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A large thud shakes the house
Waking up a farmer and his wife in Georgetown, Texas.
Did you hear that? She nods.
What do you think it was?
I think the oak tree came down.
They go back to sleep.
The next day they find an immovable piece of stainless steel in the yard.
Too heavy to budge with a tractor.
“I think it’s a piece of a rocket,” she says.
He thinks this is hilarious.
Tells his friends at McDonald’s.
They laugh about it for years.
The tale is told over and over.
The guffaws are large.
Until 1997 when an engineer inspects the steel.
It is a tank from an old rocket, he tells the farmer.
I imagine it weighs six hundred pounds.
“Shh!” the farmer says, “Don’t tell the wife.”
Improvements fuse to Inventor's efforts
Nous flowers to dissect design
Nurturing device surpasses old methods
Onerous abattoir livestock conclusion
Vexes an astutely tuned mind
Amplifies ideas for far kinder solution
Thoughtful additions shifts boxes existing
Overhauls, rough edges refined
Regulates treatment within meat industry
Considers fixes to infrequent quandaries
Aptitude reaches each dimension
Pragmatic contraption, rapid responsive
Tirelessly hones entire bovine benevolence
Inspects with scrupulous attention
Verifies every integral nut bolt's relevance
Accolades awarded by national dignitaries
Tribute Stealth slaughter invention
Essential kills occur unforeseen, soft, swiftly
Success above fitter turner veterans,
his brain superlative
11th October 2022
Written for Contest: Captivation
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Robert Haworth,
Finest Inventor
My Man Forever
On Deserved Display
In Melbourne this week
Here's to Future Fortune
And then I saw her start to dance…
Feeling ‘In-France ',
I sang-
entranced...
"Once in a whole year
she orders the pizza!"
"The rest of it she's
spinning in place
saying chichineatza!"
But sometime, on the road to danger,
she came longer than anybody inspects,
she came longer
than impressive bereft,
it was a bonger!
This random guy took whole check!
But he was a bomber-
the world almost got wrecked,
but I came back on her
without my respect,
I ran around longer
than anybody inspects,
it came time to say 'I am left,'
so I ran, and then I lept,
never to return home-
now running for the press,
because Simon only knows what Simon really says,
I say, as I bite bronze harder than a T-Rex,
I smite the jogger, the wanderer, and the possessed,
I smite the Wrong-Doer whom nobody suspects,
because I am correct,
goddammit I am a mess!
Totally appalled and under arrest,
totally estranged to becoming undressed,
like wounds that are healing-
I want to do my best,
I just want one motorcycle, one girl,
and one neck,
don't call me horse -man -bear -pig;
but demon,
demon -man -chick,
pop your pimples
free up your ticks,
match and pair,
and then underwear-
rotate the clips,
story mode-
movie night-
interesting sight,
come longer than a pipe!
Industrial size...
and full of device-
be
white
hot
fire
ice
And smoke pot...
For Christ!
Pick ‘um all up at their price,
dose yourself like mice,
interrupt yourself when you have advice,
and notice it when their brains are away,
and on vacation for the day,
he~he,
stay away,
by staying awake!
I'm sorry prince fake,
you're going the other way!
Down in the crypt where the caskets lie
And dust stirs up when trucks go by
Giggling sounds, not moans and groans
From the tomb of Skelton Bones
When the trucks go by no more
No light peeks beneath the door
Bony feet on an ice cold floor
Skelton Bones inspects his claw
Skelton Bones was a pirate, old
Sailed the seas in search of gold
His right hand by a dragon took
Now its claw is Skelton’s hook
Once, he’d dressed in silk and cotton
Skelton’s clothes are long since rotten
All that’s left, a belt and buckle
And his hat which makes him chuckle
He’s Skelton Bones; a pirate, nude
But not intentionally rude
He says, “Ahoy!” in pirate tones
That’s the sound of Skelton Bones
But now he has a yen to be
Once more sailing ’pon the sea
Been too long; three hundred years
Skelton calls his buccaneers
When the door creaks open wide
Ghostly pirates lurk outside
But with no seas to sail nearby
Skelton’s ship takes to the sky
Hear that Jolly Roger flap?
Or the canon hatches clap?
Keep a firm hand on your riches
Or he’ll steal them… and your britches
And as he rides the clouds and skies
A crew, undead, that never dies
In Skelton’s wake the east wind wails
It’s in his bones and in his sails
Warm words work well
Touch thrills true tell
Feel fancy fling
Sweet sounds spring sings
Love lives last light
See sensuous sights
Bright blossoms bring
Rich rapture rings
Charm curls cute come
Sure signs start sums
Big blooms blur bust
Take tickles trust
Deed drains deep dust
Master moves must
Force feed free form
Nimble new norms
Pleasure primes pain
Greed gurgles gain
Blur bearings boast
Chance crazy coast
Mind moves most moods
Heart hurls harsh hood
Tasty treats touch
Spell sober such
Dance deepens deed
Sow special seeds
Leave lasting lines
Fine feed feels fine
Glimpse growing glow
See sanguine show
Mind moves matter
Sweet signs shelter
Id inspects ink
Breaks blessing brink
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2015
Singapore
storm, weight of rain sloshes
o’er the sides of the acrylic tub
thunder of strobe, eyes blinking
slashes of screams, disaster —
utterance of lips, gutteral
door jammed, eye to eye contact
with the lion and lamb; the owl
on heights of despair interrogates,
scrutinizes, eyeballs the blood seas,
sees all, inspects your history,
his and his too, talons tapping.
outside the storm-beset sanctuary
enlightenment, smoky decanter,
revolt against rage, mercy seeks
mercy great, dumbo’s ears all wet,
humbling effect, spirit genuflect
running, running, out of breath
entangled in net, unseen drooling
at achilles tendon, heel’s devotion
genuflection at soaked-white tow’r,
emptied of a mother’s call, deliver’d
a newborn once more — water
breaking, agony of childbirth
the ruination of seeds, road rage
— off course; after impregnation
of tumbling weeds, g.p.s turned off
God is greater than all this. Later
it seems frivolous. Weight was great —
shoulder-pounding, tremulous.
But He comforts us
as if we had a boo-boo —
God, great and wonderful
cleanses the germs
thoroughly, applies bandaid,
kisses the wound; also
the forehead
mother’s heart and stomach
patched; her seething brain
restored to sanity
God moved
the husband’s hand to phone
softened hearts of stone
punishment was puny
Three cords intertwined
A fourth runs through and through
Spirit of release and joy
the Lord allows not
the ruination of a mother’s soul;
pulls her close — nose to nose
with the lion, lamb and owl
she can only smile now
8/12/2020
Brian Strand’s contest
Father In Heaven
Further searches our Father inspects us creator of all (US) our Father
Appropriate Father consulting free will giver of free souls our Father
Troubled souls evaluate comes to terms to Our Daddy God our Father
Higher moralities face in earth and in space Jesus Magistrate this world
Enlightened souls assess, address the openness of His truth our Father
Regular checkups reprimand many chance to be rebirth again our Father
Internal repress suffer; stop repent start over God love in earth and heaven
Nameless kindnesses aspire to take your souls higher above in heaven
Humble digs paced heaven our eternal home the believer rome in heaven
Emotional repress determine by our feelings spirit flung new home in heaven
Ambitious hopes intend Our heavenly Father of all and Abraham
Very souls flavor choices life or death, giver of ALL breathe in earth
Earlier moralities focus on forgiveness eternal life in heaven
Neurological consults preside choosing life over death eternal life in heaven
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A State Of Majors and Algebra
From a bridge I lift eyes weary from equation forms
Majors and Algebra instruct
From on high the state loves us
Instinctively feed us what we must know
Keep us in place for hours
Guns on every head…to get ahead
Conclusions always drawn on time
Lines of math carried like conversations to their ends
Fractions fix themselves in front of us
Captured by majors on their heels
Algebra comes undone
Undressed for our consumption
Work, like dreams, goes on forever
Tonight it waits for majors and algebra to merge
Ranks remove me to seclusion
Books fall with rain into retreat
Lives are bulletins with holes
When government controls
Shocked to life with streams of data
Or shot to death in line with reason
Options can be unkind
No one inspects the dark
Perhaps it is not there
No one suspects me
In this my figures lie in wait
To see what moves prove
A state of majors and algebra
Or my escape
A beetle begins its shift
where the day left off~
at the edge of a stone
it has moved before.
It tests the surface first,
tapping once with an antenna,
then proceeds,
lifting each leg deliberately
as though the ground requires
confirmation.
A pebble blocks its path.
It pauses,
gives a soft scrape,
nudges it half an inch
then continues,
the adjustment noted
only by the beetle itself.
On bark,
its carapace catches
the a pale pull of light~
a thin, ancestral shimmer
that recalls the long night
its kind has always known.
It inspects a fallen leaf,
turning it slightly
to read the underside~
a task completed nightly,
never hurried,
never skipped.
By dawn,
nothing looks changed,
though the beetle has worked
every inch
of its small world.
And yet the dark feels steadier
even in our quiet daily labors~
minute corrections
that keep the hours aligned,
and meaningful
until the first pale light
lifts the edges of the day
and carries work
forward.
Characters:
Narrator,
Queen Bee &
Worker Bee.
Setting:
Inside a bustling beehive, buzzing with activity. The Queen Bee inspects the honeycomb.
Narrator:
Deep in the hive, a kingdom thrives,
Golden walls and buzzing lives.
The Queen Bee reigns, with a watchful eye,
Her workers toil, beneath the sky.
(Queen Bee flutters her wings, surveying the hive)
Queen Bee:
Busy bees, your wings a-thrum,
Pollen bright, a joyful hum.
Honeycomb walls, our golden pride,
In this sweet hive, we all reside.
(A young worker bee bursts into the hive, frantic)
Worker Bee:
Oh, Queen! A terror grips my heart,
A friend is lost, torn, ripped apart!
A shimmery net, a sticky snare,
A monstrous spider, waiting there!
(Queen Bee turns sharply, her voice hardening)
Queen Bee:
The web of death, a chilling sight,
A cruel design, that claims its right.
One life may fall, a fleeting breath,
But life itself defies such death.
(Queen Bee looks out at the web with a resolute expression)
Narrator:
Though sorrow stings, the Queen holds strong,
Nature's cruel dance, where death belongs.
From fallen forms, new life will bloom,
A cycle spun, within the tomb.
(Queen Bee addresses the worker bee directly)
Queen Bee:
Go, little bee, spread the word wide,
Let work and life, forever confide.
Though loss may strike, with the chilling blow,
The hive endures, and the cycle must flow.
(The worker bee nods solemnly and flies back to the hive)
Narrator:
The Queen alone, with regal gaze,
Watches the web, a beauty's daze.
Death intertwined with life's embrace,
A circle spun, in nature's space.
(End Scene)