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[Just once in a while, I try to write a child friendly
Poem which doesn’t end up as a horrific gore-fest...
This is one such attempt...]
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There’s a tiger in my trifle, there’s a seahorse in the queue
Not sure about a café with a coypu in the stew
The polar bear just over there is chasing a gnu
Six penguins just got flattened by a manic kangaroo
The keeper’s got a net, he says I’ll catch the pelican
Can he catch the pelican? No-one knows how well he can
A chimpanzee is wearing clothes and strutting like a man
He’s blowing noisy kisses to the old orang-utan
The seals are in the pond causing lots of fuss and dramas
A strange turn of events because they’re eating the piranhas
The gorilla who would often spend all day eating bananas
Is making Tarzan noises as he tries to ride the llamas
The rhino’s gone out through the gate, he just got on a bus
He couldn’t pay the fare... the driver didn’t make a fuss
Police are running here and there, they don't know what to do
That's what happens when they have an earthquake at the zoo
I struck out on my own around a year old
life was so full of fun, so many things with
which to play, a leaf scuttling by, a rustle
in the undergrowth. I was enthralled.
I stood on a road watching intently
a little mouse. A car shot past bowling
me over and slicing off half of my tail.
It stung like hell and dripped blood.
Finding a cool stream I placed my tail
within, oh the blessed relief I knew
I had been lucky, one life now done.
My next life also flashed by as
hunter became prey, I ran for
my life from a pack of hungry
wolves barely escaping their
razor sharp fangs and hot breath.
Fishing for salmon I ventured
in too deep and got swept away
tumbling through rapids, banging
into rocks lucky to be washed ashore.
Bedraggled I lie in the sun
I swallowed way more water
than I drink in two days.
Shivering as I dry off.
Maybe four is the charm
as now I am much wiser.
Oh no I followed my nose
to an enticing exciting smell.
It led me straight into a mire
churned up by rooting pigs
I was being sucked down
exhausted I finally lay still.
Well a miracle happened
the muddy slime released
its deathly grip and I was
able to slowly wriggle free.
What a state my fur was in
muddy slime all over me
only one thing to do and
that's take a hated bath.
As I rolled in the shallows
I felt a change in pressure
and ran for my life chased
by angry snapping jaws.
Piranhas I had disturbed
Nearly ripped to shreds
I slipped away to rest up.
Unfortunately as I drifted
off I started getting stung
I was under attack from
angry bees I was lying
right over their hive.
Fast as a streak I headed
yet again for the river
and dunked myself again
and again till they were gone.
Seven lives already used up
and I was still only three years.
A few years past uneventfully
I am getting the hang of things.
One dark stormy night
sheltering in a leafy tree.
It got hit by lightning
knocking me to the ground.
Fur still burning I looked
a real fright, a cartoon cat
with hair on end whilst all
I really wanted was a quiet life.
Well I have used up eight
of my nine. I now mainly
sleep my days away. The
urge of adventure quietly rests.
My day will come soon
now as age takes its toll.
I am stiff and nearly blind
so I lay down a final time.
Methinks muss elf akin to a cold prickly...
being analogous to a
limp biscuit viz
wussy wonky willy,
yet back in the day
rolling in hay worm
may at large cavorted
frolicked, and idealized
as a warm fuzzy.
Though aforementioned title
slightly risqué and silly,
yours truly dwells in Schwenksville,
approximately an hour drive
northwest from Philly,
a geographic enclave flush with
seeds of life and White Lily
hometown of mine reminiscent
of Lake Woebegone
similarly verdant and hilly.
Today I bubble with gumption and glee
riding a crest of carefree euphoria prithee
within Netherlands home to Zuiderzee.
Now yours truly lets thoughts unspool
as they popup like mushrooms
after a soaking rain
and flash across consciousness
hoping to hammer somewhat
comprehensible poetic product
wrought courtesy tool
of me noggin
stream of consciousness school
meanders and follows no particular rule.
Despite being rescued
from blimey and bloody
ten thousand cannibals yippee,
where before escaping xi
shark infested cyber sea,
I nearly fell prey to piranhas we
dulling their way think valley
girls enlisting themselves
to be worshipped
as omnipotent trustee
trumpeting themselves
as shaykhah of chic re:
to do bidding of commoners
heavily guarding, ousting,
and thwarting stiff contenders
for commodification, commiseration,
commercialization, communication
and glory of riches q.e.d.,
quod erat demonstrandum
selling one soul to the devil
what a pity
exploitation, juxtaposition, opposition
temptation teasing proletariat offeree,
who seductively utter née
all the while vicarious thrilling
analogous to shady subterfuges
within dark wide web
bloodhounds (created courtesy
artificial intelligence) ripping asunder
supposedly airtight code,
while proficient hackers punching
virtual holes at Norton and McAfee
and other logistics wizards to protect data
laugh demonically, hysterically,
maniacally, sadistically, and zestfully
at those payees party as licensee
guardians of regal materialistic realm
do as I saith - speaketh bourgeoisie.
Autumn arrives
Like calloused hands
From Canada,
Squeezing
The summer sogginess
From the air
Like a wet rag
Wrung
From a pail of warm water.
Downhill
From
Its hollow avalanche of wind,
We bang
With brooms
At the shins of the fleeing trees
Like shepherds.
The first scarlet leaves
Are stripped
And flow like rivers
Of snapping piranhas
Vibrating atop the sidewalks.
I put my dog on a leash.
He is not trustworthy
In crowds,
Especially in riots
Of ghosts
That flail
In spiral gales
Like newspaper pages
Sailing back to life
From gutters.
In my garage,
I take my rake
From its hook on the wall.
I stand as a scarecrow in his front yard,
Straw shoulders
Shaking from the introduction.
One by one,
Crows
Gather
And eat from the ground.
A raspy cawing.
I am coughing.
You were never the sunset to me, but always the crimson hue veiling the sun; The subtle shyness in the eyes of a maiden wildly in love with the moonlit boy, her prominent lobster red cheeks when she was a blushing mess under his soothing touch. The sly smile lingering around her lips on her way back home, giggling on the reminiscence of the chocolate discovered under her desk, gifted by her ‘anonymously well known lover’; You kissed the sky, a final adieu while diffusing selflessly into the aqua ocean, deep into the underwater world. I would then dive into the ocean, searching for you, till the ‘deadly piranhas’ whisper into my ear, “She is no more a part of your world”. Maybe then I would weep like a widower but my transparent tears would be washed away by the ‘sun kissed ivory waves’.
The traffic was strident, lanes straight
the cars lined the street and froze rigid.
The cop with a glare of pure hate, directed
a line of gate crashers cutting.
The sidewalks segmented in rows, false
lure more tourists into a queue.
Cowed were young folk and old folks all queued
a ménage which was quite far from straight,
all had come for a peck at the Bard, false.
even a librarian or too, who waited with spines rigid,
and scowls on their lined brows like cuts
their critiques would be most direct.
Teens kiss in a clutch most directly
their faces make braces of queues
Scalpers hawk to the latecomers cutoff,
the elite meet and greet heading straight
for the red road with a rigid
line of bull filled with falsities.
Inside the antiquated theatre under false
the foot lights lining the aisles direct
Mayor and matron, gran and child in rigid
alleys to velvet seats also queued.
The stare of critic and patron glared straight
64 toward the author so pinned and cutting.
A bright white light cut
the chill air so false
and focused on drape lined straight
each fell open as artist directed
and orchestra swells filled their queue
and the author he sat stark and rigid.
His fate would he find in lines rigid
on the page of tomorrows review, they’d cut
make or they’d break his heart’s queue
these piranhas with smiles so false.
No fate could be more direct
this tonic he must imbibe straight.
So like dominoes, they fall lines rigidly, piercing cuts
Filleted be he by queues false,
in the end words directly aimed, straight to death cue.
It lays helpless at the foot of the hill gasping for breath, while the shadows drifts slowly over the hardened earth and thickened skies. The scent of the gully birds kept meandering around strange daffodils with courageous scent filtering in the promiscuous skies.
I have learnt that starfish and clams are not the smartest creatures but when they bond together there is no breathing space for the clam to waiver. The bowerbird with its sugary nest scampers around the logs, watching the chipmunk tunneling through the hole while the squirrel kept swinging from door to door and the queen bee kept spewing honey on the wooden floor.
A loud noise echoed from across the horizon crashing through lofty mountain sending billows of smoke through the dented skies. The ashes travels for miles sand and dust mixed with the earth’s crust dancing to the alligator rhythm and the cicada kept its tune for the mass schedule at noon. The beaver stands next to the door watching the giant anteater walking on the shore, while the sea gulls kept asking for more.
I stood from a long distance watching the piranha drifting towards the shore and the gold fish swimming behind its tail with a blood spot on its veil, as the shadows of human encountered with the drill the piranhas plunges in the ocean plate and the mammoth come flying out of nowhere busting down the gate and the fish swam freely towards the shore and migrate into fresh clean waters.
It was a scene that I could never forget; it kept me static on the deck as the ships starts rolling in the voices began to sing and everyone caught on to that mystifying rhythm. I am Free.
The crowd that packed the county court all shared a common creed,
With eagerness to point to where the evidence did lead.
They’d gathered like piranhas; their intention was to feed.
The charges told a heinous crime and named who did the deed.
They ordered the defendant rise and prompted him to plead.
He softly said, “Not guilty,” hoping God might intercede.
The judge brought down his gavel for the trial to proceed.
The prosecutor stated that the motive had been greed.
The witnesses all testified they saw the victim bleed.
The judgment that the man would face was all but guaranteed.
The jury weighed the evidence and everyone agreed.
They settled on a verdict with apocalyptic speed.
The doomed man sat in silence like a coon they might’ve treed.
The judge put on his glasses and began to slowly read,
“The court does hereby sentence the defendant to be freed.”
“His heart’s a fertile pasture where desire’s taken seed.
He’s forced to tend a craving that has flourished like a weed.
Let clemency be granted for this prisoner of need.”
For a prisoner of need, it’s a hellish fate, indeed.
There’s never been confinement that could possibly exceed
The bondage of a prisoner of need.
Superior specimen of
Beauty, dignity and perfection
What…? Victim of bullying…!?
What kind of world do we live in?
Obviously one full of bullies
Inferior bottom-feeders
Ganging up on anyone who
Shows even the least amount of gentleness
Predators looking for a trace of weakness
Who see benevolence as a flaw
Jealousy gnawing at goodness
Like a swarm of piranhas
Looking for prey who let their guard down
They thrive on destroying
How can they truly not value
Awesomeness before them
Intimated and infuriated by being outshined
With character and strength
Unpretentiousness and inner sanctum
Inspiration to millions who are impressed
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on October 4, 2017 for contest PAINT A PICTURE 4 sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.'
Be it black ocean space;
Or in the breathing coral seas;
Back into my memories squiding;
To warn me about the sea turtle;
The cetacean coral reef crabbing;
Sharks and piranhas kidnapping;
I heard a tentacled, seagoing inking;
I wrote a story with the octopus pen;
I was a harbour porpoise and you a tuna sandwich;
The brokered bottlenose whale blossoming;
The sphinx moth singeing;
Only this and a sturgeon;
In there stepped a shovel nose 'whale shark';
In there stepped a 'lake trout.';
Dolphins lookout;
To warn me about the bluefin;
The foul flatfish forging;
All my soul within me gorging;
In there stepped a coral sea cucumber;
I have dreamed of the spadefish;
An echo murmured back the word, 'channel catfish!';
The brook trout smiled;
I felt compelled to sniff the squid;
Smells like fish;
It was squish;
Take thy bluegill from out my heart;
Embrace the wish;
Starfish
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©