Long Gnat Poems
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The heart of a lion
The soul of a flea
The energy of a gnat
Please do not let this be me
Reaching into my junk drawer
I pick up three items that give me glee
A candy bar wrapper,
And a playing card with a decorated bee.
Dragons in my undercarriage,
Dolphin party in the sea,
This poem is starting to feel jazzy,
It is lively, and it’s free.
I line up the unicorns,
Who are laughing at my knee.
They ask Trixie to join them,
So she dances away with thee.
Her underling muses
Chip and Dale come running to me.
They are dying to write a poem,
So we line up the junk items three.
Let’s make it funny, says Chip
A cut up we all agree.
But Dale wants a sad poem,
So we begin to disagree.
Trixie's assistants laugh at my consternation
And run away you see,
So this is the end of the poem,
Which made me yell a “whee!”
A giggle and screech filled pond
on the crushed gravel path
a sheen of sweat forming
on my medditeranian nut browned skin;
waylayed was I by a hitch-hiker.
The gnat maintained a steady oribit
about the circumferance of my head,
wether held there by some unknown power
or the monumental magnetic magnitude of my brain;
none will ever know.
Arms swinging at a frantic pace
it seems impossible to believe my pinwheeling form
was unable to dislodge this bugger,
keeping a geosynchronous orbit around my noggin.
Yet, the likelihood of a tag team
of insectoid astronauts seemed slim.
As the silken breeze went weaving amongst
the pines and rustling withing the pond weeds
armies of these pin pricks of horror swarm
attending summer clad fishermen, beet red two year olds
and there hippopotomus shaped mothers in the drink.
The doldrums of August have begun in earnest,
as the black flies decend, probing their universe,
persistant and provoking as the humans they oribit.
Step into a world
Enshrouded by the fog
Of the truth you try to hide
Of the truth you pass as lies
Shades of your past
Try to take you in the blast
As they're digging out truth
Make you reach out for the truth
Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide
Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide
Crash, thunder booms
And the dark clouds, they loom
Overhead, they start to crack
Downpour and turn the sky to black
Boom, trigger pulled
But the future wasn't nulled
If you want to see inside
Buckle up, let's take a ride
Persona, to grant you the power
To rise and face the day
Conquer all that's in your way
Hear the thunder crack
As you pull the trigger back
If you want to be somebody else
You should learn to see yourself
'Cause do you really wanna live like that?
Acting like a fly if you're just a gnat?
Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide
'Cause there's so much more for you to see
The only person that you need to be
Is yourself and that is all that should ever be
'Cause there's no reason to live a big lie
Acting like a god when you're so scared to die
Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide
Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide
A gnat a small winged insect
Gnats often fund in large swarms
Cohabitated with a house fly inept
They lived together shared a room outside a barn
In the blink of an eye
The fly spied waste/manure
The gnat said hey, wait what ya doing, sigh!
The fly licked and washed his hands maneuvered
Opened his mouth and the fly liquefy the manure waste
He asked the gnat, oooh yum you want a taste
Making it substance, suitable for their taste
The gnat said no, he’s got a better taste to behold ooh! waste
The gnat at the dusk, flying in swarms near water Sources Rivers and streams
Declared his attraction to moisture, clean organic matter
And wet soil Fungus and human eye water
No, thank you I’ll settle for sweet fruits know what I mean
And vegetables, nectar, human blood and plant roots
I don’t want no part of that manure
the gnat imparted, I AIN'T EATTIN THAT MESS?
11/20/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
"All our soldiers died on the battle field,
And its an inspiring awe that the royal euchite never got killed,
Prove to me if it's not a disloyal formatted deal?
Our Emperor's skin was scorchingly peeled,
Inextricably with his scepter and crown uncongealed,
So accept what I'm telling you with a loyal heart,
"Bring to me that euchite,
To whom does he stir pretence against to excite?
He deserves not to feel the rainfall in the savannah zone,
Make sure you get me blush of young males to take on him a toll,
Select from them strong men with healthy head bone,
Whilst you organise an imperial poll,
Weary is my sacred sword to behead that intrusive soul,
He will see the power which sleeps extremely if a chimpanzee starts to groan,
Why should he publish books of demonic role?
Who gave him the previlege to fastened those royal pavillions with a vicious rope?
Politics is now introducing cruel dominion,
Tell me if I'm wrong to take revenge against his acted oppinion,
Day to day it destroys those consecrated trees in the grove,
Take this atlas to lead you through the scaling cone,
Look through the regions of wooldlands hole,
On the desert,follow every caravan in a row,
You can testify how this city is now getting old,
And that gnat want to please the heart of its foe,
Be alert on every step you take on the evil road,
He may also set his prime troops to defend himself with a brutal show,
And I think you being as patriot will fetch us a lifetime bote,
Probably,when you get hold of him outside the cities identified with a stone,
Bring him back to justify himself at home,
If you also catch him anywhere holding the emperor's hone,
Mark his forehead before you bring him to defecate what he'd sold,
For we will then after,enthrone you to play a monarch role,
In order to extend the pastures of our regional mode",
These are the words of a great commander to his descreet servants.
Paraded endlessly, this spectacle the Elephants know to be degrading,
And their counterparts from the sea , the Orcas, resist in captivity
By refusing to unfurl their proud dorsal fin, stings my eyes like a gnat
Lodged in my cortex, no amount of profit seems to dislodge.
Waking from my dream, I notice the old man waving to the crowd,
Gesturing wildly, as if warning of something no-one has yet seen.
Every evolution of Plybinium Quasar, the spectacle increases, with
Dogs leaping and biting at the air, and Neptunes, of disproportionate
Size, unable (or unwilling) to allow the pain to subside.
The viewing platform, constructed entirely of entitlements, teeters
Vicariously in the breeze, with the prominent attendees smiling, despite
Frostbite, inching up their extended promises.
Utilizing “light-track” technology, the time hoppers applaud
At pre-determined intervals, a strenuous exercise for sure,
Given the time restraints imposed by the counters in the Humbolt Quasar.
In this unfamiliar atmosphere, what clean air there is left to breathe
Smells pretty bad, like a cake frosted with sulfur.
01/10/11
9:46 pm
© All Rights Reserved
she flittered, she flew
taxing her wings, little sputtering things
with each teeny-tiny flap - a sparkle of gold
twinkled her wee little sky
up
up
up
she goes
faerie friends laughed at her goal
to see the heavens from Redwood Mount
the tree tickled by her effort
and sparkling breathless
arrayed with golden boots, skirt
then shirt
she lands and sleeps
for awhile dreaming of stars
circling her weary nest
maternal arms gently wrap
around this teeny-tiny force of nature
she yawns and sees the dawn
colors imagined only on the ground
paint the horizon
she waves her wand
and captures specks
her pointy toes will touch the earth
after the sunshine of Summer
the hallelujah winds of Fall
brisk snow of Winter
and in the flowery Spring she lands
as the faerie applause explodes
barely whispering in the ear’s of a gnat
1/5/2019
Let’s go said the crow
Not now said the cow
But when said the hen
Don’t know said the doe
Hey look said the rook
Big truck said the duck
Go peep said the sheep
Not me said the bee
We’re there said the bear
Where’s there said the hare
Who’s we said the flea
We few said the shrew
No juice said the goose
Need gas said the ass
That’s that said the bat
Look here said the deer
What’s that said the rat
It’s fuel said the mule
It’s full said the bull
Time then said the wren
What for said the boar
Think big said the pig
Drive quick said the chick
Not that said the cat
Let’s jog said the dog
Let’s sail said the quail
No boat said the goat
Let’s vote said the stoat
You wish said the fish
We’re off said the sloth
Rough ride said the ide
Rough road said the toad
Can’t see said the flea
Thick fog said the frog
Turn left said the eft
Yes Mam said the ram
Three blocks said the fox
We’re there said the mare
Quick, brake said the snake
Don’t skid said the squid
Just park said the shark
That’s odd said the cod
Messed up said the pup
Why’s that said the gnat
Wrong house said the mouse
Oh damn said the lamb
What now said the sow
Let’s think said the skink
Move on said the swan
Where to said the roo
Go back said the yak
The zoo? said the ewe
Of course said the horse
Okay said the ray
Fuel’s out said the trout
Oh **** said the buck
Labyrinthia P. Babineaux …………… The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward
Papa Babineaux …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary
Algebra Babineaux ……………………… The even-tempered Mother
Bumblebee Babineaux ………………… The precocious younger Sister
Gnat Babineaux …………………………… The curious little Brother
Cabernet Babineaux …………………… The distant Cousin
Ulysses “Zully” Kowolski ……………… The world-weary Sailorman
Nikita Something ………………………… The learned Creole Seer
Mitchell Hollywood ………………………. The adulterous Inn Keeper
Tom Sickley …………………………………… The disingenuous Feather Merchant
Fr. Marcus Paternoster ……………...... The lecherous Clergyman
Steve Merkin ………………………………… The unscrupulous Accountant
Vince Fettish ………………………………… The nefarious Fantasy Man
Xerxes the Great …………………………… The Emperor of Persia and Media
Dante Foolhardy …………………………... The Stultifying Court Jester
John Travailleur, Esq. …………………… Just another John
Plus … townspeople, pirates, Indians, street musicians and beggars, Cajuns, swamp rats, women, young ladies, and girls.
the spouse of william jefferson bitten
i.e. hillary clinton
appears tub bee foster ring ill fit ten
for tha role of president - cuz, she z currently hit n
objections viz potential intelligence violations -
no mo' trust dose heart melting con vince lion eyes
faw catapulting her vaunted term
as n impeccable secretary of state
earning in vince able kudos via fostered trappings
donning stern stance sparring with a mitten
over each hand, while her doth go a knit n
resolutions to global conflagrations
though now, the public at large
(myself included) nada sit n
so comfortable per recent traction less record smitten
via questionable activity encompassing sensitivity of email
thus, she may see duff feet written
as primary elections draw candidates at bat
thee aforementioned democrat
sharp and whip smart -
though responding to queries
somewhat mechanical and flat
tis understandable (to me) -
how media hounds buzz like a giant gnat
she generally maintains
(in my opinion) steadfastness
indicating strengths to grapple
with worldly wide webbed woes
without tossing in/out figurative hat
n might be regaled with courtiers unfurling a tartan scottish mat
while tight security maintains vigilance
against bad company, who could spat
or risk hurling little rocks
and/or vials of corrosive acid from the white water vat.