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F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
Fabulously
A ltruistically available, adaptable, and attractive…
Absolutely
T emperate teacher, thoughtful, timely - tackling things…
Tactfully
H ilariously humane, hallowed, happy, heavenly, holy…
Habitually
E arnestly eager, effective, elegant, endearing, edifying…
Eternally
R adiantly ravishing, realistic, rejuvenating, resilient…
Realistically
S erenely sincere, sensitive, sociable, soft-spoken…
Significantly
D evotedly dedicated, disciplined, Determined…
Deeply
A dmirably acceptable, adorable, agreeable, alert…
Always
y earlong yogic, youngish, yielding… yeasty…
Youthfully
Younger
Yours…
………..
11th May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
No antihistamine can
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting *****
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,
where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted
"scapegoat" bullied by most every punk
wrathful verbal sucker punches,
whereby yours truly habitually shrunk
within himself, yet self actualization
predates how severe
introvertedness doth debunk
the penultimate prevalence that mean kids,
albeit cruel, fiendish, incriminating
ganged accomplices further sunk
this then boy careering
into an abysmal funk
crashing into bajillion pieces
with soundless silent thunk
pitching mental health
(actually entire self)
analogous to comatose
state losing a chunk
of vital growing up years,
when upon reluctant
commencement into early adulthood
debilitating chafing
against self destructive
(mailer daemon) nemesis did brood
apathetic degree of functionality crude
delivering punishing perception,
now this older dude
writhes with lament oft times exude
ding self hatred, especially during
critical years, I denied myself food
never reconciling how affliction
cost development good
and plenti stunted development,
when scythe ying grim reaper donning
trademark black hood
dee metaphorically pinned toothpick
lovely bag of bones fragile as breadstick
easily crushed by madding publick
crowdsource, that slip of a cowlick
my excruciating body electric
demolished with figurative flick
of wrist now shutters hermetic
vacuum sealed "prison" brick
an invincible fortified bailiwick
walled in invisible steely fortress
hardest and most resilient mucous thick
against any wrecking ball.
Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...
Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb
of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home
red hot poker rage
their singular male offspring
middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated premises
when both young naifs
prior to attaining age of consent
deploring bing holed up
at 324 Level Road redoubt
built as summer house
remote from fracas of urban bedlam
still fifty years since Leipers
bon voyage into netherland
father and mother
imposed swiftly tailored
harried styled tough love
translated meant absolute zero value
toward offspring they begot,
and made quite clear loathing
heaped upon sundered fountainhead
good for nothing son of a...,
he whittled away precious time
reading avast among trove of material
crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves
mostly to impress intellectual visitors,
when in truth middle aged couple
thinly veiled country bumpkins,
donned with "FAKE" literacy
stereotypical "rednecks,"
inexplicably begot wunderkind
agog with inhaling literature
in tandem with liberal
magazines and newspapers
oft times whiled away countless hours
sunup to sundown
sequestered most remote nook
within local library
few miles walk along country road
served as self taught schooling
since parochial educated regimen
habitually rapped knuckles
courtesy whiplike hickory stick
if pupil evinced slightest
distraction, whence schoolmaster
detected lack of attention
as crotchety curmudgeon
blankly droned monotonously
dull jabbering subjected
stone faced classmates
into instant soporific state
futilely struggling to keep eyelids
slamming shut tight
including yours truly,
who when suddenly awake
realized quite a vivid dream!
Dogs are honest.
In other words they don’t lie.
And so you can learn a lot from them.
Humans on the other hand
Are great deceivers and disseminators
In the cause of self interest.
Dogs like self interest too of course
But it’s always a lot more obvious and simple.
Humans more often than not couch
Their self interest in kindness.
There’s a big difference there you know
Honesty being simply what it is
And kindness being up for question
And interpretation,
And so way more superficial.
I like kindness, in fact I habitually do it,
But I like honesty more.
And that’s why I tend to love and trust dogs
More than most of humanity.
Maybe that’s a sad state of affairs
But I don’t think I’m alone.
(10/25/25)
BULLY- - MATON- part 1
Matón—
Tú no eres nada;
Pero un cobarde valiente;
Matón—
Tu elección es tan estúpida;
No podías manejar tu propio poder;
Ya ves que TODOS debemos ver al Padre un día;
Bully--
Your choice is so stupid;
You couldn't handle your own power;
You see we must ALL one day see the Father;
BULLY- - MATON- part 1
A person been habitually seeking to harm or intimidate me
Those whom they perceive as vulnerable see they think it’s me
I’m strong but it hurts and I’m sad;
Too much pain goin on it’s bad
I’ve done nothing to you
You taunt and torture me
And yet I MUST FORGIVE AND LOVE YOU
synonyms: My persecutor, oppressor,
Is such a tyrant, tormentor,
Mental, physical browbeater,
intimidator,
coercer, subjugator;
scourge, tough,
I’ve done nothing to you
You taunt and torture me
And yet I MUST FORGIVE AND LOVE YOU
What a lush
heavy, bully boy or even girl man or woman sure
ruffian, thug
Those of them self they too need love
I forgive them I forget,
Yet
There’s come a time for judgment;
I have no heaven nor hell to place them in….
a blustering, browbeating
your talking negative things bout’ me
you’re habitually cruel, insulting,
threatening me who you think is weaker,
you deem me smaller, or in some way vulnerable
I mustn’t give in
Continue to do what you do
You’re God’s chosen
I’ve done nothing to you
You taunt and torture me
And yet I MUST FORGIVE AND LOVE YOU
I stop you, I’ll pray for your soul
That you be born again
Bullying
Bully--
you ain't nothning;
But a brave coward;
Bully--
Your choice is so stupid;
You couldn't handle your own power;
You see we must ALL one day see the Father;
Matón—
Tú no eres nada;
Pero un cobarde valiente;
Matón—
Tu elección es tan estúpida;
No podías manejar tu propio poder;
Ya ves que TODOS debemos ver al Padre un día;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
-----From forth coming anthology “Reality Realm”
AABA/Bebop
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By:Bannock and
Montreal "Smoked" Meatez__
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I think I just met my wife
it is just that simple
her smile her and devilish smirk
that pretty dimple
I think I just meet my wife
I can't believe I said it
it's probably cause I deserve this
I believe I just met my wife
We don't need no catastrophe
we don't need no havoc
our emotional behavior iss fine
please don't try to change my mind
no were not desperate
no revenge or that what they get
we are just a perfect fit
we belong together
I think I just met my husband
I am mature enough to know this
a real expectation
I know what I'm saying
I just met my husband
and I want the world to know
the prevalent issue in marriage
me with the baby carriage
I know what I am saying
I believe I just met my husband
We don't need any naysayers
habitually negative and critical
nothing polished or political
some clown using words that'll
significantly impact relationship
aint no journey or adventure
or someone tryna find words that fit ya
We like it when it's
me for him and him for me
aint no words that
indicate something different
the harmony is smooth
and the melody is suffenant
grooving through us too is coeffeint
more onever the less
thats the difference
I belive I just found the one for me
"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.
Every night, while I watch,
she stacks the dirty dinner plates:
carefully, habitually,
with the grace of a woman
who has learned to love herself.
Intentionally, methodically,
cleaning dishes at the sink,
she is at her most beautiful.
This is her nightly rhythm.
The dishwasher is always off
because she needs to feel
the running water
on arthritic hands.
Our kitchen window faces the field.
The colors paint her
in tired shades:
First pink, then red, then purple.
Peepers chirp in appreciation
at this time, every spring.
The soap still holds to her,
below the elbow, and lingers
on her forearm, above
three silver bracelets
I gave her in Amsterdam.
When she sleeps tonight,
with one hand behind,
the other on my chest,
I will smell the soap on her skin,
and sleep the better for it.
In the morning, after coffee,
and watching chickadees
peck at the empty feeder,
she touches my earlobe twice.
Her hands are warm
from the ceramic mug.
After years of dinners, stacks of dishes,
and rolled up sleeves, I see
that hands are just for holding things,
but something more has settled here
to make of this, a life,
and the moon in her perfect circle,
is just a luminous plate
suspended in the sky.
Awakening humanity.' Struggling within the breadth and depth of possibility's revelling in those possibility's and also an
Obstinancy.' Blood-soaked actions stoking their reality wanderers all' Lost leaders exploring so much iniquity bursts of good; with some intensity! Travelling in orbits so
Habitually. Builders of edifices in great vanity' until redemption through the veil of flesh; to humanity.' By God
Good Father and intervetionally, in records; and at places
Known historically.' We can follow direction to equanimity'
To Love of all by His path to unity.. No competing teachings.. Some of religiousity.? combine of all factors
Universally, other volumes speak of gaining peace by violence? and volitillity.' In divisivness and opressivity."
By opting children into marriage or co'habitation.. There
Is also taught' forced subjection and much rapicity.!
Stare from stop point,
for a stand point
Worthy the pillar devoid?
lost in lasting why?
Details of tale, entail,
characters who maintain,
So is author's explanation
authority often torture,
Frequent and recent capture,
claim is, best option,
See habitually, their dislike
come, see.
Barely forced,
in doubt, ain't indebt
Consider profit,
a source of balance
And much ahead,
ever come to conclude
Hesitation,
of immersion in self?
So within intention,
a pace form face
Lucky born form,
pursue no shadow
Left in reverse, realize
in rage, or revise level
Far be, reunion with hate
funny to guess try?
Repeating with courage,
speculations root
A fair teary concern,
from doubt
Come,
See...