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Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman

Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman

Clawlike fingers or are they nails painted bird fell on my windowsill calling my name ‘Felicity, Felicity!’ I gelled up with some cookie dough between the thighs crunch curse not the CXurse is kvnt open fingers entering oww ooh she nearly bit me neck bite tethered in braces she hovers over my lips sucking are they fangs? Kiss with golden tongue frolicking in the mouth so succulent her breath on my face lips of sweet papaya mango Mimi munchkin morning melt desirous delirous galavanting throw me over your shoulder WonderWoman! No she tells only the most serendipitous sensuous salts steaming from her brow hot legs shoot from the hip she has a gun it’s loaded pistol on your piston gunfire upload bullet for hire powderworks hut battle of the she grrls beautiful one last night I made love with Spiderwoman


Squamous Last Blurreds

(At 10:40pm on December 8, 1980,
John Lennon was shot and mortally
wounded on 72nd Street, New York.
Given his love of outrageous wordplay,
this poem imagines his stream-of-
consciousness utterings as the 
ambulance rushes him to hospital,
moments before his death.)

In my life I've loved them all 
Brian, Ono, Victor, Paul 
two of us Sunday driving 
not arriving 
bigger than Christ 
you know it ain't easy 
do what you darn well pleasy 
one banned band for sail 
standing on the dock in Southampton 
one careful onus 
Henry the Ford Cortina 
little old lady from Pasadena 
like a dog without a bonus 
keep playing that rock 
and roll music, naughty girl 
you let your frock 
ride up sorry Mimi 
getting steamy 
one thing you can't hide 
is when you're crippled inside 
I'm going to 
Strawberry Fields 
nothing is real 
banter, see, is paramount 
tantamount to fantasy 
inkspots on the platters 
menlove matters 
Cynthia fragrant 
Yoko flagrant 
I saw her standing there 
day after day he silently stands 
the fool on the hill 
with the troublesome glands 
seeing the glint from the German bint 
when she rattles her jewelry 
she's the one with the royal mint 
Tom Jones, tomfoolery 
Alma Cogan needs a slogan 
Cilla Killer she's a thriller chiller 
I'm just a jealous guy 
what's it all about no reply
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Kwa Kweli Come On Part 2

Swahili verse

We, bwana
Kaw kweli
Kwa kweli
Hebu ngoma yaani HIM
Kwa kweli
Kwa keeli
Kuja juu sasa
Hebu kuimba, sifa
Kuimba kwa sauti nyimbo na
Sauti kwa mfalme
Mkuu mimi ni
Baba, Mungo wa Baba
Njoo sasa, njoo sasa
Hebu kuabudu kwanza hapa duniani
Silaha na mikono aliinua juu kuelekea mbingu
Hebu kuabudu, hebu ibada
Kuja juu, kuja juu;
Pazeni sauti senu sauti
Haraka, haraka
kuja juu sasa Hebu sifa HIM
Kila mtu, mawanamke kijana msichana;
Haraka, haraka
Na Hebu msifuni Bwana;
kuja juu, kuja kuu, kuja juu sasa
Mimi N Mungu na Yesu
Na wengine wa waumini
Kuja, tunakwenda kumsifu hivyo
Kila mtu kuimba/kaw furaha
Kila mtu ngoma/kwa furaha
Lila mtu kuinua mikono hiyo na
kusifu jina lake/jina lake, jjina la Bwana
Kwa kweli

English verse

Hey, man, Come on, Come on
Let's dance wit HIm
Come on, come on, come on
Now, Let's sing praises
Sing aloud songs and sounds for the king
The great I AM, Father, Daddy God
Come on, come on, come on
Come on
Let's worship, let us worship
Come one and all, come on, come on
Lift up your voices, voices
Come on, come on won't ya come
Come on , come on
Lift up your voices, voices;
Come on , Come on com on now let's praise HIM
Praise the Lord;
In God and Jesus
And the rest of the believers
Come on, come on we're gonna praise HIM so
Everybody sing/for joy
Everybody dance/for joy
Everybody lift those hands and praise His name;/His name the name of the Lord

Come On

written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2017
07/31/2017
from "Swahili Praise" anthology

Premium Member For Rodolfo, Mimi, Marcello and Musetta

O to be a poet!
What must I do?
Need special rhymes
I pursue…

perhaps elegant forms 
transcending more common, 
like Midas touch
words golden~ a poet’s Mammon!

O when will an artist get honored
due – afford even a stove without a hand
operated flue; companion after companion
in wraps, out the door, shouting,
a chilling~ I love you...but I’m Through!

Unable to fill her stomach enough
with elegant phrases, with grand sketches
on pages, while her less
enamored friends render their prosperous 
soulmates lavish praises: hooked up with

lawyers and doctors, learned researchers,
doing battle with nature’s debilitating curses --

politicians…? O Well, no one’s perfect

while everyone agreeing, the dedicated
artist, is such a well-intentioned, thoughtful bloke

the irate landlord shaking his head, again bemoaning

I know...late with the rent, still broke….

Premium Member To Garrison

To some, a Garrison is a strong fort
(Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort).
Or thoughts might turn to a centurion:
A leader of the many soon to come.

To Gwen and Garrett, he's the first-born son,
A joyous melding of these two in one
Small bundle: Garrett, seen in impish grin
And forehead, twinkling eyes that come from Gwen.

The honor that a first-born does accord:
A brief, sweet time before ensuing hoards
Disrupt the tranquil peace, the solo joys,
Wrest 'way attention, break the favorite toys.

To some, no, make that many uncles, aunts,
A glimpse into their future, if perchance
They choose the wedded way and have a kid,
More niece and nephew Gs, heaven forbid!

Of those who think he's grand, there is no lack:
Big Daddy, Mimi, Gigi, Poppa Jack.
For us, a chance to care for a sweet child,
Return him home all sugared up and wild.

A sweet aside, ’twas kidding, all in jest;
A blessing that we cannot overstress:
To help train up a child which way to go,
To see God's work in him give blossom, grow.

For midst the fun, the presents, and the cake,
We pray, entrust his care unto the Son;
Towards God's begotten, his steps soon will take,
And stride there with endurance, at a run.

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On the occasion of Garrison's first birthday - he's soon to be 9 now! Found on an old file on the computer, wanted to get it in my soup collection...
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Music In the Dark -- Puccini

To tell the truth,
I was no fan of opera, in my youth...

When did it come...?   That turning point....?
I do not know, ........
            perhaps I grew, to understand...
            a wrenching tale his stories told
                                    can grab the heart... ...grip fast ...and hold!
Puccini came, from out of nowhere
It finally made more sense to me...in spite of those who scoff, and shake their heads
Alive once more....this man long dead
          has stirred my soul, ........and I was lead, into the clouds, where heaven lives!

I became a fan, ...and realized, such music lives within the blood
It rushes in, and floods my veins, just as it did to those so long ago
An aria... then a divine duet....Rodolpho and his sweet coquette
  connects me to a vine entwined, 
                           with those who listenend, long before my time.

Sitting in the dark tonight, I pause to think
 who would have dreamed
           how tears in the eyes, have formed a thousand rivers?
                 Long through the ages, still coiling with emotion
                   devotional artists, sing of such rapture
                          into the rafter's to countless reception...
A lover's kiss, the singing with prose
Skins turning cold....from the chill beauty holds
Tears to unfold,  hypnotic poses
A bliss such as this
    has left generations.... breathless 


As the curtain is closed........ I must compose myself


Old music that echoes, as it has for centuries
   bouncing off these walls....as I'm torn into two....
                 mingling with my heart, the old with the new

The rafter's of time, have absorbed one more time
Two tragic lovers, declaring in song
Throngs have been sung to.....hearts have been wrung
                       
I listen, I watch, as lovers fade from the light
                in poignant beauty,  drifting away...
                      ...........dying in the distance, ........
                             as will Mimi, 
                                 leaving her love behind....alone with a shattered heart
                                                  as death tears them apart
                                                               leaving my eyes brimming over
                                                                     with tears in the dark


_________________________________
 "Music By Puccini"
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Death By Cartoon Sponge

"More Spongebob, Mimi"--this I hear
        a dozen times a day.
        How much more can I stand to see?
        No more of this, I pray!

        I turn the TV off and run
        to fetch his favorite toys.
        When he says, "Spongebob's much more fun,"
        I must seek other ploys.

        "A Krabby Patty's what I'd like,"
        he says of noontime's meal.
        The common lunch I fix the tyke,
        he eyes with little zeal.

        The Krusty Krab invades my sleep,
        and Squidward haunts my dreams.
        Those creatures from the ocean deep
        won't leave me be, it seems.

        Can cartoon sponges start a trend
        of death by kiddie show?
        If SpongeBob's laugh can cause the end,
        I'll be the first to go.

rhyme scheme abab

July 26, 2016
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lance D Mcintosh-A Dedication To a Great Artist-

love your art
love your heart
dear, dear friend
you do impart, I am so sorry
I missed you in adulthood
May your craft and legacy
Light (engulf and light up heaven)
Lance
Mcintosh
He who had heart
wapenda sanaa yako
wapende moyo wako
mpendwa, rafiki mpendwa
wewe hutoa, mimi ni sorry sana
Nilikukosa katika uzima
Fanya hila yako na lagacy
Mwanga
Lance
Kidogo

A child and teenage friend
Whom should not have left this earth; (too soon)
To young, yet hands of gold
An artist having steel shaft fingers,  a firm hand;
He was a javelin, bayonet, shaft;
One of my childhood friends 
Name is
LANCE..

In charging art of beauty, modern fine;
Justice heart so gentle, so kind;	
"a knight with a lance" fingers danced;
Supplying oxygen to his friend gifted in craft; 
His mind a, sharp instrument;
Last name McIntosh of Scottish origin;
Neighborhood friend one of my best one, yeah;
Creator of comic and modern art;
Should (could) have been a major.. He was so creative;
Could have easily been on hired as one of 1970’s-80’s Marvel Comics Artist;
Would have been a blessing I sayN;
His pencils and inks were similar to James “Jim” Steranko and Neal Adams;
In our Comic Club, he was chief, leader" or "front man" In modern art
love your art

Love your heart
Dear, dear friend
You do impart, I am so sorry
I missed you in adulthood
May your craft and legacy
Light
Lance
Mcintosh
He who had heart
wapenda sanaa yako
wapende moyo wako
mpendwa, rafiki mpendwa
wewe hutoa, mimi ni sorry sana
Nilikukosa katika uzima
Fanya hila yako na lagacy
Mwanga
Lance Kidogo

The world USA should have paid homage to him;
So in this I pay homage, to my friend and childhood artist;
In honor, in glory, I miss you my brother I pay homage;
Too!! ………

Lance McIntosh




6/1/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Form: Bio

A Philosopher Bids Farewell To His Coat

(In the opera “La Bohème”, four impoverished students 
share a Paris apartment. Rodolfo falls in love with Mimi, 
a seamstress who is dying of tuberculosis. With money 
at an all-time low, Rodolfo’s friend, the philosopher 
Colline, decides he must pawn his overcoat in order to 
buy medicine for Mimi. In this aria (“Vecchia Zimarra”), 
he takes leave of his dearly-loved garment.)

Listen to me, old friend 
of sixteen years, and counting: 
it's you who must ascend 
- alone - the sacred mountain, 

while I stay on the plain. 
You know you have my thanks: 
whether we'll meet again, 
triumphant in the ranks 

of the righteous, I don't know. 
You never bent your back 
to any rich man, though 
we often felt the lack 

of life-sustaining sous. 
These pockets, gaping, worn, 
have borne their fill of booze 
when we caroused till dawn. 

Poets and thinking men 
found shelter from the storm 
in here. I don't know when 
you failed to keep me warm. 

Our hands abrade and age 
the very book they cherish: 
it's time to turn the page, 
for even love must perish. 

Farewell, you care-worn sleeves, 
buttons, I know by heart. 
And see, your master grieves, 
for now the teardrops start.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Please God

English verse>>
Oh, Lord;
I want you to help me;
My, God
Please God restore me;
Please God look out for me;
Please God endure all and all and all for me;
And I say'
As I pray;
Please God allow me to go the right way;
Oh, Lord, please God hold me, shield me and guide me along, along the way;
Please God listen;
Please God help me;
Please God shield me from myself
Always Please God
Always My Lord
Please God never, never, ever, go away;
I thank you this I pray;
Please God keep me in your anointed arms;
Please God never, never, never, ever let me go. . .

Swahili verse>>>

Ee, Bwana;
Nataka Nisaidie;
Mungu wangu
Tafadhali Mungu kurejesha mimi;
Tafadhali Mungu kuangalia nje kwa ajili yangu;
Tafadhali Mungu kuvumilia yote na wote na wote kwangu;
Na ninasema '
Kama naomba;
Tafadhali Mungu kuruhusu mimi kwenda njia ya haki;
Ee, Bwana, tafadhali Mungu kushikilia yangu, ngao yangu na kuongoza mimi pamoja, njiani;
Tafadhali Mungu kusikiliza;
Tafadhali Mungu Nisaidie;
Tafadhali Mungu ngao yangu kutoka mwenyewe
Daima kumpendeza Mungu
Daima Bwana wangu
Tafadhali Mungu kamwe, kamwe, milele, kwenda mbali;
Mimi Asante hii naomba;
Tafadhali Mungu kuweka mimi katika mikono yako mafuta;
Tafadhali Mungu kamwe, kamwe, kamwe, milele niende

09/22/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from " Swahili Praise Anthology"
Form: Lyric

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