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sitting in my easy chair
just relaxing in my recliner
just adjacent to the wall
there inches away a stem fall
a stream of light lasers in
a penlight shown through the blackness fins
I rise and get up open the curtains and blinds
and with my hands, mind and eyes I peer at my surroundings
as the sun and nature calling through this shows
the...
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5/5/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Gymnasts on the balance beam,
Poised and in control;
Somersaulting, toes a'point -
Gold their longed-for goal.
Dusted hands for surer grips,
Hair slicked back from faces;
Ready to perform what they've
Perfected through their paces.
Eyes like lasers, bodies taut,
They spring and bolt and leap,
Doing the routines they've practiced
Even in their sleep.
One false move, though, poof! it's gone -
The years and the years of training.
Through the smiling mask, we see
The hope so quickly draining.
Still, we must applaud their skill.
They've made it to the dance,
And though they may not medal there,
At least they had the chance.
PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit.
Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it."
Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set.
Set Ing the diodes of scene.
All the same, on demand-
quid pro troll for human sacrificing...
icing in their assumed, -
exhumed names of representation-glands,
Idols in strange hands.
Decorating blue,
filling with strangers to one's own land.
Paradise Lost, seeking ills, -ills, ill gotten gains.
Kismetic Frosts relations
of cover-incestuous-religions
summoned in symbiotic trends,
of the means of the end.
On Alien soil, Ra, soon to return
to asphyxiate freedom's change, of wind,
whisping death's-bloom.
DeCoffinated break, drink !
Skywriters, Contracting...
Watching in aiding abetting, the elites.
The discreeted
scuttled upon the otherworldly-
Chariots called PleasureCrafts and Triremes and Juggernautivity Nets.
Lasers to strain in loom, everything you say or do-
you... buy, sell, eat, drink, breathe, think?
Utopia, Trojan Whores Riding a Beast.
Just as I dozed Off
It was that creature
Again!
Shook me awake
By the echoing,
Growling of its fierce voice
Onto my feet, I was
Rocketed towards that edifice
I dashed in, locked all the portals
Giving access to the building
I took a deep breath
Thinking I had escaped it
I down-lifted myself
To the rooms downstairs
Trod backwards,
I got inside room 16
And locked myself up,
Felt relieved for a second
The room was then illuminated
By the red-searching lasers
I tried to view them closer,
I was pierced by two-edged
Sword-like objects, I heard the voice...
'Again?'
A coffin was deposited in front
I was desperate,
I got inside myself
I heard an alarm ringing
A wavy view of the ceiling,
And shower came to sight
I was in the tub
Warmth of water had taken me
To a place no one else knows
The sun had risen,
It was morning
And it was time to leave for school
lights swirl ...
rhythms pound ...
cold Duplais Verte emulsifies in my square glass
tongue tingling, I swallow it in sips
woody, bitter licorice plucks my senses
the soft, dreamy warmth suffuses my blood, relaxing
and the flamingos start to dance
up-and-down, sweeping and bouncing
timed with colored lasers and a mirror ball ... real??
then the buzzards join in, hopping
spinning and jostling with the lovely pink birds
glowing, dark, angular shapes
I'm perplexed ... but hypnotized, I go with it
my mind picturing a fantasy land of odd animals
a steel drum paradise of music, green liqueur, and dancers
sublime women with latte' skin and palm skirts
twirling, shaking, kicking their legs
tossing hips and limbs in sensual syncopation
one special lady quite near to my table
whose face I recognize, and movements captivate
page-boy haircut and gold-flecked brown eyes
peasant blouse, off-the-shoulders
pleated, plaid mini and ruby-red Blahnik pumps
that bring attention to the watercolor tattoos on her calves
her left leg, chocolate turkey vultures
and on the right, three gorgeous pink flamingos
I finish my absinthe, smiling
pick up another square glass of the Green Fairy
and begin to sip ...
cold, cloudy … smooth.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Buzzards and Flamingos" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausin, Judge & Sponsor.
KULLA
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" She said he so dumb he thinks that Alcubierre Drive
is three doors away from his destination.
I tried to explain to him that was Warp Drive he then talked about
getting a new car. That's one dumb fella I tell ya!" Said StratonMusse':
he knows his block making though, formula, and production.
He has a skill for density and scaled production procedures.
I found him keen and quite genius.
Foam Concrete Block production Module
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Used Motor Oil for the non stick effect
Construction Mixer
A custom Mould for block making
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250 grams of Alpha Olefin sulfonate
dissolve in 8 liters of water
pour into a foam generator
in a barrel add
2 kilos of cement
37 kilos of gypsum
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2 liters of water
50 liters of foam
mix with a construction mixer
pour into greased moulds
allow to harden
remove from moulds
and allow to air dry for a week
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@5pm this evening, a middle-aged Frenchman, when I was getting off the metro with a girl friend, stopped me and remarked that when I’m quiet, I’m ‘silently interesting’ and that when I talked, I was ‘insignificantly amusing.’ ?!
The moon finds fair Paris washed tonight,
in gentle tears, as if from a fertile heaven.
The air was as wet and moist as a cool breath
that blew in rhythmic, whiplashed gasps.
It’s Monday night, 8pm in Paris. Peter and I are climbing the fifth flight of stairs for my new-friend’s parrot’s birthday party. Every party needs an excuse even if it’s hyper-specific or ridiculous. I wanted to stay home, sedentary, and cuddle up with my “Basic and Clinical Pharmacology" book - it’s a page turner - but I was invited and if you want friends - you have to show up for them.
Linger not in evening’s gray despair.
There’s music and sweaty people up those stairs
The hammering beat shook reflections on the rain-slicked concrete.
As we climb, more and more, we can feel the deep musical beats
Boom-pa Boom-pa BOOM BOOM Boom-pa Boom-pa BOOM BOOM
as soon as we enter the flat - like a storm the sound rages,
there are lightning-like flashes from green LED lasers,
There’s a DJ, this is CrA-zay - are we in the right place?
There are so many people and so little air,
I didn’t expect this - then I saw Clare, so we squeezed our way over there.
I leaned in so close I could smell her perfume, and hollered, “Hey vous!”
But she couldn’t hear me, so we smiled and hugged greetings,
and I gave her the bottle of wine we brought, when we thought
this was going to be a quiet, parrot party - not a Monday night riot.
.
.
Songs for this:
You Get What You Give by New Radicals
Leave It On The Dancefloor by Hope Tala
Secrets (Your Fire) by Magdalena Bay
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.
*Later, my friend said, “No, he said ‘séduisant’? (charming), not insignifiante!”?
HARMLESS WASTE
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Transuranium Elements
Sound is Produced when something
vibrates. Shockwaves in
the surrounding area.
toroidal and poloidal
magnetic fields.
Vacuum vassal, plasma
chamber
torus shaped
tokamak.
blanket system
coolant system
diagnosis
Plasma
Cryogenics
neutrons released from fission
two or more atoms
are forced together
to form a singular more heavy
nucleus
magnetic fields and lasers
after combing deuterium and
tritium to create helium
100 million degrees
tungsten metal is used to create the reactor.
atoms are invisible and turns into plasma
which too is also invisible.
Through the telescope
We view the planet Mars
Explosions aplenty
Leaving planetary scars
Two nights pass
As comets appear
All over the world
Do we panic or fear
The very next morning
Cylinders are found
Metallic and shiny
Making a humming sound
An unscrewing grind
These cylinders emit
As the public witness
In staring commit
Slowly rises
A staring eye
Emerald green
Us it spies
As we approach
It climbs so high
Staring back at us
In a shrill like cry
Oooolaa is heard
Many times
As we stand back and watch
In it's perfect rhyme
We approach again
As it's emerald eye lights
A ray is released
We all start to take flight
Over the common we run
As fast as we can
With laser traces
Extinguishing man
Days pass
As more cylinders land
But these newly fallen
Are bigger and grand
In tripod stance
They roam our lands
Lasers in rampant
As our armies stand
What weapons we have
Are vapourised to dust
As a red weed engulfs
In a thickly disgust
Beaten and trodden
Against these machines
Will the spirit of man
Endure this hell Halloween
We who are left
Are driven underground
To escape their lasers
And their oooolaa sound
Many weeks pass
As our cities are scarred
But the blooming red mass
Is blackening tarred
Tripods are toppling
In crying moan
Their sound as they fire
Is in deathly groan
Metallic corpses
Of cylinder shape
Lie dented and spent
On broken buildings they drape
Weeks into months
As the scientists learn
These martians from Mars
In our atmosphere turn
Their alien form
Unknown to them
Would never compete
With the life of men
Our oxygen climate
Pure and clean
Was a perfect match
For these cylindrical machines
We will remember these days
This world, our home
As we look to the skies
Knowing we are not alone
Inspired by " The War of the Worlds " movies.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php
align the trisyllabic
Words hide within the letters
No i can do better
I love the light that licks the darkest cloud
not right
Keeping petals as a pet
all will be repealed
appeal to the mass ese
Flashes of stupidity
lost inside the ditty
Rhyming from line
align the trisyllabic
Putting the iambic down
wishing oceans were wider
homophones
Right to write about rites
Dammit
i'm mad
Pallid drones
point your lasers
Predestinate the president
let the public rule again
never mind don't really care
I am the one who rules in there
Kind of got away from me there
I try to show you who i want to be
within my lies
i am free