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Though she really didn't like him
There was something in her smile
That made him forget she was so prim
But he was nonetheless beguiled
When he saw her in the store
He said a polite hello
Then he engaged her in conversation
And her eyes began to glow
When he saw that she was smitten
And purring like a kitten
He kissed her gently on the lips
By the flames of desire she was now gripped
And then he took her home
And the flames of passion blazed
All over her body his tongue did roam
And they danced to an orgasmic ballet
Then they became as one
And soon he erupted like a volcano
His lava spewing down the mountain
And to her sea it flowed
I long to be cycling up a mountain pass
A mountain goat on the cliff, a lake like glass
A foaming river on my left, cascading down the height
Indian paintbrush in a meadow, snowy peaks on my right.
And I couldn’t go wrong
If I had Dad along
The way he used to be
Explaining the landforms to me.
Mother and brothers would pedal too
We’d crest the pass to a panoramic view
of mountains and valleys and a wide blue ocean
Elegant towns, freight trains in motion.
Once the road was narrow, but the future was wide
Every pass a stepping stone, every mile sanctified
We ventured without thinking what it cost or meant
Some stops to regroup, but hope fueled our ascent.
I long to be cycling up that mountain pass
But freedom like that now lives in the past
Can’t do it anymore—so many restraints
Maybe in an afterlife we’ll ride with the saints.
Back to the mountain, just a metaphor
We go our own ways, life closes the door.
If you take the wrong path, hard to get on track.
Can't tell the clock to turn itself back.
(APROPOS OF 11/21/2018)
i
The fires came and the winds blew;
Nothing remained the same—
If only they knew…praying for the rain;
The floods came the next day
And the flowing mud had its way:
Houses that had remained
Went down the mountain drain;
But they vowed they would build again
Knowing that they were not the blame
And that the old Devil would be put to shame;
For they remained filled with sparkling hope
And fueled by igniting faith in ways to cope;
ii
How could they have ever known
That the fire next time
Would be so dreadfully blown
Consuming all they held so sublime?
Yet, despite the devastating cost
Etched memories would not be lost;
The heavenly Eagle had stirred the nest
And their souls’ spirits had survived the test.
iii
Without caring to warn, fiercely famished
Flames came knocking at fuel’s gate—
Like flesh-eating bacteria
Scorching the ripe Cali landscape;
Most were devoured within the path of the flames,
Leaving ashy structural architectural shards
And remnants of charred human remains
Laying naked among charcoal baked clods;
If only they had known—even imagined—at least…
Nature’s unleashing of such a power—a roaring beast,
With strange winds carrying sparking needles of pain’s grief;
iv
Destruction and death raised ice bed thoughts of long ago—
Of the charred cities of Sodom and Gomorrah—
But healing memories fired flaming faith with spirit filled Gloria:
Remembering Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah—
Also known as Meshack, Shadrach, and Abednego;
In the end, deliverance came sweeping along the charcoaled way,
And the sunrise of time granted them a new blessed day
As the mournful death charred journey remained to be tread;
The Most High, Jehovah, heard their prayers and nodded His head.
v
Everything under the sun and moon come in due season;
Whatever nature brings, the Creator will reveal His reason.
Know then that for what has come, you are not to be blamed;
For in due season, the old Devil will surely fall and be shamed.
WHAT IF TIFFE MARRIED ZIFF AND WHAT IF?...
GOOD EVEnING!
Now what if?
Tiffe married Ziff
And McGriff divorced Woodcliff
And what if
I sniff and smell it someone cheating
Someone's being an adulteress
The dead body was frozen
Melted flesh was soft
But the examiner refrozen it
So it was quaff and restiff
No what if this story made sense
This riff of giff what's the meaning of it
Twas a murder movie
Woodcliff murdered Ziff
So he could marry Tiffe
The pleasure garden on mountain eagle
They wed the lodger a story of London Fog
Downhill she's a farmer's wife
Easy virtue blackmail Juno and the paycock
Murder, witness Eistree calling
The skin game say's Mary, whose rich and strange
As number seventeen waltzes from Vienna
The man who knew too much took
the 39 steps
Was he a secret agent sabotage young and innocent
You see the lady vanishes at Jamaica Inn
This murdered wife's name was Rebecca
A foreign correspondent, witness to this was Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Number 13 always tell your wife
So many wife's so many deaths committed
All those poor murdered by Woodcliff
Ahh! it's just from a scene from Alfred Hitchcock??
GOOD NiGHT!
1/26/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Vibrant chroma dots the mountains and valleys;
we hike the Red River gorge, taking in it’s
majestic pigmentation; leaves of October
crunch beneath booted feet.
We take our journey with care, as the cliffs
can be deadly in an instant; still, the crisp
Kentucky mountain air is rejuvenating to
lungs, too long in the city’s smog.
I stop at the edge of a cliff, checking my sure-footedness and spot a doe leaping in the lower valley; taking out my camera, I snapped a shot
of this bold being.
I’ve taken lots of wonderful photos on this hike and as the sun sets, My friend whispers, shh...I look to see a Copperhead less than six feet from us; we are fortunate that he is not coming towards us; knowing its bite can kill, we stand perfectly silent and still, so as not to startle it until he gets far enough away.
I shove my camera into my backpack and we resume our slow trek down, the cliff where we’ll head back to our car.
October in Kentucky is full of amazing fauna;
still one must beware the dangers,
for the bliss of the resplendent autumn experience.
2-7-2022
A STRAND (1068) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
A Rose it’s long stem I hold,
close to the rose to not to spike my heart on its thorn..
A dozen roses lay beneath my cold beaten soul, the winds blowing cold harsh winds, roses blow away swept to the deserving souls in which he teaches within HIS church’s walls.
No laughter smiles heartfelt conversation I hear, he’s been sequestered inside our Saviors grasp up into the mountain to pray, Jesus chosen few, darkness falls upon thus unforgiving ground.
I slowly quietly lift my beaten scolded body down into the abyss, where the undeserving lie, waiting for a miracle to save them, no mercy dare come thus far, much like the unsheltered in this city fallen to despair, hate, darkness is now our reality.
My soft place to fall is gone, I prick my finger upon the rose thorn, much like our Saviors blood upon the cross flows, but my “friend” the mountain, “it is Gods will, my breath has stopped, I’ve bled for my own sins against my “friend” I ask you now, “will He come honor my Cross?”
The roses blanket my limp body, “every rise has its thorns”..
Calling Your Name
Chasing the distance
making love to a memory
Living in the space
between heartache
— and dreams
**
The Devil’s Alleyway
I follow the river
whenever she calls
And answer mountain winds
that blow in the fall
I cross mighty deserts
through cactus and thorns
To brave city streets
— bereft and forlorn
**
Choice Undetermined
Life is about freedom
freedom is about options
Spread out before you
like lines on a map
Choice undetermined
awaiting direction
Venturing forward
— wandering back
**
The Present Surpasses
Never embrace
what history rejects
March to the clarion
as virtue begets
The present surpasses
what the devil demands
When free will bespoken
— the moment commands
(The New Room: May, 2026)
The morning sun’s oppressive; a nasty b*tch in heat on Rizal Avenue,
Where vendors hawk their cigarettes, baloot, and dog meat barbecue.
The jeepneys buzz the intersection like a hornet’s nest,
But it’s quiet down the mountain once the stone has come to rest.
Olongapo is waking. Magsaysay Drive gives up its dreams.
It’s six AM in Subic Bay, Republic of the Philippines.
A sailor slouches back to base, hung over and depressed,
But it’s quiet down the mountain once the stone has come to rest.
His head is stuffed with sawdust. His mouth’s as dry as peanut shells.
Last night he guzzled mojo on top of all those San Miguels.
At midnight he responded to the curfew’s harsh request,
But it’s quiet down the mountain once the stone has come to rest.
Been a year since he’s been stateside, a year since he’s been home.
Just another duty station, and another port to roam.
When he hears a stand-up comic, he reacts indifferently;
He lost his sense of humor on the South China Sea.
He’d picked a girl named Cora, and booked an air-conditioned room.
He’d paid her fifty pesos to revel in her raw perfume.
He spoke a few Tagalog words, but she was not impressed,
And it’s quiet down the mountain once the stone has come to rest.
He held her like he knew her; embraced her warm skin tenderly.
His dreams were of Missouri; his nightmares, of the open sea.
He’d found a lonely refuge with his hand upon her breast,
And it’s quiet down the mountain once the stone has come to rest.
A new day brings its promise of beauty and of poverty;
Of cockfights in the province, and monkeys in the mango tree,
But Subic is a working port, and work must be addressed.
Still, it’s quiet down the mountain once the stone has come to rest.
Been a year since she divorced him; a year since she’s been gone,
Just another disappointment, and another West Pac dawn.
If he laughs, it’s nothing funny; it’s the sound of irony.
He lost his sense of humor on the South China Sea.
And that chip upon his shoulder’s like that ancient, fabled boulder;
He’s a victim of his own mythology.
Independence gave me everything-
Green forest, crystal rivers, silent
Mountain, refreshment nature
Independence gave me enthrallment
Touch of the flying birds, sportive
Cattle, dreamy moonlit night and
The golden rising sun with a realistic day
Independence gave me my mother tongue,
Brave worthy honorable flag and nation,
With nationality it gives political sovereignty,
Religion expansion, social inter-relation and
Economic development
Independence gave everything that it to give
By taking away everything that to take away;
Independence didn't take away the sorrow in
the mind of the independent man and it can't
O misery of life! who is your true buyer?
March 20, 2023
©Mahtab Bangalee/BD
One day while working in his lab, Einstein was teaching his student
The student was in awe of the brilliance of the genius
The youngster had an idea he thought to be prudent
Trying to outwit Einstein, one might say...to be ingenuous
The youngster made a bet, declaring to pay five dollars if he couldn't figure out the answer to Einstein's question
But if Einstein couldn't answer his question, he would pay him five hundred dollars
"Bet on" replied Einstein
So, Einstein asks the youngster a question he couldn't possibly answer
The youngster reaches in his pocket and gives him five dollars
That was a question that only a great mind as yours would be able to answer
But let me ask you... what has three legs, runs up a mountain...and comes down with five legs?
Einstein is puzzled and could not answer the question- so he reaches in his pocket and gives the youngster five hundred dollars
After giving him the money Einstein asks the youngster- "so what is the answer to the question"
Smiling happily, the youngster reaches in his pocket and gives Einstein another five dollars