeman knock stops my heart like a lanced glance;
Knock of freedom flows flawless, like dew on a rose,
And lover's knock at darling's heart no limit knows...
Once I dreamt as though got knocked by an ambulance,
Lying as a corpse cursed to dead ambiance;
Grave dug; coffin decorated; body embalmed,
When I woke I found the whole story flaw-bombarded...
Life is like rugby, full of knocks, knockouts, knockdowns
Rubbing shoulders creates breakdowns and shakedowns;
Knock of hate can sound sometimes like knock of pure love,
Resonance of knock within does love's union shove...
Divine knock, often, beats in the heart like sea waves,
Erupting number of thoughts like volcano caves;
When avoid it clings like iron on the magnet,
I entangle within, like fish in a dragnet...
Knocks must be, like all events, viewed objectively,
In them, are hidden meanings so collectively;
If each knock leads to a call of divinity,
Earthly life can turn into divine dignity...
14 September 2021
''K'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be
Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all
We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed
Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor
Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven
No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door
We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences
Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another
Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white
Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA
Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end
A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.
BLOOD LUST 06/25/2013
What sinister secrets
lurk within my mind,
What raging storms
grip my heart,
What malicious maelstroms
swirl in my eyes,
What demonic forces
torment my soul...
You don't wanna know!
It will only entice you
in its dreadful dragnet
And drag you through
an undead necropolis.
I thirst for the blood
And subsist on the
life essence of living creatures
Prowling relentlessly in the
shadows of the moonlit nights
Awaiting my next meal.
CROSS your heart when you see me,
CROSS your heart NOW when you read this,
For I can feel you breathe
Sense your pounding heart
Smell the sweat of your fear -
So I said so in truth,
So you have been forewarned!
* * * *
LUSTING FOR BLOOD 08/06/2014 (Revised)
What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal.
I can sense your pounding heart
And smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.
I thirst for blood - warm and red,
And a virgin's heart I wildly desire,
If you read any further you'll be led
down a path to the pit of fiery fire.
I cast diabolical spells with words
to lure you into a satanic ritual,
I use no knives, arrows or swords,
It's purely carnal and not spiritual.
Do not read this poem twice,
It will trigger invocation to a spirit,
And turn your warm blood into ice
And let me your soul to inherit!
"The Makeover" contest by Roy Jerden
Well maybe I should apologize
Maybe using free verse on the internet
Isn't the best way to vent my health
But its just the facts man like officer Friday on dragnet
I cant really help the misspelling
And dont I truly wish I had the talent I use to
Thats why I'm on her I guess you could say I'm dwelling
In the past picking at scars until they bleed and thats a mental cue
I hope one day I can prove what I say
But every since I started on here I just been chasing
Poems I already wrote but some one took away
The last of the revised the only link I had to my self before the third eye its hard calcified casing
Of course I cant remember then
Just like these I just put them down off the top of my head
And I won't clown well not in all of them
But I was good why else would people take them
Some days my crazy is worse than others
But I did the research facility thing qnd there 32 drugs a day
That is not something that makes one better and it causes anyone around them to admit it bothers
He went from up and down to q soulless variety of drugs he is today
But I really am serious about that I say
Its so possible if people would get past
The bull they participate in every day
Maybe things important would start to last
Anyway its been fun to pass the time
I won't kill the time again you stay if you want
But I have this game to end just me and the divine
But I am steal im the dark maybe by design
Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them
Some B-Movie actors but so many are gems
The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash
A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh
The next one that secured me to liken this dude
Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good
Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own
You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown
Then came the classics that brought him to the fore
Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored
Catch Me If You Can, The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code
Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode
The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks
In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks