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Lost in the ocean
amidst an endless sea,
Hanging around my neck
is a locket and key,
Picture dwells inside
no big mystery,
Portrait of you,
but it belongs to me,
Can I have a little longer
choking back the tears,
Wishing I could hold you
need to have so near,
Night time is falling
moonlight starts to glow,
I open up the locket,
never to be closed,
My life raft is sinking
water pours within,
Desperate situation
trying to save my skin,
All I really care about
not seeing you again,
Beautiful picture I gaze upon
brings solace to my pain,
O darling if you hear me
love always overcomes,
What a way to go under
your face is right in front,
O god I’m so sorry
have to take this plunge,
My only regret is leaving
you, not how I succumb,
My tears are sweetened
beneath salty waves,
Heart is pounding crazy
first kiss we made,
Your with me as I perish
my soul is not afraid,
Death in war’s nothing
for you my life I freely gave.
By
David Kavanagh
For more than two years, we’ve been riding
a tsunami, now surfing the sixth viral wave
and we’ve all become amateur epidemiologists.
Hooray for MRNA, but variants keep emerging
and we’re all getting tired of the Greek alphabet.
Me, I’m vaxxed to the max, still masked
and was negative in my last test, which
is positive I guess, and though I don’t
understand them, I have a bit of respect
for the antis and that flat earth leaning
basketball player, who if the Raptors get
that far, won’t be playing against them
in our home playoff games.
No man is an island, but with covid and
climate change, it sure feels that way
and zoom just ain't the real thing.
And with the sea rising, I feel that
I might go under, when comes
the seventh wave.
I meet my two childhood friends Jacque and Linda.
My twin and I have known them since fifth grade.
We are all going to be seventy this summer.
Carolyn my twin has begged off, because of a broken neck.
We have so much fun, maniacal laughter.
Remembering some stories, making up other stories.
It is the best time! Jacque says, “You sit in the front, Caren.
So you can give Linda directions.”
We begin our short drive to the restaurant.
Jacque is yelling directions from the backseat.
Turn here, go two blocks, take a right. Go under the bridge.
I am rolling my eyes inside my head. We have not changed.
Jacque and I are still bossy, and Linda is trying to please us.
We have to eat American food. Linda will not try Chinese.
Jacque and I wanted Mexican, but that’s not American.
It is a fantastic supper though.
We go back to the hotel and laugh our guts out.
Jacque says she has been married five times.
Neither of us knew. If there is a loser in a room, I will find it.
And I will marry it, she tells us. We are hyenas now.
They finally kicked me out at 1:43 a.m. I was wired.
Back up at six, ready for more fun. Had a blast!
The only way to beat meeting a childhood friend
Is to meet two childhood friends.
The Sea of Fog - A Poem Inspired by the famous painting "Wonderer Above Sea of Fog" by Caspar David Friedrich
Mystic mountains all around,
As a sea of fog is abound
The wanderer looks to the view ahead,
Standing tall, no fear or dread
The sea of fog, a dream-like sight,
Only letting in just enough light
Mystic energy all surrounds,
Spiritual sense can be found
The wanderer cannot see what’s below,
The choices there cannot be seen so
The sea of fog hides what’s down so deep,
To uncover the truth you must take a leap
This painting so nice, so full of wonder,
An adventure awaits for those who go under
I joined the Brownies when I was seven
Oh what fun I was in seventh heaven
Having fun and making new friends
But in the Brownies my life almost ends
We were doing badges - this particular one was for swimming
I wasn’t a strong swimmer and was having lessons
We sat on edge of the baths in our costumes and hats
Then we had to swim along the side of the middle of the pool
To gain our badge we had to swim a width all the way across
I’d only ever swum in the shallow end before
But everyone else was swimming across…
So I started off… got halfway across…
And then I got into trouble
Began to go under the water…
Down
Down
Down
I sank to the bottom of the pool
Two men dived in to save me
My parents were frantic
They had been watching me ‘swim’
And were sitting upstairs on the balcony
Unfolding before their very eyes
Was their worse nightmare
Thankfully these two men saved my life
All I can remember was being rather ill at the side of the pool
As the water came gushing out of me
One memory I have is of being given chocolate buttons to eat on the way home
AND
I was awarded by Brownie badge – guess it was out of guilt
I never did complete that width.
Now I am scared of deep water
If anyone asks me if I can swim…
I say ‘yes’… like a stone!
11~02~14
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Who gauge a crown with stars at its edge,
and fathom hollows beleaguered trails.
An unmarked course decorates the pledge,
may tether the ring that brinks its ledge,
the faithful choose sky-map to lead sails.
Instruments and gadgets beg a touch,
there's more to be that makes a wonder,
this and that may serve their purpose much,
the dream remains lest they'll be nonesuch,
let strength soar and the weak go under.
No small outcome affects such a trend,
for the passage takes time that will cost,
as novel concerns promptly descend,
who'll be the wiser, a fool ascend,
impulsive predicaments, claims lost.
Star jumpers uses time just because,
the relevance bears no consequence,
... till, time travel--worthy for a pause,
redo's and reviews, for errs, check flaws,
back to Plan A, ... but, ... add the sixth sense.
Unexplored regions challenge like bees,
too soon to choose a risk you will lose,
time's created for necessities,
prompts none to favor to win with ease,
cast a world less one constant amuse.
Harmony soothes what tragedy flits,
the ancient mariner in full spring,
a starry heaven affairs true grits,
ample weighs a voyage chart by wits,
the wellspring flows free -- if anything ...
A heavy heart places a stone on the gloomy eyes
Unshed tears collect in the core of deep sorrow.
A distress blow breaks the mind, it silently cries
Pained words form, remain unsaid in deep sorrow.
A surge of grief drowns the heart, it slowly sinks
The anchor disappears in the gloom of deep sorrow.
On the incised agony tears flow in a sullen stream
Go under the sands of dismal desert of deep sorrow.
Touch of compassion and words of calm sympathy
Uncover the mind, lifts the shroud of deep sorrow.
The flood comes in a torrent, breaks the silence
Eyes can’t hold the mind melted in deep sorrow.
November 10, 2017.
your Little Wonder
I broke away from all;
all of your little trappings;
God saw to that;
Your eyes;
Eyes seem to have hate (just where is the love);
Yes rights of hate this truth;
Sitting here napping, romancing...
All the negative things;
Being stuck on the negative;
I am small in mind;
Little Wonder
Some may call me a black genesis;
A colored sump even a ***** square;
I find discrimination unfair;
Whites and Blacks differences you see it can only be skin;
But we all have the same soul and spirits you see..
I broke away from all;
All of your little trappings;
God saw to that;
Your eyes;
Eyes seem to have hate;
Little Wonder
Yes rights of hate this truth;
Sitting here napping, romancing...
All the negative things;
Being stuck on the negative;
I am small in mind;
Not to easy to find me today taking all of that racial strife, it's very hard you Yes you, see to live in the sixties
And laugh
So much ridicule and racial spools ;
You see friends if there're any left;
Have refused God and Jesus;
Little Wonder
And I'm here today to bring in all of the thunder;
I yet love those haters of me cause of my color;
I'm your little wonder
And as you and I go under;
The germs of hatred;
As we live our lives bliss;
Just a black boy surmised a fitted boy surprised;
Oh ooh ooh wee guess I just still still your little wonder;
As I wonder, as I wonder through this hate filled world;
Your little wonder
I broke away from all
All of your little trappings
God saw to that
Your eyes
Yes rights of hate this truth
Sitting here napping, romancing...
All the negative things
Being stuck on the negative
I am small in mind
Co created black and I AM...
Little Wonder
9/25/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
Written @ North High School 1970 for Class assignment
Nickels or pennies, dollars or pounds,
Feed those machines, can you hear your heart pound?
Spinning and winning drawing you in,
Feeding a frenzy before you begin.
One dollar here, a few hundred pounds
Soon you are dragged in, about to go down.
It’s an addiction feeding those sluts,
no use complaining or spilling your guts.
It's exhilarating hearing the sound, of yet one more silly bonus round.
Yet still, we sit on that comfy chair, often we utter an earnest silent prayer.
God does not listen to those wishing prayers for a game to land often and pay us again.
Spinning we do each and every day, no matter the promise
We can’t stay away.
The reels are illusions, to make us forget, it is our hard earned money we sit here and bet.
We are all losers, sitting on chairs, feeding a frenzy, a re-trigger to get
What is it really, why do we bet?
A bonus round comes, excited we sit, to collect a few pennies after hundreds were spent
Slots are ruthless a sure way to lose, some are addicted, to heroin and booze.
Off to the tables for a bit of fun, that is like holding a loaded gun,
Spin the roulette, and hope for your number,
See your bank balance soon go under.
Go to Black Jack think to count,
they are not stupid, they have covered the shoe,
No chance of winning whatever you do.
But it does not matter we say to ourselves… when in denial you cannot quit, you often hear people begging for a few quid.
I like to gamble, really I do, control is not easy when an addiction is true.
Do not let gambling take over your life, you may end up losing yourself and your wife.
It is not funny, nor is it unreal, that powerful addiction we have for the reel.
Some weekends I lose thousands a night, that does not scare me nor give me a fright. That is the addict's plight.
Been diagnosed with start of glaucoma
It certainly was to be expected
Members of my family have also suffered
So why wouldn't I be affected
As most families go, so go its members
Very few of us miss this inheritance
Scads of money would be much more welcome
But we're all a slave to happenstance
Hopefully it's progress is really slow moving
And I'm good for a while yet to come
Not keen on anything to do with the eyeballs
Feel squeamish and come all undone
Maybe I'll be spared and catch a good break
I won't need to go under the knife
That word knife always scares the poop out of me
The most disturbing word of my life
“Okay Jack, you're sissy side is showing
Remember you're a male, stand up tall!”
Male, schmale, I cringe at the image
Of a doctor scraping my eyeballs
© Jack Ellison 2013