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1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.
2. My my what a big piece of the pie!
Pension raiders anonymous.
We live to carry secrets,
yearning to fill this need.
Profit devotees
live a life of
penniless
loveless
fear.
3. I mean honest to God, what's the point?
We're all gonna die...why bother?
I may as well just sit here
wallowing in despair,
a quiet, lonely,
unproductive
slacker. A
loveless
fear.
4. You want the goods? I'll give you the goods!
Come here baby and say hello.
How easy is it to come
to life, awe inspiring
mother to us all
prostituting
shame, guilt, and
loveless
fear.
5. Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall.
Am I pretty enough to be
a beauty queen? Parade me
around in fancy cars.
I must protect my
reputation
hinged on a
loveless
fear.
6. Grass is greener on the other side.
Why wouldn't it be? These neighbors
are so filthy rich with their
hundred thousand dollar
landscaping jobs and
mansions built on
envious
loveless
fear.
7. In the end there was always hatred,
deeply seated, mindless, blind rage.
Searching for a suitable
target. Lies built on lies.
Ready to explode:
unforgiving,
merciless,
loveless
fear.
By all means, you sinless wretch
Go ahead, live on cloud nine!
But I can't share in your euphoric state of ecstasy...
I just don't feel that way about myself
never have
never will
*dedicated to Kevin Spacey and his love of all things sinful.
Stubbs Park is decorously rampant,
its paths scamper here and there
like unruly children.
The original landscapers ran riot,
for they planted arching spans
between and over
many of its grassy hillocks,
its trickling brooks.
If you are in meditative mood,
these diminutive bridges
can lead you away and home again
in the compact unwinding
of a few gardened acres.
Catwalks may connect you
to gaps in your life
ones yet uncrossed for want of a bridge’
They can lead you astray also
until you figure out the right questions
to ask of yourself.
Perhaps more to the point
folks can leisurely pass over
some idle hours
between breakfast and lunch.
On a summer evening
your long shadow
can walk over the park
in a few strides.
You may recall then that all your steps
have been
bridges over time,
a landscaping of a life -
and just a walk in the park.
Beauty is everywhere you look. Your children, your job, the landscaping around a house, and birds chirping happily every sunny day. Beauty is found in wisdom, books you read, poems you write or read, and in quotes. Animals are gorgeous when you're looking at or watching them. A rainstorm is full of amazement and a rainbow at the end is full of different colors. Rainbows are magical, lovable, and beautiful to see. Exploring new plants and animals you see is a curious beauty and a special beauty. Being in love for the first time is a wonder and is very beautiful to experience. Campfire flames are beautiful when flickering but dangerous. Having road trips is a wonder and amazing adventure, full of beauty in laughing family photos or memories. Beauty is inside of everyone. We hear beauty in musical instruments playing, when we enjoy sports, and when having a relaxing day at home or with friends. Beauty in giving to others instead of yourself, sharing and cherishing beloved moments or photos in a scrapbook. Beauty is the love you give to others that you get back in return.Everyone needs to feel, see, and experience beauty at some point in their lives!!
I read and highlighted
the lyrics
of two perfectly different,
however similar
modern songs.
One was
‘The Season of the Sticks’
and the other
was ‘Stubborn Love.’
I don’t live in Vermont,
But my yard and roof
confirm that spring
is coming. I also have
no interest
in landscaping.
I found myself circling
and counting
all the “half” words
and considering
how the repetition
of a word offers more
than half a meaning.
While sipping watered-
down coffee beans and
staring at a full parking lot,
I decided on one thing
that I wanted today,
the “opposite of love’s
indifference” when I
exit the anonymity
of The Joy Bar
Coffee Co.
I don’t know
“some version” of myself.
Unfortunately, I know more.
I might leave “tire tracks”
on the world’s uncaring
pavement, or my own
driveway on the edge
of oblivion.
I am not “split
in half” or
a fragment
of myself, like a
blueberry
that never made it
to juicy, round
perfection.
In twenty minutes
I will pick my son up
from golf practice
and drink the remnants
of cold coffee
on the way.
Deep into that darkness landscaping
By the grave I saw the quantum mechanics
The blackness covets the stars white dots so dramatic
Deep into that darkness space scraping
UNIVERSE-
By the grave I saw the quantum lights misbehaving
When I thought of the universe vaping
In a kingdom full of storms, comets rains
When I thought of the universe as I glaze
UNIVERSE-
In a kingdom full of storms
Beware, be for warned
Deep into that darkness landscaping
the cosmic constellation canvassing
Theirs is the darkness complete
Theirs is blackness sweet
I felt compelled to sniff the planetoids
Such a coved musty odor
UNIVERSE-
I crave the asteroid, astrophysical aerospace
Mixed eyed views of mistrust missed placed
and the atoms never grounds keeping
As the constellations just keep gyring
UNIVERSE-
Dimensioning and dimensioning within my development
In stepped a developing 'cosmic bay'
There is spectroscopic occultation
Laughs sounds of moving constellation
I crave the prograde, plutonian partial eclipse
Amongst this the beauty of this…UNIVERSE-
5/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from its winter's rest!
Quickly, dear, go out and mow before everyone else
does!
our yard needs to look perfect, 'cuz-
the neighborhood spring lawn mowing wars have
just begun,
it's quite serious, not so much fun.
Yard envy is so common in our subdivision,
The HOA "Yard Of The Month" prize brings derision.
If the young couple who just moved in across the
street think their landscaping is the best,
my roses and begonias will put them to the test.
Hubby can't start the riding mower,
he's cursing its parentage midst dandelions
and clover.
The other men in the cul-de-sac are already
halfway done,
as their wives bring out iced tea for them
under the strong sun.
Well, well, tomorrow is the neighborhood
block party,
I've already made an array of warm weather
dishes so hearty,
My potato salad and baked beans will surely
be the envy of the other cooks,
it is in the good 'ol American spirit-
to compete and be a smug schnook! ~
Sundial
My passion is the silent weather vane
The gambrel brought such sorrow
Much I marveled this roughcast cairn
Eagerly I looked for the lintel
I have dreamed of the clocks
Eagerly I looked for the masonry
It was heterodox
Somewhat louder than the freemasonry
Back into my memories rewinding
And the clapboards never machining
Deep into that darkness watching
Still is notching, still is notching
The graves seemed happy botching
And so I screamed, 'Is that a weatherboard?'
I crave the dissident, derelict dormer window
My mind always strays to caryatids
Much I marveled the dissident gazebo
Much I marveled the eighth patio
I crave the baronial, balcony breezeway
You warned me about the indigo
And so I screamed, 'Is that a drift way?'
Take thy landscaping from out my heart
What time is it, And the megaliths never grinding
What time is it, And the masonry was nonbinding
I heard an italianated, slapdash roofing
It was fireproofing
I discovered the statues
Take thy picket fence from out my heart
I discovered the vases
Deep into that darkness listening
'It's that plaster work,' I muttered
My passion is the silent weather vane
The gambler brought such sorrow
Much I marveled this roughcast iron bane
Eagerly I looked for the lintel barrow
It's a new day and yet dark now,
What time is it on the sundial?
4/7/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©
She once had soft, delicate skin,
A complexion of pure and bright,
With long silky locks draping her curves,
Her glow was an elegant sight,
Until those thoughts of hurt and destroy,
Those thoughts she could not defend,
Talked every part of each quiet day,
Talked like a ghost in her head,
About how she’d be more, better than now,
Be more than a doll on the rack,
By landscaping herself under her clothes,
To a beauty that’s a little abstract,
So she worked with a knife, a blade made of steel,
She punished her skin in a war,
Until her battle scarred arms, legs, hips and thighs,
Shed her ghost down to the floor.
I wake , I stare, I look into your eyes,
And I love everything that I view,
And you tie your hair back, out of the way,
To do that dawn dance that you do
Of moisturising wrinkles, concealing, foundation,
Then, to make you stand out,
Mascara , eyeliner, eye shadow, eye pencil,
Your dance is a facial workout,
Before blushing your cheeks, highlighting your eyes,
And defining the edge of your lip,
Then carefully landscaping your sweet virginal kiss,
With your dark Russian Red colour lipstick.
Finally, you put your hair up and turn to me,
You show me a face that’s brand new,
And I stare through everything into your eyes,
And my eyes say “I love all that is you.”
For Daniel Turner's contest, "The eyes have it"..... 10th July 2017
Pouring down, non-stop for days.
Flowing endlessly in rivers.
Somewhere, down the drain,
Deceptive water, leaves the Soil bare!
Thermoelectric power generation,
Chemicals and effluents,
Wet processing or concretization,
Corn ethanol or vegetation,
Sewage, drainage and slops,
Landscaping and sanitation.
Its dwindling and still we have no hesitation!
Yes! It sucks staggering amount of water.
Still we need to shake people, so that they bother!
Who would deny?
We can drill till the last drop.
But what about the animals,
How far can we make them hop?
High time! Let’s change our perception, let’s widen our horizon!
Where ever we are born, where ever we may live,
Whatever we may think, but we are forever one!
Let’s pledge together to save water,
Neither for me, nor for you but for God’s every single creation.
14/05/19