Long Parlayed Poems
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The atmosphere killed, but moisture came from rock,
I did not judge this sinner’s block ravishing, just clock,
No stripes inside to ease away the pain, despair, hock,
Wires to traverse those structures not according, shock.
Did the eclipse light a fire within the heart, point stayed?
Or was Einstein there to fan and place, unaffecting okayed?
Did Steve Davis snooker the lass and the said, delayed?
And could decades set the wrong aright, deep parlayed?
Science will cure the Coronavirus without question, doubt,
Keep washing your hands, rational thought counts stout,
Stay away from other people to reduce your chances out,
Reason is in rationality, of human principles - values count.
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
What do you get for the Man,
That's parlayed a yacht or two?
He's flashing the perfect tan,
Wearing diamond studded shoes!
The women he dates are fakes,
But, still have some style and grace.
They'll do whatever it takes,
Like pancake or peel their face!
Got a mansion in the West,
And a mansion in the East.
Dining only on the best,
On the rest he plans to feast!
Well, you know he loves to boast,
Those new "Tatts" on his body.
But, which one he loves the most,
His Porsche or Maserati?
At the gym he does the plank,
At Casinos loves to bet.
If he ever breaks the bank,
He'll just buy another jet!
Doodled oodles of Poodles,
But, he's tired and he's bored!
Might think our noodle's doodled,
Here's a doodle not explored!
Commodity Clones, DePaul,
We're willing and we're able.
If your heart should ever stall,
Put a new one on the table!
If your liver has been pickled,
By the finest wines in France.
And vintage only trickled,
Put a new one in your pants!
So, you harbor a "wee" crush,
On first or second cousin.
No need for you to blush,
We'll clone her by the dozen!
Now, back home from the "Island,"
Yum! The sushi was sublime.
The maids, they left you smilin',
By takin' two at a time!
A doobie soon relaxes,
Your accountant's at the door.
But, what the Hell are "Taxes?"
Never heard of them before!
Yep, there's one name you can "Trust,"
DePaul's Commodity Clones!
We might rifle thru your dust,
Hell, might even clone your Bones!
Love Has No Reply
Love has no reply it just waits-
love has no reply - it just prays-
Love understands- as it hopes
that rage will be quelled-
That the core of your heart will
be overwhelmed-
and overruled-Disenchantments
of the venial mind-are allowable
If you never intend to exhale-
then inhalation is inevitable.
Demons seek company -
Presenting illusions to keep misery
side tracked' in sorrowful elegies
The cardinal mentation-
will automatically
tick, when your tocking and;
Tock when you are ticking.
You came here with no instructions--
Love requires no action
Does not have to reply
No matter the jargon
the meaning of "no “is the same.
Whether you wax or wane,
with wagers parlayed
invest in the" WAIT" like the yellow light
"Spread your bet-green light- keep moving
Not always smart- to bet on a sure thing.
Red light stop wait -think about
what you're thinking of doing-
win, win situation.
Prior truth is not necessary for
what is "yet to be believed"
Permanent solutions
should never be applied to a
temporary condition.
The efficaciousness of the syringe as a method in seeking answers to concepts is horribly ineffective.
Love has no reply--- No outside stimuli -
No do's or don'ts ... from the I ...
Strictly and inside Job.
The Sea Glass Fifth Aquarius,
a glass menagerie,
as their bios serenade us,
sea views anemone.
I swarm betwixt a Sea of Glass,
a can of worms opened,
we dove had fluttered peace a chance,
debate and hook defend.
Dolphins parlayed high nibs false skies,
the Sea Glass crample them,
their dimpled snout closer to eyes,
in blues abyss, they swam.
Little shop around four corners,
the which is of Sea Glass,
Stew astir perpendiculars,
Suze, Miche, Cher, picturesque.
Sea Glass, Scottish accents; you rain,
ode Yellow River,
shove all our rights tad off the lane,
bowl poetry Super.
Or Woman, Or Child, Or...
The following elucidated
conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere me
cloud and lear, cuz (Oh my...
heavens to Betsy), ennui
got pulled by Evan -
Jewel Lean, who handed this long fellow
(wads worth to you)
speculation with fan
see prestidigitation legerdemain - tan
ta mount to cheap tricks
re: out of thin air
by this half
fast hue man,
Hill Billy Willy Wonka Nilly,
who blithely doth asseverate
apothegm (poem title) equally applicable
Century21 today Aswan
damn maxim initially
bespoke, when collective
primates begat enfant terrible
foo fighting predetermining anon
metastasizing debacle Yeti
bedeviling civilization
a bajillion years in the future with
Matthew Scott Harris deadpan
words worth less his way
before even an odd iota
of dire straight sultan
of swing didst merely span
spottily scattered amidst
pristine Earth, where
unchanging arboreal
beastie boys to oman,
and flock of sea gulls
continuity elapsed – Ivan
hunch, albeit un
recorded disc contented sow
sow hogtied pan
dum mo' nee ham, or
blessed historical events,
kept (stay'n) alive,
courtesy"FAKE" Trump
petting Dapper Dan,
where he knit pattern,
qua oral tradition, sans clan
destine scattered hot pockets
of sparse *****sapiens,
i.e. humanity LESS preponderant,
primary, and/or prolific,
where superstitions parlayed
(voodoo with no Fran Schwa),
and whirling dervishes fed elan,
which earliest recorded (doctored,
digitized, and demented
oh yea), not
tomb mitt to dimly mentioned
asper "time and tide
wait for no man"
purportedly by one
Saint Marher, circa:
1225 anno domini.
1799 c.e.
Invading the privacy of Egypt’s estate,
Napolean and troops on their tippy toes,
Sweetly snatching the Rosetta Stone.
Turning it over cartouche style,
Lusting to surround Josephine, in battle.
Their royal names forevermore, amore…
Jean-Francois Champollion joined the duo in bed.
His hands glided, over three parallel scripts –
Hyroglyphic, demotic, and Greek; translation exotic
1978 c.e.
Princess Leia, a 3-D hero hologram
Parlayed with charming communication
She held a saint and a rogue in her sultry hands
Present Day in the bedroom of his royal highness
Egyptian tomb exhumed, enlightened, laser projected -
No protection from the spirit of matrimonial melee.
Dutifully terrified, damsel in distress; holographic mistake.
I was dead laid out buried in my sins
O' paramount the burden take out the thorn in my side
And do so my Lord my God take also the boulder there in my eye
Mercies ever please My God and gifted me thine devine mercies Grace
Forgiven you me of all my mistakes
Yet and yet there you were Jesus you have forgiven me of all my sins
Relevance is the evidence for the position that I've made those sins I parlayed and now and forever forgiven a confess my mess I have come through the test
Mercy's ever please my God and gifted me by Divine Mercy's Grace
Father thank you for giving me for I just want to see your name and peace
9/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Horn Music
In the late forties and middle fifties
horn music and military marches tunes
were often parlayed in the town's park
and we lived nearby and bore the brunt
of this noisy music
to complain was not easy as the music
was seen as an expression of freedom
chasing the German army out of our
cherished country, admittingly with
the help of the Russian army, the
British took the credit
Horn music is simply horrible to enjoy
the noise one has to be unmusical
one would think the noise had stopped
with the arrival of modernity, rock and roll
and Elvis Priestly, but no
I was invited in the eighties to read a poem
in Oslo. When my turn came to read
the horn orchestra struck up.
PARALLEL ARE THE RAILS
(PRE-VERSE 1)
Feeling all alone
Cast away like a stone
Few friends what I got
True friends can’t be bought.
(VERSE 1)
Living is a joke
Think I’m about to choke.
Lookin’ at you
Lookin’ at me
Mirror is true (but the reflection is cracked)
False truths won’t set you free.
(Pre-Chorus)
I got my time
I got my rhyme
Beggin’ for a dime
Beggin’ for your time
(Chorus)
Bittersweet is the love (Sweeter than the lime)
Smellin’ like a clove
Burnt up in a stove
Rotting in a grove
Shrapnel of hardened nails
Pouring down like the rain
Storing away the parlayed pain
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
(PRE-VERSE 2)
Heavy is the stone
When you’re all alone
Many friends were not what I thought
False friends are easily bought
(VERSE 2)
Drowning in the smoke
Deception is no joke
Reflection of you
Reflection of me
Mirror is true (but the reflection is cracked)
False truths won’t set you free.
(BRIDGE)
Dreaded are my locs
Dreadful are my thoughts
Locked away in my cerebral box
Cast away like abandoned lots
Got dreadlocks down below my needs
Beatles in the sound
Help me get around
Got hair like my ancestral Swedes
Brain damaged by Floyd
Brain examined by Freud
(PRE-VERSE 3)
Can I get a fix
Feelin’ a little sick
Like when I was six
Trippin’ over a stick
People like to stare
Like I’m some disease
But, I don’t care
I do as I please
(VERSE 3)
Ridin’ on a train
Lookin’ for a change
Freedom from the chain
Leaves me feeling strange
Lookin’ a little strange
Beaten by the chain
No time for change
Ridin’ on a train
(Pre-Chorus)
I got my time
I got my rhyme
Beggin’ for a dime
Beggin’ for your time
(Chorus)
Bittersweet is the love (Sweeter than the lime)
Smellin’ like a clove
Burnt up in a stove
Rotting in a grove
Shrapnel of hardened nails
Pouring down like the rain
Storing away the parlayed pain
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions.
David A. Porter 3/??/18