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Dawning needles darning needles
Everything prefab hole in my heart
I've always said no one cooks meat from scratch
Everyone so in a hurry in fact now no one knows where one is at
Put it in a microwave
Push super X times 2 quick and fast
No time for Grandpa
Nothing left for Grandma
Darn ole socks torn in the drawer
Children leave their holey shirts on the living room floor
One good thing bout' being old
You only have to listen to God and no one else, cause...
of those darn old socks in the Maplewood cedar drawer
No one has time anymore no time for each other
07/31/14
from anthology "Poetry to Bridge Generations Contemporary Age and Poems"
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Time, what a Chaotic being it is
It is Loved and Feared by everyone
It can dismantle everyone but yet it can also restore everyone
But Time can't perfectly heal us
Time hasn’t heal the wounds left by you
Time won't heal the mental scars by your parents
Time didn't heal the scars you afflicted by yourself
Time couldn't heal the damages done by your so call friends
You are not immune to Time, nobody truly is
You got bruised Physically and Emotionally
Ponder this then
Is Time genuinely your ally
Or
Is it your nemesis
Time will never perfectly restore your wounds, only partially
They will serve you as a reminder
Of which that
Illusions are in fact real
Not everyone is golden
Not everyone is your companion
Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Mayor Koch accepting the fact. Myself,
far from crisis central, in North
Manhattan, measuring the temperature
of my apartment. In the sun it is
warm. The crows have returned again
for Spring.
Today life and the city are o.k. Watching
cat in the morning sun. Drinking tea.
My 1300 dollars will melt like summer
snow, but in the meantime, like samurai
I do not show my fear. I remain still
as on the subway and prepared to fight.
I am sitting under the emergency brake
when a coiffured Latin woman rushes aboard.
The doors close but she decides she wants
out. She bangs on the door as the train begins
to move. I see it happen on her face,
she finds the red cord and pulls,
no hesitation.
Maybe someone's hand or foot was caught
in the door. Maybe she's just selfish and
impetuous, got on the uptown not the downtown
side. Maybe the friends she could have
been with didn't get aboard. Whatever
her reason, she acted and the train obeyed.
Some of the passengers sit through the
whole thing, some of us stand. Myself,
I stand, look for the hand caught in the door.
Later, walk home through the pouring rain.
Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Sky blue, temperatures mild. Democracy
is great.
There's many speeches made upon the battlefield of life
And much advice both wise and otherwise
There's words to spur us on to overcome all sorts of strife
Some honest truths and some just hopeful lies.
The pep talk to build up the team so they go out and win;
The mantras found in simple battle cries;
The politics of power delivered with an extra spin;
The prophets' words reduced to sermon size;
The burning words of hatred that can send a man to kill
To light the fire that must be quenched with blood;
The prophecies long written that the blind seek to fulfil;
The word that lifts the fallen from the mud.
The lovers speak in whispers in the darkness of the night
And plight to each their troth in sickly verse
And the righteous lift up their voice to praise God, good and right
And hide the fact that they do something worse.
But if there is humanity and sanity to keep
The world needs stupid poems about sheep.
...or What's science got to do with it?
Galileo looked through a lens one day
And, boy, was he astounded.
The Earth wasn't flat as he'd been told,
It was, in fact, quite rounded.
Pope Urban VIII then came along
And said, "No, that's absolutely wrong,
For, I, the Church, do not agree, and I'm the Wise One.
It's just as plain as plain can be why my pontifical decree's
The Earth is flat and ends right there at the horizon.
And for infallibility, you know, I am renownded."
So Galileo relented and recanted his boast
So he wouldn't be tortured or turned into toast.
A few centuries passed,
A new Pope said he guessed
That his theory might have been misjudged,
Since back then science was begrudged,
And the Church owed him a pardon,
Or a posthumous papal "perhaps", at the most.
The journal of a dying man
The purpose of me pasting my memories
Inbetween these blue lines
Is the simple fact that I'm facing
Unforgiven intimacy in due time
From the bottom of that route 44 cup I sip
Haunted by forgotten story's
From the tip of this pen my pressured luck drips
Peers riding passenger side solo
Hydroplaned, truck nearly flipped
This is the final entry of a fallen child
Yes I'm tired, nearly painted dead
Through clear sky's I'm sainted ahead
What more can I say
Neither of us reading writings
Truly adores this day
Like always I'll be arched in smile, rested in fatality
March through trials, simple steps tested your reality
This is the journal of a passing man
Sympathized for my maloveance
Now as I prance for rain
Satan smurks at my cowardly dance
Perhaps my everyday
Was lived for selfish reasons
My finale, your premering season
Blessed this evening but forever leaving
The final entry of fallen child
Form:
Looking into your eyes as
my fingertips trail across your skin.
If I was ever more content,
I surely don't know when.
Your hair soft and smelling of jasmine,
blonde curls brush your face.
You roll over and wrap me in your arms,
I feel at peace in your embrace.
I open my eyes and I'm all alone.
Your side of the bed, empty and cold.
Tears threaten to spill over
when I realize you're not here to hold.
I want you here with me,
Damn you for leaving my life in such haste.
I miss your touch along my skin,
your kiss so sweet, I still taste.
Your eyes so dark blue
they resemble a sapphire jewel.
To think I could keep those treasures
for myself, what a fool.
I can't take back all those
horrible things I did and said.
There have been many days I've
wished I'd have left you instead.
I keep going over it all in my mind.
And it just doesn't seem fair.
A life stolen for drugs by
an addict who didn't care.
The fact that he is your brother
was the worst of it all.
I see just how far crack-cocaine
can make a person fall.
I'll never forget you and
I'll love you until my very last breath.
And as long as I live
I'll never be over your death.
You’ve been missing your smile and your inner glow
There death has affected you deep and brought great sorrow
The lord took their soul just like a thief
Now they’re in heaven so take comfort in that relief
Your loss was great and you’ll never be the same
Don’t forget them and be true to their name
Your face was full of stress and incredible pain
It hurt me inside when I saw you crying in the rain
Your suffering makes my teeth chatter
I try to cheer you up but it doesn’t seem to matter
If you need me for support please just call
I’ll be there by your side through it all
Your loss was great and you’ll never be the same
Don’t forget them and be true to their name
Your face was full of stress and incredible pain
It hurt me inside when I saw you crying in the rain
I’ll listen close so you can share
I know this is a heavy burden to bear
Take the time to heal and know you have a friend
You’ll see them some day at your life’s end
Your loss was great and you’ll never be the same
Don’t forget them and be true to their name
Your face was full of stress and incredible pain
It hurt me inside when I saw you crying in the rain
I know when they were taken you thought it wasn’t right
But they exist now eternally in perpetual light
Even though never again can you give them you love
Take solace in the fact that they watch over you from the clouds above
Your loss was great and you’ll never be the same
Don’t forget them and be true to their name
Your face was full of stress and incredible pain
It hurt me inside when I saw you crying in the rain
Hey..' You..Are you heading to the bus stop? Well yes..Oh
Good.' Well i don't mean really good though..' why not? You mean
You have not heard.?? Heard what.? Well theres going to be
A plane coming to your bus stop.!! Are you sure.?? Oh yes..
And if you don't have the right ticket..' Well you won't be
Able to board.' And whats more you need different clothes.'
I do ? Well of course you will.' And so will all the other people.' Why?? Well because the plane needs to be able to
See you.' Oh..' yes you need to have really 'bright clothes you see! Like what.? (Like these!) Here are some bright yellow
Pants they go with a pink jacket and a bright blue hat.' Why
Do i need to have those.? Well so the plane can see you all
(Or you may all get killed) hey why can't we just have a bus.?
You can't..!! Thats it..The plane is coming so you just have
To be ready..By the way what sort of plane is it? I don't
Know.! I just know its big and dangerous and you need these clothes.!! How many people does the plane hold? I'm
Afraid I don't really know.! Oh..Does it belong to a particular
Firm I don't know.' Why don't you know? Because its only
Being built now.' Well how is it going to get here? It just is
Ok!! But can it land at the bus stop? Yes it can land anywhere.' Oh..As a matter of fact it might land on the
Canal..' But you'll still need to board.' Yes I know but how do
I get over the water? Thats ok ( i have this inflatable boat
Here!) I don't know? Is it seaworthy even? Of course..Its just crossed the English channel ' now would i sell you it
If it was not safe and effective? But.?? Look.!! i am a busy
Person and this is a fast paced situation.' My those clothes
Do have a certain flair.' They are a bit uncomfortable..Well
Thats not the point.' They have to be viynal so they can be
Washed..' Oh and when is the plane arriving? I told you I don't know..Now tuck the boat under your arm and you
Are going to be ready..Toodle loo.)
OL'E TY COBB OF YESTER YEAR,
WAS A GENIUS IN SPIKES, OR SO I HEAR.
HE RAN THE BASES WITH A BURST OF SPEED.
LIKE ADRENALINE JUNKY IN TIME OF NEED.
STOLE SECOND BASE WITH HIS FOOT HELD HIGH.
A SERIOUS THREAT TO SPIKE ONES EYE.
LIT UP THE CHARTS, WITH ALL HIS STATS.
TRIPLE CROWN WINNER AND THATS A FACT.
NINETEEN-ELEVEN (1911), COBB SET THE PACE.
WITH A FOUR-TWENTY(.420) AVERAGE, HE STOLE EIGHTY-THREE (83) BASE.
LED THE LEAGUE IN TRIPLES FOUR (4)TIMES.
HOMERUN KING NINETEEN-O-NINE (1909).
CHECK HIS STATS, HE LED THEM ALL.
THAT TY COBB COULD PLAY BASEBALL.
THIRTEEN THOUSAND-0- SEVEN-EIGHT(13,078).
NUMBER OF APPEARANCES MADE AT THE PLATE.
DON'T FORGET THE BASE ON BALL.
TWELVE-FORTY-NINE (1,249)AND THAT'S NOT ALL.
FOURTY-ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX (4,186)HITS.
THE RESULTS OF THE WAY HE SWUNG THAT STICK.
BATTING CHAMP ELEVEN (11) DIFFERENT TIMES.
WON NINETEEN TWELEVE (1912)WITH A FOUR-O-NINE (409).
LED EIGHT TIMES, IN TOTAL WITH HITS.
LED STOLEN BASES WITH A TOTAL OF SIX.
EIGHT-NINETY-TWO (892)TOTAL STOLEN BASES.
IMAGINE THE LOOK ON THOSE CATCHERS FACES.
TWENTY-TWO-HUNDRED FORTY-SIX RUNS.
AFTER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, HIS CAREER WAS DONE.
HE ONLY STRUCK OUT SIX-EIGHTY(680) TIMES.
OVER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, THAT BLOWS MY MIND.
HALL OF FAMER, THATS A FACT.
WITH HIS NINETEEN-THIRTY-SIX HALL OF FAME PLAQUE.
GEORGIA PEACH IS DEAD AND DONE.
JULY SEVENTEEN SIXTY-ONE. A
A HUNDRED YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE,
THAT TY COBB LEGEND, STILL LIVES ON.