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I feel the water
above me
below me
all around me
intimate
caressing
accepting
loving me
I go further down
to touch the bottom of the pool
and there
on the two painted dolphins
I push my hands down
and my feet break free from the water
shooting up into the air
my handstand
For a moment
I revel the erectness of my form
My legs above the water
the water trickling down them
slowly
I bring them back down
and burst out of the water
head and chest pushing out
Hair...laden with water
swung back
spraying a trajectory of liquid crystals behind me
I take in the air
I smile
I live
I breath
my arms move back and forth
I dip in again
then swim to the far side of the pool
I hold on to the metal hand guards
Put my legs out on the side of the pool
Knees bent
I push myself below the surface
looking around...
my playground
the water, my home
I'm in my element
I'm free
weightless and happy
the muffled sounds
and dancing lights on the surface
flirt with me
I stay for as long as I can
then I break the surface
Floating on my back
I look at the sky
I feel sublime
chest and tummy tasting the air
I'm there
There
where in my mind
I'm beautiful and divine
sultry mistress of the water
he's touching every part of me
I'm free
I'm free
Jade
I am never as happy as when I'm swimming....the pool lets me be more creative, but I also enjoy swimming in the Mediterranean sea. I've been called a dolphin.... I'm more like another aquatic mammal at present, but even those creatures are graceful and beautiful in the water. Summer is coming....
amidst the midnight dark,
comes the sleeping dog, that snores/barks;
a mixed up nightmare, no other mammal shares...
coming to age,
written with wax crayon, within neon sprays
of florescent glazes poster board pages...
the need for art,
a chance for chalk;
a walk in the park
music till' dusk
amidst the noonday rage,
lunchers serenades
female co-workers while on lookers...
gawk and look
closing their books, to see what's next
what the heck
the need for art,
sometimes lost, everyone so critical
Brutal the ways of the arts
settle in the newness of dark late night art at the park
2/4/2020
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
twelve tarantulas creepin’,
eleven javelinas diggin’,
ten jack rabbits jumpin’,
nine skunks a stinkin’,
eight mantis prayin’,
seven snakes swimmin’,
six mountain lions,
five sunny days,
four mockingbirds,
three hoary bats,
two horned toads,
and a cowbird in a mesquite tree.
On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
twelve oxeye creepin’,
eleven acanthus flamin’,
ten willows twistin’,
nine cholla jumpin’,
eight tumbleweeds rollin’,
seven shin diggers stickin’,
six purple thistles,
five sunny days,
four mountain laurels,
three ruby muhly,
two hawthorn,
and mistletoe in an elm tree.
Never an academic
tragic at school
I just didn't get it
I learned bugger all
But is a desk natural
just look at a book
a pen and some paper
write what you took
all that sitting down still
not an evolutionary skill
long grass in a field
with teamwork to kill
the fact is hunting is learning
coordination and communication
synced movement not disturbing
alert, brave, unification
the strong and the tall
were the alpha mammal
but now it's the book worm
taking their turn
we look to intelligence
to guide us along
it's now mental relevance
over physically strong
now the alpha's the clever
they think up solutions
we forget the athletic
who enabled us humans
we needed the torso the legs and the arms
we needed the brain like we needed the palms
now we need eyes brains fingers and tongues
humans evolved to do less than they've done
apex at the top
but maybe that's your lot
the mighty do fall
when they slow down or stop
Standing fifth in position
Is something
Terribly unpleasant
When once was first
All the things stood before me
And I collapsed in soreness
Smiling while suffocating
Laughing while prisoner of fears
Trying to keep to top
While all the fences are high
And all the friends are fake?
I never wiped the tears of that day
I never got over it
I fell from the fences
With more force
And got hurt
I landed on cactus ground
I spared my life from the lions
I ran from the real jungle
My hair got caught in the trees
I refused to look back
My tears watered rain on the small flowers
My feet bleed from the thorns
The sky started raining
I slipped and fell on my face
The thorns pierced my skin
I got up
While my face and body was bleeding
The lions were there
They were chasing me
As I ran faster
My head bumped into a tree branch
I fell on the grass
The lion approached me smoothly
Surrounding my body terrifyingly
And manifesting to the others lions
I am his prey
So that they all walked away
As the beautiful mammal came closer
And I lost all hope of survival
Surprisingly the lion started licking me gently
He started licking my wounds from blood
Leaving my skin smooth and soft
And I opened my eyes
To find his gorgeous blue looking at my honey brown
He stopped licking me as I tried to stand
But instead I sat
And played my hand
Through his thick hair
And smiled…
Germ of essence.
Human blob.
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking family of a kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone!
Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer, sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on dry wall canvas.
Border crossing cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome.
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring, budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone,
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.
Okay let me get this straight from nothing everything came out of the sea
Uniqueness being a common trait I don't see how this could be
Crickets, to the chicken on your plate and what about the tree
No this was so much more great look around and you shall see
Did the cricket become the cow or was it the other way around
To God they do not like to bow but this theory is so unsound
Some of them became fowl and to the earth were not bound
Others learning how to growl buried themselves in the ground
Some even stayed in the ocean even a mammal named the whale
When they too could of been men very hard to lose such a big tale
Some even became insects then choosing a life that would be so frail
It's God's Glory that reflects as no one would choose to become kale
Why didn't all monkeys make the change and what were they before
Is a raccoon out of the range for an ape doesn't just walk in the door
This whole theory very strange, some still too dumb in biting that lure
No! All of this, only God could arrange and of that I'm completely sure!
Genesis 1:21
And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
The Second Law of thermodynamics/Entropy says as
much as proven by science over 150 years ago.
You can not accept this Law of Science\Entropy,
which is a fact, and then believe in the theory of
Evolution which states the exact opposite.
They are exact opposites.
Odds of Bing Bang just happing 10 to the 123rd power
Number of atoms in the Universe 10 to the 73rd power
Number proving impossibility 10 to the 50th power
Only a God the Creator could create as such.
Even saying you will be without excuse for not knowing His Work.
34 years ago today I was blessed a birth,
an opportunity to live a life on Earth,
and walk this worlds hallowed turf,
but what is this life really worth?
Mankind a species draped in fight,
only through aliens would mankind unite,
still seeks equality through human rights,
yet the poor don't live within the wealthiest sights.
This world of knowledge sees many a conspiracy,
so true knowledge never how it appears to be,
laws force revelations that rarely serve clarity,
but there is much good in this world of charity.
Many wars through the ages that never lessen,
but wars have taught mankind valueable lessons,
war is to avoid as are nuclear weapons,
negotiations improve to stop war that threatens.
Mankind will hunt animals and protect them too,
be an orderly mammal and form a queue,
laws protect and through justice they sue,
the species moves forward while history's for a few.
So what is life like on this colourful planet?
Forever changing, but, possible to plan it,
division in all minds but with variation to merit,
unity, empathy and love make a life to inherit.
Though I live with depression, I'm thankful for my birth,
because a life on Earth, is a life, with priceless worth.
Last night’s slumber found me in an evening, cloud forest;
a plethora of mosses covered the ground and I found myself walking on a palette of green hues as night’s curtain fell. Humidity clammed my skin with its touch; free body lotion. It feels like I’ve just stepped out of the shower, refreshed. In a water forest you cannot always hear what is behind you; I felt that familiar piercing of eyes when, someone or something is watching and turned to see an Olingo on a tree branch. He was beautiful and as our eyes locked, he stood frozen. I called him friend then thought about it again. I then told him not to befriend others of my kind; they would want to harm him. Strange, his high-pitched, voice in my head; “Thank you, you will be my one human friend; you are welcome here”. He turned, ran into the cloudy haze. My heart levitated from my chest with elation; I may have saved him and his friends from poachers.
In a cloud forest
varied species living life
majesty surrounds all.
Olingo, A small nocturnal mammal found in Central and South American areas. They resemble a Kinkajou only with a banded and non-prehensile tail.
There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!
He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down the middle of his back.
Can you tell me, which animal is he?
Yes, he’s a skunk and his name is Tater-Tot,
And he lives right here at the zoo.
He loves to play and eat a whole lot,
But he’s not stinky and he can’t spray you!
He’s a mammal and an omnivore,
He eats all of his vegetables and meat.
But when he’s done, he always wants more!
And he always spills food cause he’s not very neat!
He’s up all night and he sleeps all day,
He’s nocturnal and can’t see very well.
He’s cute and cuddly and loves to play,
He may not stink, but boy can he smell!