Long Laying Poems
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I hide my favorite candy in my panty drawer,
Because if I left them out, I would have to keep buying more,
I would come home to an empty bag and go bizerk,
The boys would eat all of them while I was at work,
"Please, save me a couple," I would say,
They would nod their heads, "Ok, mom Ok,"
This went on for quite some time,
Until finally I said, "That's it! Their getting hidden tonight!"
I lay in my bed and try not to crinkle the bag,
Because if they saw me eating them, it would be a rap,
I quickly put it under the blanket, "Mom,,What are you eating?!"
You can hear me turnin' the page, I'm just laying down reading!
Here the Bluejay***
Here! Here! …These tall,
Spindly stalks, although sweetly
JGreen, with their crowns bobbing
In the touches of air…the Cosmos
Flowers wait…
For their rippling nocturne to begin,
To sound forth the garden dances
…Here
To bloom, a delicious pink…or, too,
Their petals in a star’s white circling
The precious points of pollen
— Ready for their flights on the air —
To be taken off…by weather’s
Wonders to re-seed…
Here! Here now, see
The flying blues…
The spliced sky …those jays,
Regal-hued and shrieking,
Here! Here am I!
As one sweeps down through
The hazy-yellow air, landing
Precisely there on the deck rail,
Bowing to seat his belly on
The length of pine. Then, he opens
Out his wings…to each side, flat
Upon the wood…those feathers…
Beauty spread, vulnerably, sunning
With eyes closed, beak raised up
To the sky, in peace, captain of
His space…in those moments
Pausing for some pleasure, it seems,
….To so amaze! For, truly,
I’d never imagined that a life of
The sky would wish for grounding
To stop to sun, especially one of
The anxious jays…shouting
Here! Here am I! This spot is mine!
Until later, with a fluttering leap, he
Streaks the white-puffed, blue sky
With his white-marked and specked
Blue-feathered form…That sunning
Jay’s bliss in rest was captured
By a human’s eyes. Mine! Here!
…This lasting memory
Of summer…these turning pages
Of golden air and a jay laying out
His wings, so gently down,
The same way as butterflies do
…for a time in nature, the exquisite
Sensing of motion to place…
To pause…Here
By the blooming cosmos.
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(C) sally young Eslinger 6/2021
Thanks be to God
Laying still on the ground you can hear a distant echo,
They say a tidy holocaust, a blackness in the tomorrow.
An eternal sleep set on the drawing of breath,
No great judgment, just a quiet walking death.
That in goodly and ignorant steps took like a panther.
Stealth and lowly crept and sunk it's teeth deeper,
And more deadly than any sort of furious war.
In paleness and horror human ideology crashed to the floor,
History ceased and sent it's last broadcast into space.
And in time now we hear the sound-waves keeping pace,
Like synchronised watches an echo from the years to come.
In shuddering earth you can certainly hear the silent spring,
A haunting voice in the mind of every living thing.
Here comes the silent spring, no worry, no joy, no fuss.
A whispered prayer, oh why have the gods forsaken us.
Down in the willow tree grove where the blossoms grow
there lived a fancy-shmancy lawyer
When she cried, she cried tears of soil
and shaved away at what branches coiled
She climbed mount everest to look for a friend
but found the snow the same as the sand
She worked her way through the weeds
looking for sunlight, like everyone needs
The tears bled through the ground like glass
flooded and waiting for the storm to pass
She cried and she cried and she waterlogged her home
No more wooden floors for a place meant for stone
Down in the river there lived an employer
Charting a course to find a reputable name
When there was nothing there that she could find
That whole river, it was all but drained
The tears bled through the ground like glass
Flooded and waiting for the storm to pass
She cried and she cried, and she waterlogged her home
No more wooden floors for a place meant for stone
No more wooden floors for a place meant for stone
She read Molière and listened to Swift
and let her mind wander and drift
What do lawyers do when they retire?
Do they part ways with society and extinguish their fire?
But in the city, there were no trees
And isn’t that also what everyone needs?
Maybe the machine is truly broken
Maybe this is the true lucky token
The tears bled through the ground like glass
Flooded and waiting for the storm to pass
She cried and she cried, and she waterlogged her home
No more wooden floors for a place meant for stone
Down on the ground there lives a person
Laying there because she comes from the sky
But when she cries, she cries tears of soil
Reluctantly grateful that her plans were foiled
So many thoughts collide in my head
When im laying, waging war in the deep consciousness lurking within my head
With words, i feel, i cant express the type of pain i feel inside,
that at times,
makes me feel like im poisoned with lead
Old memories haunt me
as down memory lane...i tread
Sleepless nights find me and wear me out after
Something, i feel, wants me to become nothing more but a common disaster
Sweet dreams i keep chasing, so my soul can find laughter
Like a hunger; it consumes me
And in the dead of the night
It comes ever faster
Like a master crafter,
It makes for me a trap
To still me inside a suffocating wrap
Maybe one day il be free...
from these thoughts that envade me as i try and find peace
...And one day i can be where i want to be
And maybe...inside loving arms...the war within me will...sease
Like true beauty...
It calms my mind and soothes my heart
And keeps me from becoming something else
That rageful and restless beast
May one day he be cut completely
From the part of me
Thats haunted
until one day
I can be with the one i love...
That does set in me...
Her loving and truthful decree
Amen and so let it be
"I have two big toes,
two pinky toes
And two bunions
and I should I walk or run
Where's my platform shoes
Or should I just lay on my heels
I have 2 eyes
Yet, I see naught
My pupils are not in class
And my legs are restless
Am I asleep
I'm just laying on my heels
I have a throat and a mouth
and my vocal cords vibrate yeah!
I have a speech impediment
And I stutter
And my breath is like warm butter
I have 2 eyes
A nose and a mouth
Now all body functions rested
I am infested with the sleep I rest I'm rested
I'm just laying on my heels"
"All body functions have stopped none of which are not moving don't be derailed I'm not fooling don't be saddened be glad because my true self is not here it's risen"~
11/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I felt your gaze leave me
with it my whole world
fell away, I am now alone
lost and disillusioned
I am sadness and grief
behind a rabbit proof fence
there is no living without you
no meaning in the sunset
no beauty in the storm
the colour drained
from my view
all I see now is
black and white
I walk the night
searching the stars
in the black of my world
they are diminished
as the symphony of life
muted, all notes withheld
following the passing
of each grieving day
the flow of blood
increased
but an empty vessel
once called a heart
still dries and decays
The pain is slicing
into the vein of my soul
I had loved too deeply
for too long, adoring
all your imperfections
I worshipped at
your feet
and now,
the butterflies have stilled
and died in flight
laying in the longest grass
the fleas no longer bite
I am fading away
into the shadow of light
lowering my mantel
I cover my eyes
'cause all I can do now
is cry, cry, cry.
During the fall overwhelmed with crisp air,
Is a time where I like to share,
A treat with my sweetest love,
While we gaze far above,
Underneath the late noon sky,
After the bugs don’t want to fly,
I can enjoy the time we share,
As the cool breeze blows my hair,
Laying down on Satin sheets,
In the grass our eyes do meet,
Eating fruit from the vine,
A glass of Merlo adds to our dine,
Purple, pink, reds and blues,
A canvas painted just for two,
Sounds of leaves whispering as they meet,
Glorious birds harmonizing beats,
Marching ants finishing up their day,
Alongside where we lay,
souls are restored by the silent lake,
Nature gives, it does not take,
Quiet reflection of our day,
A picnic in the fall is the best way!
5-10-11
I'm such a weird individual if you only knew
Laying down in the middle of nowhere
Every time I get up, I walk on Alone Ave.
Go ahead and walk away without a care!
I'm tired and drifting away into the orchards of obscurity
Frankly, I'm in love with loneliness and drenched in silence
Honestly, I feel like floating away like the shining sea
I don't want to disappoint you so, but you gotta know
I need your forgiveness in a sense
Hold me tight before I sink into the drain of distress
I'm thinking that you don't mind my hurt at all
You're as bold as the sailor against terrible tides of hardships in progress
I'm not able to believe in myself for long unless you listen up and encourage me to stand tall
I'm uplifted by the awe-inspiring breeze of bravery
Above the surface, soaring as much as I dare
It's almost as if it's time to depart from the pangs and pressures of shame and agony
Under the rubble, digging deep into a total nightmare...a hell on Earth...facing my fear that has been around as far as I am aware of - perhaps, a few centuries or more, for I was lost before I was found
I am waiting for you to change your ways
You don't trust me - now, I know why
I guess love and good works will take its toll one of these days
You will see to it that I'm capable of doing the impossible - now, that is no lie!
Lying in the meadows of my lackadaisical soul
Trying to be wrapped up in passionate bliss
Now, I get up and run towards the rabbit hole
I catch a glimpse of you, ensnared by happiness, confusion and other things I can't address - I can't fathom your situation that reduces your spirits to hopelessness
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.