Long Experimentation Poems
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Like many comrades and councilors of Moon Knight,
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, was in fight and might, bright;
Reservoir of Herculean power and strength,
He could lift thousands of pounds and punch any length...!
Gymnast! Acrobat! Olympic muscle tissues!
He could suffuse or transfuse perilous issues.
Power, born of self-will experimentation,
Fused in him mercurial mobilization...!
Rat or cat or elephant like sharp hearing sense,
Owls and eagles like radar vision effulgence;
Enabled him antidate his environs clear,
And respond and combat with vehemence severe...!
Lion-like he could fight Captain America
Superman, another puissance replica;
Moon Knight and Daredevil, though, fought a tough battle,
Merged to collaborate with warm tittle-tattle...!!!
31 October 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
ATHENS DECEMBER 1983
COSMOS COLOURED KALEIDOSCOPE
A world so full of people,
Yet so empty,
Its vacuum is unbelievably painful,
Our cosmos surrounds us
In it’s infinite greatness,
But within, lies only selfishness.
A planet, a continent
A country, a town,
What does it matter if there
Is no meaning to
It’s very existence,
If for what we are looking
For, lies hidden beneath a
Lifetime’s experimentation?
A vision for a lust
Of living suddenly
Flashes past,
And as thirsty as we are to
Fulfil our innermost desires,
Grasp out and clutch,
At an unfinished dream,
Only to find that this illusion
Is not tangible,
Only imaginable!
once soothing to two
wherever time was
(throughout our relationship at times there was harmony)
lovers
in the moment
(that moment in time when we engaged in sex)
in music of the man who nature dances to
(god was with us)
wrestle in the wind
feel their existence
(and in our love of nature we felt our existence and we were with god)
on nothing they roll
(our love levitated us)
unaware of cold
(we felt nothing but one another)
swim the desert sand
(lost in our unconscious)
and she
wearing his smoking jacket
(and when it was done we were still one)
then it starts again
(our sexual experience continues)
the touch of chains
as they mesh explosive
on the edge of a steel rip
(bondage and trust on the cutting edge of our experimentation)
an hour of talking
(we talk)
then their bare flesh together
in their source
timed
(once again we bond in the making of love)
the crackling sound
of their intercourse
(our sounds like fireworks)
as in a filmstrip
(and we go beyond reality)
and once again
a thousand explosions
(as our orgasms are multiple and explosive)
22~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.
Harriet Lerner
Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man’s affair
Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M’Lord,
and I’ll wage war in mine
Movie, Lady Godiva of Coventry (1955)
MASQUERADE
Quivers the man traversing the icescape.
Queen dominates the saddle with her eyes.
Size five, bare, narrow feet melt snowy floor.
Masquerade - his wife dreamy in disguise.
Flesh, smooth as ice rink, after zamboni.
Warm hearth behind the seven veils of d’sire.
Godiva tresses descend to her knees.
Bright red lips, parting flames, a flute of fire.
Singes where cherry makes contact...shivers
and moans like Winter Nor’easter through trees.
Memories malleable — tongue to ink.
Lobe, neck, thighs surrender to cold night tease.
Quiet warmth underneath the satin sheets.
His eyes wide open - concedes his defeat.
2/1/2021
Sensual Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
HMS Line 1 lists icescape as 3 syllables but it is 2
Let us just for argument sake a moment contemplate
or imagine ?
Something is amiss with the world ?
Not that it is flat still round more like
missing ?
Maybe flight MH-50 accidentally came across ?
Like it not appearing on radar or has been wipped from off the global map erased and hidden to the enquiring eye ?
Say 2 missing continent or island we have been lead to believe or view as nothing more than uncharted ocean ?
1 which was rather in fact a parallel universe or testing ground for social experimentation ?
Researching the consequences and effects of such
thing's as political upheaval , viral outbreaks and extraterrestrial visitation would have on
the human psychy in the end of worst case scenario armageddon or the apocalypse was ever to occur ?
And the 2nd an island paradise where they can start again
and still remain and stay in power, protect and keep their wealth in tact ?
Beside the vaccine and cure to every known human
disease and alternative green abundant fuel source
and neither a jail nor policeman on it ?
A paradise heaven on earth where no 1
gets sick and everyone's gets along and
thinks alike
That is still not enough and before long
begins a race between former acolytes
To see who can make it back 1st
to plant his flag in the smoldering
ashes
In order so he in fact can profess to
take his rightful true place as the new
Messiah the 2nd coming of Christ
In this era of experimentation,
unforeseen boulders form
in the road of progress.
Low interest rates
encourage the right hand to invest,
while the left speculates unnoticed.
Governments spend money before the ink dries,
purchasing assets, forcing lines on economic charts,
following virgin protocols.
Skewed markets seem normal,
kurtosis no longer matters
in this 21st century laboratory.
Social scientists join the parade
with shutdown demands
to end a pandemic.
Boulders become barriers,
traffic crawls,
and anxiety replaces speed.
Fuel runs low,
compensated by steep descent
into a mist blocking the destination.
No one knows where this new turnpike,
with untested exits and unmarked lanes goes,
but drivers follow large road signs overhead.
When you can't find peace,
And just need to release,
These pent up energies,
Remember this please,
Life can be a mess.
It's a work in progress,
Sometimes you have to guess,
Mess with the colors a bit,
See what you discover.
Did you uncover a new technique?
Each person's path is unique,
You tweak it here,
Tweak it there,
Brush strokes are everywhere.
Like strands of spaghetti,
It doesn't look pretty,
Petty patterns interrupt me,
Disrupting the flow,
They're helping to grow,
Into the life you want to know.
Showing piece by piece,
Picture your perfect peace,
Release all expectation,
Creation is a masterpiece,
Based in experimentation.
Chorus:
The countryside rambler refused to be confined
in an institution of experimentation and be abused;
escaping civilization was her will to find freedom,
to see the new spring bloom and chase butterflies:
all she wanted was to ramble in her peaceful kingdom,
where she was free to create her own happiness!
Verse I
Many don't know why Linda Bishop was afraid;
her strange personality made her helpless and frail,
and unable to burn all the bridges she crossed,
she held on her firm belief that freedom wasn't Hell!
Verse II
Linda Bishop, challenged every doctor in the psychatric world...
refusing what it offered to make her feel alive and do better;
her mental disease was advanced and needed to be cured,
pills were the only alternative to make her a prisoner forever!
Verse III
And in that room where demons gathered daily
to break her fearless spirit, she planned revenge:
never giving in and allowing others to change
her outlook on life and mainly her delusive reality!
Verse IV
Linda Bishop defied a society that believed in medication,
she broke from it and wandered in that wilderness all winter;
surviving on water and apples she picked in cool October...
some wonder how she spent her time in bleaky desolation?
Verse V
Linda's fate was an aweful one, she was found dead by a dim burning log
in an old farmhouse wearing a coat that sheltered her from the bitter cold;
she was a hermit who sought no sympathy, perhaps her faith in our Lord
was stronger than anyone who ever lived in solitude, finding comfort in song!
Written on 5/7/2017
Culinary creativity
and experimentation
"Smashed potatoes...
I garnish them basil
Partially douse in salt"
Sensory delight
and pleasure
"Boredom in the water...
Popped and butter
What a tasty substance"
Joy and satisfaction
"Numb, numb yum mashed
Creative and playful
Expression of culinary delight
And the joy of cooking
3/22/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Scriptural reinforcement
- 1 Corinthians 10:31: "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."
- Deuteronomy 8:10: "When you have eaten and are full, then you shall bless the Lord your God for the good land which He has given you."
- Acts 2:46: "Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts."
Wisdom
A candle burning in a peaceful and tranquil state,
In its flicker, reflect on past and present, successes and mistakes,
In its glow, absorb the radiations of actions and thoughts,
With it light many candles, share the wisdom in its pure and powerful state.
As a child, I imitated elders,
Parents words of wisdom still dictate my life,
Speak words which does not hurt others,
Appreciate good in others,
Knowledge teaches, Wisdom listens.
Gather some wisdom thru experimentation,
Explore new ideas and bold imaginations,
Help solve past problems, and create new hope for the future,
It is a wisdom gained and never denied.