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while sleeping
i hear the pitter
but not the patter
that will come later
(how many thought
"latter"? "ladder"? or
"lather"? it doesn't
matter, dreams are
that way, happily
ever after...) but in
nonsuch lets say:
the feet steps of
a little creature
running top my
roof (really just
a squirrel, but lets
say we decided
to use "lather" in
stead):
the sound of drops
perhaps raindrops
since it would
be insane to say
there's a faucet
above my house
but since it's lather
let me finish washing
and massaging my Muse
then get a rubber
should get a rubber
washer first to stop
the dripping drops
that patter and keep
me from getting
a good night's
sleep
Form:
In the list I saw a new contest, entitled "A Poem Please."
At first glance I thought, "Is this for real or just a tease?"
The theme for this contest was just periods-punctuation.
I'd have moved on except for contests I've an infatuation.
A string of five dots, seemingly a period after a period.
Hmm...Should I write in sonnet form, or an epic Iliad?
The challenge in this one is that I wasn't given a direction
of what to write about. It's in the hands of my discretion.
I know I've jumped off the deep end of the poetry pool
but if I turn back now, I'm sure I'll look like a silly fool.
I'm left wondering how to salvage such a pathetic start
of what could have been a poem about a broken heart.
Nah, I've written that scenario a time or maybe twelve.
Into that nether region I should no longer try to delve.
No awesome pissa will this ditty win for the likes of me.
But this PERIOD piece might make you laugh-wickedly.
NOTE: Prizes for this contest include the title of Awesome and a Wicked Pissa.
April 29th, 2016
Human sparkle spirit runs the shine chasing you
We are poor yet we want penny for your thoughts
You bring war I stand here with raised hands and an olive branch
The clowns red nose strikes a pose stopped up congested
Aura color spectrum forget Me Not
~
Wishing wells hoping to be filled all the way through
Concrete grass stains on a basement condominium just bought
Embracing running together via a chance dance
Off the deep end tip of the tongue invested
Dead bodies melt-disintegrate physically rot
So that I am instilled installed compassion
Within my vision I'm blinded in rose colored glasses
Humanity viewed
11/27/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©
The due date approaches; the deadline looms
Irritation's in the air; annoyance fumes
A cauldron boils in every newsroom
The tension's palpable; nerves are frayed
Editors hit the ceiling
At mistakes never made
Ill winds are blowing of mounting desperation
Cooler heads giving way to righteous indignation
Utter frustration in the act of creation
Now the boss' out his mind; he's gone off the deep end
Taken it out on someone; flown right off the handle
Only to land himself head first in a scandal...
So remember, all you newsies, stay under control
Not blowing up's your primary goal
Meet your deadline; don't forfeit your soul
There once lived three devoted and wonderful pastors,
who labored diligently to build and maintain three
great churches*.
One pastor served The First Church of The Holy Spirit
in the city of Aston, Tn. The second pastor labored
at The First Holiness Church in Panhandle, Fl. Pastor
number three shepherded The First Center of Power
Church in Panhandle, Tx.
Each of these pastors was well trained and sincere
in their pursuit of God and in their desire to faithfully
lead their flock. In addition to their sincerity, there
were two other things that they shared in common.
They were all evangelical, and believed that The
Holy Spirit lived inside of the church of God on earth.
However, deep inside and behind their holy mask was
what some Christians called, 'a latent fear of falling
off the deep end'.
Each pastor wanted to fly and teach their people
how to do the same. But deep inside, they themselves
had a fear of flying, not in airplanes, but in flights conducted
by The Holy Spirit, because they worried about where The
Holy Spirit would take them. This dilemma weighed so heavily
upon them that they began to question their own calling. They
wondered if they were called to be 'pilots' aided by The Holy Spirit,
or commissioned to be 'controllers' observing and directing traffic.
090321PS
*Fiction
Foreword: My regular radio station recently
held a phone in show on the subject of
Veganism... The following was inspired by
some of the more colourful callers.
Purely for fun, no maliçe intended... Your Honour
Vegans, Damned Vegans
He sneered when he called me an animal
He frowned when he called me a cannibal
He called me a killer and said I’m misguided
I shouldn’t eat meat because HE had decided
His pompous decision was so single minded
I showed him my fist... the fight was one sided
For pulses and beans were all he had eaten
So one little tap and the fellow was beaten
I looked in the mirror and made a big grin
Examined my mouth and the canines therein
For tearing up meat, we got them in pairs
Was that evolution or the big man upstairs
Why ever we got them, got them we did
Some people file them or keep them well hid
If your God designed them then that’s problem solved
Unless you deny the way you’ve evolved
If there was a vote which the vegans then won
There’d be a surplus, I hope they have fun
When we give all the vegans their very own gun
To shoot all the cows, it would need to be done
The chicken, the turkey and also the sheep
Superfluous now, so no need to keep
Thanks to the vegans they’ll all come a cropper
I hope that those vegans are good with a chopper
But just to show willing I thought I might try it
I put myself on a strict vegan diet
A vegan for breakfast, a vegan for lunch
A vegan whenever I fancy a munch
But one irate vegan went off the deep end
He seemed a bit miffed that I’d eaten his friend
But quitting my diet soon silenced his moans
I’ve stopped eating vegans... too many bones
Faith, hope and love
The not so distant memories
In which still remain thought of
People with whom you believe
Were sent to you from up above
But right now all I have are my silent cries
I much follow where I know my heart lies
My soul I seen it upon looking into your eyes
So many passionate times
The moments went so fast
However now is when they truely last
Remembrances of my past
I can't control them any longer I've went off the deep end
Something is said or done and it happens
There you are yet again
I must then follow where my heart belongs
I can't help it I feel it so strong
It keeps playing out as one lone song
Been feeling it for far to long
It's right it can't be wrong
Don't you see
I've spelled it out so damn clearly
You are the reason why I keep holding on
Even when it feels like all my strength is gone
You are the not so distant memories in which I often think of
You are with whom I believe was sent to me from up above
You are my faith, hope and
You will always have all of my love
If I go a whole day without my Wheaties
I'm miserable, grumpy and mean
My Wheaties are really the only thing
Between me and a very bad scene
Beat up little kiddies but they must be little
Like two or three feet high or less
None of those overgrown teenager dudes
My face would end up quite a mess
Don't think badly of me, it's the Wheaties
They provide me with real hutzpah
You best hide the kiddies if I run out of 'em
Hide the axes, knives and chainsaws
I did seek help but the psyche was like me
Needed his Wheaties to cope
Beat the living daylights out of yours truly
Whipped me with his stethoscope
Wheaties are required to maintain stability
So we don't go off the deep end
Had a great big giant bowlful this morning
So relax I'm real mellow again
© Jack Ellison 2013
I told myself that you were off limits
I promised that I would not fall
But I lost that battle early on
With each joke and laugh we share, the less I want to hang on.
The edge is drawing near.
I don't want to fall, but I'm not ready to jump
My lifeline is growing shorter,
Each laugh is like a gravitational pull
I can't hold on much longer
The reason why I won't jump is replaced with an encouraging one.
The water is shallow and I know that
A leap of faith is all it takes
I keep drawing back, letting fear take over
I can't be scared forever can I?
To keep fighting makes me weak, but you give me the strength
One day I will let go, but how do I know that you'll be there to catch me if I fall?
Little do I know, I fell a long time ago.
I wonder who I am sometimes, what seems to be a universal phenomenon. As everyone remains looking to be someone other than themselves, because those who are themselves are persecuted and dreams hung on the cross by society.
But as I wonder the colorful atmosphere of those around me tend to judgingly remind me exactly who I am and what I’m capable of accomplishing.
Because they assume before they even get the chance to know me, my story, why I act, talk, or dress different, why I smell another fragrance, perceive, taste, and feel the world inversely.
Under my skin they shoot before they ask, a trigger finger itching as the deadly explosion blast piercing the body of another innocent soul. Slavery is illegal now but we still hang.
Hang pictures up of loved ones taken through an unjust act, if you listen closely you can still hear the sound of invisible shackles as I walk and fall to my death…click clack, clic clac, click…a heart beating but dead now the heart no longer beats…
Under my skin if I put my hoodie up I might as well wear a mask, to hide the sinister agenda people assume I carry. Sometimes I just want some shade to block out all the negative rain on a summer day.
And when I succeed they assume I’m cheating, because my plateau has no high point or high ground. I’m a flat line, dead to success, and they put me here.
It’s a little misleading when all your hard work just falls off the deep end, because they look at you as if you have a red hand or you’re the bandit.
And if I bought it I could never own it because under my skin without acting I’ve already sinned.
How can you win when you can’t control the end?
All I can say is never stop praying and keep grinding until the end, because God controls the future. So never let someone else control you through “You cant’s or you’ll Nevers.”
P.S. I am black lives, THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT.