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I never even drove till I was maybe twenty-five,
but then I learned, and so we bought a car for me to drive.
For fifteen hundred dollars, I got a crap sports car
with color kind of pink. That Monza never got me far!
Its brand I think was obsolete; I can't recall its look.
All that I recall was all my money that it took.
About a month I had it till our whole small family
used that car to take a Christmas trip out of the city.
So headed for the south we left, and yet we had no clue. . . .
Not even halfway out of our own state, the engine blew.
We had to pay to tow it home, and I cannot recall
If we later took our truck to make that trip at all!
Fixing it was not worthwhile. The engine block was shot.
Thanks to that, I got a blue Camaro, used but HOT!
And so the life of my first car, once I got it home,
was just about as lengthy as the lines of this short poem.
For Paula Swanson's "Driving Me Crazy" Contest
SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH HE BABYSAT FOR MY FOUR CHILDREN WHILE SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD LEROY WAS THE SUPERVISOR I HAD TO CARRY OUT HIS DUTIES I AM BLESSED HE TOOK MY KIDS TO THE BEACH SINGING MY GIRL NO GREATER LOVE HE WAS AN AWESOME FATHER HE HAD FIVE KIDS HIMSELF I FELT MY KIDS WERE SAFE THIS HELPED ME GO INSIDE HOSTAGE SITUATIONS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS AND MAKE IT BACK FINNY TODAY FBI SUPERVISOR BABY SITTING MY FOUR KIDS IT WAS LIKE HAVING CHILD CARE WHILE BEING AN INFORMANT I COULDN'T WORK IF MY KIDS WEREN'T SAFE SORRY FOR MY IMPOSTER TAKING ADVANTAGE OF SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU WERE BREAKING IN MY HOME LEROY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT TAKE NOTES YOU EILL NEVER EVER CLONE ME JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES RACKETEERING EXTORTING EMBEZZLING VETERANS AND THEIR DISABLED FAMILIES I WAS BLESSED LEROY WAS THIER I WAS HIS BACK UP TODAY MY WAR HEROR GOT MY BACK SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH IS FISHING NOW THINKING ABOUT ME TELEPATHIC BEHAVIOR ANALYST HE TAUGHT ME TO DO HIS JOB WHILE HE PLAYED WITH MY CHILDREN YOU ARE A DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IDENTITY THIEVES SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH NEVER BROKE INTO MY HOME FOR IMMUNIZATION RECORDS TO KILL MY INFANT HE SAT DOWN WITH MY CHILDREN AND I WE HAD LEMONADE AND TEA HE WOULD NEVEER PUT ME IN HARMS WAY LEAVE HIM ALONE JHORE YOU'VE KILLED ENOUGH MEN YOU WILL NOT HARM MY WAR HERO STAY AWAY FROM MY DISABLED FAMILY YOUR SOUL SHALL BE SWALLOWED UP BY THE LION OF JUDEA HAILE SELASSIE THE LION SHALL PUR AT MY FEET JUST HE DID THAT BEAUTIFUL DAY YOUR RASTA ANDREW PERISHED AT MY FEET I WATCHED THE LION OF JUDEA SWALLOW HIS SOUL AS HE TRIED TO CRAWL SLIDING LIKE SERPENT COVERED IN BLOOD THAT'S WHEN THE GUNMAN SAW HIS SOUL SCREAM HE JUMPED FROM THE TRUCK AND PUT FOUR MORE SLUGS IN HIS BACK HIS SHOE SHOT OFF HIS FEET NOW I SHOOT YOUR SOUL HAILE SELASSIE RASTAFARIAN LION OF JUDEA DON'T YOU EVER CROSS MY PATH AGAIN
My first ever love letter
written so many years before,
a letter that was never delivered
rediscovered from my book store.
Written so many years before
now just a faded envelope,
rediscovered from my book store
a letter of passion and hope.
Now just a faded envelope
remembrance of my sweet honey days,
a letter of passion and hope
romance for my first love Goddess.
Remembrance of my sweet honey days
worshipping her beautiful face,
romance for my first love Goddess
never delivered for lack of courage.
Worshipping her beautiful face
lines that rekindle my passion,
never delivered for lack of courage
can be used for current love session.
Lines that rekindle my passion
passion of first burning love,
can be used for current love session
to please my wife--my dove.
Passion of first burning love
needs a little bit of edit,
to please my wife--my dove
before my Honey discovers it!
Needs a little bit of edit
a letter that was never delivered,
before my Honey discovers it
my first ever love letter.
© kashinath karmakar (12th June 2011)
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Placement: 2nd :(July 2011)
Contest:Yard Sale
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
Paula Goldsmith, you will know when I say
Always encourages us in her way
She's good for a lift
Poetry is her gift
“So have a blessed day writing away!”
Tom Woody the Poet guru
Who will never, ever lie to you
Even if it hurts
He's candid and curt
We all need a friend this true
Silent One's a talented guy
His poetry worthy to buy
He has much to write
Which is ironic-a mite
Cause If truly silent we’d cry!
Susan Ashley has a golden pen
If enters a contest she'll win
But she is so humble
So no need to grumble
She gives you a chance in the end
Do you know Beatrix Macabre?
Writes in light from a candelabra
Much smarter than most
Friends with witches and ghosts
Maybe bloody cryptic, chupacabra!
Crystol Woods is a bit unsmart
Though she excels at art
A three syllable word
That she's never heard
Causes her brain to fly apart
Arlo Parker, not much to relate
Short, thoughtful poems he does create
They don't take up much room
So we must assume
He has no need to compensate!
David Crandall is the sweetest man
Salt of the earth and a good friend
Talented and kind
Thoughtful, creative mind
And he uses words I can understand!
PoetrySoup has all kinds
Artistic and logical minds
When put all together
And we all endeavor
Talent isn't hard to find
The Painting
When she left, it was late in the evening
on the snow-covered path to the street
her footprints were not visible
On the road, there were too many
footprints to recognize if any of them
belonged to her
years like layers of wood stacked up when
I saw her in a painting by Paula Rega
So many suffering women abused by men
and their desire to be loved, causing them
to fall into hardship
They survived while I suckled on a nipple
another woman, risking her future in
the hope of love where there was none
the endless poverty doing others' laundry
hands red bloated a ring of promise, not
kept, impossible to remove.
these are the women who do not leave
footprints in the snow
Paula Rega gave them a voice, reduced
the men who had lost what they thought
was love, to fear ghosts in the longest night
Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack;
a much loved movie from so many years ago.
The times I chance on things like these, it takes me back.
The person that I used to be, I hardly know.
A much loved movie from so many years ago -
so out of style today, not like it used to seem.
The person that I used to be, I hardly know.
Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream.
So out of style today, not like it used to seem -
that saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song.
Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream,
I grow unsure if in this new world I belong.
That saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song;
the times I chance on things like these, they take me back.
I grow unsure if in this new world I belong.
Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack!
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Back to Back" Contest
few the words
To so tell her
I shall tell her
In few words
O' that I love her
If those words
So few the words
Yet much said
to her heart
So I said
I love you so
Midst daylight gatherings
So few the words
Bonding affairs agape- I copy
The souls coils biblical cord
Attached love
Behold shall I say
If you want love
God's daughter
So few the words
Every song God's daughter
Tells of her
I love her, so few the words
For the words angels, Sing!
Her spirit brings forth spring
Few the words
3/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I’m restless and hurried and hate to waste time
except at a movie or dealing with rhyme!
And nothing I’m thinking of wastes my time more
than driving in traffic; it’s one big fat bore.
So I have developed some skills of my own.
Here’s one thing I do that not all would condone
when I’m stuck at a left turn, not wanting to wait
behind a long line of cars making me late:
If on that corner, I spy a gas station,
I pull in there (though it’s not my destination).
By making my turn from that spot’s lot instead,
I rarely lose time, and in fact, I’m ahead!
And if on the freeway I happen to see
the traffic I’m in is a big mess to me,
and it keeps getting slower, I get myself OUT.
I take the next exit, just changing my route!
I always am looking ahead on the street
to figure out conflicts that I’m going to meet.
A train up ahead? Then I U-turn and find
a new way! That waiting just taxes my mind!
Those U-turns are awesome! I use them a lot
to get myself out of a really tight spot!
I’m not always sure about U-turning laws,
And so I use caution with those, just because!
I doubt I break too many laws with all this.
If I do, please don’t tell me. Not knowing is bliss.
I’m restless and hurried; a long-time survivor -
a cuttingcornerstrafficscornerfemaleconniverdriver.
For Paula Swanson's "If You Build It They Will Miss Use It" Contest
Couldn’t say it as a kid because it was a sin -
To say that small four letter word - what trouble I got in!
A girl who was my babysitter taught the word to me.
But then at eight, I learned that word’s effect on family. . .
Mischievous and curious were cousin Steve and I;
he too had learned that naughty word. It happened by and by
(after we’d discussed it some and what the bad word meant)
we voiced it ALOUD at a reunion and got sent
to another room where we were scolded mightily.
And for a long while, that foul word was uttered not by me!
Well, you can say that word (these days) -in certain company:
like with bikers and delinquents or my son, an ex-Marine!
But I don’t like to say the word, except when very mad
and in my car in traffic jams: (that’s when I say things bad!)
Then nasty words I’ve read or heard from friends or on TV
become the very words I hear come pouring out of me.
It’s strange how that first naughty word I learned I must not say
is now a word that (if I want to) I can say today!
Nonetheless, I keep that word under lock and key.
I’m glad that we can’t use it here to ruin our poetry!
For the "You Can Say it Now" Contest by Paula Swanson
SORRY JAY TOWNSEND HENRY YOU NEED TO CONTACT THE OVAL OFFICE AN ASK TRUMP IF YOU COULD IMPERSONATE HIS FAMILY MEMBERS HERE IN AMERICA I AM QUITE SURE HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT IMMIGRANTS CAN NOT IMPERSONATE AMERICANS AND THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS CONTACT SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND YOUR SPONSOR AND SEE IF YOU COULD BECOME HER JAY BRAND JAY HEIMBACH OR PERHAPS ONE OF CIROS DAUGHTERS BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER EVER EXTORT MY IDENTITY HERE IN AMERICA THEREFORE CRAWL BACKWARDS TO MARTHA BRAE RIVER YOUR HOME IN JAMAICA YOU ARE COMPLETE SCUM YOUR MOTHER TONI TOWNSEND I NO LONGER FEAR YOUR DEATH THREATS STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND AND I STAY AWAY FROM OUR FAMILY YOU ARE DANGEROUS VERY.TO DISABLED AMERICANS