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8/11/17
Not yet a pundit
But I'll reach the top of many summits
Before I kick the bucket
Going after anything I covet
They sometimes say easy does it
Not going to stress myself out about any what if's
I'm not one to pass judgment
And I won't always come out triumphant
No intention to postpone
I came to kill two birds with one stone
On my own
Near and far away from home
And anywhere else I roam
Or comb
Regardless of if the location is well-known
Still many different talents and skills to hone
If you don't believe me, you will if you look into my eye's and hear my tone
Involving similar and different habits
There usually was a method to my madness
Whether or not through the use of an atlas
And apparatus
In the daylight or pitch blackness
Do you hate or love to cook?
Do you realize how much it really took
By oneself or with help and input
Not going to find it in many if any books
Something I will never forsook or overlook
Innocent people wrongfully convicted and some crooks easily let off the hook
BLACK IS NOT NEGATIVE--
And just what is blackness;
And why is it colourless
And what is blackness
Nothing
Zero a non-hero
Empty
Not whole
Nothing
Darkness
And what is blackness;
Color wash in the dark
Color lost
The property
Quality of being black in color.
Complete darkness;
The absence of any light.
" plunged into pitch blackness"
Belonging to human group of dark-colored skin.
"my experiences made me
" plunged into pitch blackness"
Who am I
I am black
Whom am I
I react to the fact
I'm not ashamed from wetch I came
What am I
Dark without void
Let it be told
Color lost
The property
Far more aware of my blackness than ever before
The quality or character associated with black people
"the blackness of the poetry
An inextricable aspect of his subject matter
Does it matter after
A state characterized by despair depression
A learnt lesson
There is a little hope
Amid the blackness of life
What is black and why is it nothingness
Or is it
Color lost
The property
Quality of being black in color.
Complete darkness;
And with this what color is God?
God is not a colored God
Yet He created the dark as well as the light
He created white and black
Rainbow red, green, yellow, blue, gold, browns yes and black
This and all colors God He made all that
yes even
Black
And ain't nothing wrong with that
Praise the Father for all colors
God don't make no mess
This includes black and it's not negative
2/23/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
6/9/22
Apparently far from tacit
Near endless racket
In day light and pitch blackness
For the sane and those in strait jackets
Dammit
Still sporadic
Caught in transit
Can't rely on magic
Nor give up when it all turns tragic
It's just madness
Even though I feel low and nearly at my saddest
I don't care about any bracket
Or what all is on this pamphlet
I've no intentions to read 'Hamlet"
What the happened?
A world obsessed with gadgets like tablets
Most act like they're above you and in their own palace
Becoming cold and callous
No matter, I shall handle this
No need for prayers and candlesticks
You may be an addict
Following the same old habits
But it is something you can kick
And quit
Occasionally worked with a mallet
As well as pallets
Sometimes had dinner with shallots
Just trying to maintain my balance
Mentally it's a challenge
The same can be said for honing talents
It's bat
Still all this bad
Across the planet
It's not all written in stone, aka granite
Looking at it
From the entire gamut
Instead of a single facet
I don't care about party affiliation, like being Democratic
Quit being so dramatic
It's fixable, far from problematic
You'll regret it, if it turns to static
Because you will be turned to ash quick
By a device made of metal and plastic
Won't be much left for a casket
It's hard to make a classic
And smash hit
I'd like to mine for agates
I already buried the hatchet
For now enjoying the view of the Aurora Borealis
While drinking out of a Titanium Chalice
Good intentions not full of malice
Still looking for my Alice
SUNSHINE SMILES By James Edward Lee Sr.
When the tumults of pressures
Tornado reactions
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
When the clouds group together
And there's no way around
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
Toonami relationships, spun around encapsulating
Destroying and employing gravity falling earthquates
And when the perils and gloom hangs down and on
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
Lightening ever so freitening
we only invite the light of God and He's calling
When the storms of darkness life got you covered
Pitch blackness holds you within it's grips
Become one with the light get out of denial, let
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
12/05/17
Tribute dedication verse to Poetess "Sunshine Smile"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
3/31/21
Stoner
Loner
An addict
Always at it
The chronic
Still on it
Can't get off it
Or stop it
On top of it
A serious alcoholic
The problem
Is constant
And toxic
Causing conflict
Being honest
Often catatonic
Nearly unconscious
Shoutout to Juice Wrld, "everywhere I go feels haunted"
"This isn't the life I wanted"
Damn it
Battling habits
Bringing me closer to a casket
Using gadgets
And tablets
During daylight or pitch blackness
It's gone beyond
Doing my body and bank account a lot of damage
Even if I manage to "manage"
It does me no advantage
And is extra baggage
Dirt I dug and shoveled
Remaining humble
People quick to burst your bubble
In ways that are obvious or subtle
On the double
Staying out of trouble
Even though it's a jungle
Got to solve each and every puzzle
Can't buckle
Even though I continue to struggle
Been far too dependent
Temporarily splendid
But really unpleasant
The cycle has not ended
Eventually the heart stops beating
When it comes to death, there is no cheating
8/16/16
This world has still not yet been fully exlpored and mapped
Imagine that
Pages on the original bible aged
While many lifeforms were unable to reach the final stage
Due to unexpected disasters such as tidal waves
Objects now buried, that use to be on the surface
Waiting to be found, taken care of and used with a purpose
Or to be sold and purchased
In so many regions
Monuments built for specific reasons
Due to whatever it was that they believed in
Or to help them out through the seasons
Plants that are native
And others considered invasive
In all kinds of different places
Caves
In pitch blackness and shade
Full of things that are strange
Trees towering
Over fauna and flora flowering
And where others lost or found a ring
Stones
In biomes
That are scorched and froze
Some of which have markings that are still undeciphered and unknown
Animals adapting
As time continues passing
Nothing is everlasting
By: Dalton Ogletree
Puzzling this mid summer time
I find myself walking down the neighborhood
Few cars pass by eliminating the cool empty dark spaces
Enigmatically the arcane moon shown over in evasive strange peculiar
Moment in the horizon it's midsummer around 10 P.M.
The street lights ever shine the sillerettes of the empty abandon parked cars
I walk, I wonder where are the sounds of the crickets
Where are those sounds, the meows of the cats in the alleys
And where're the WOOF-WOOF of the dogs treating them badly
Barking at everything that moves even the summer wind
The denseness of this presents, silent and noises
It's clear to me yet in this dark can't see
The night fell, it's night fall in this nighttime darkness pitch blackness prevails
And I can't see my hand in front of me because there's no room in the
SHADOWS
DARKNESS
CITIES TWILIGHT
It's about 2 hours after the sunset
All is enigmatic strange peculiar dormant
It's such a
Mysterious Night
She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face. Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed. The clock reads 3:03am. Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch. Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed. As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement. The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night. It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates. She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.
The stars glisten
Illuminating shadows-
Icicles hang still
Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch. Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release. Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her. The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this. He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos. Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: winter
The grandfather clock
struck nine as the silver
platters were finally
uncovered.
Instead of the roasted duck,
a severed hand rested on the
bed of rosemary.
Before anyone could
scream, the mansion's
heavy oak doors automatically
locked.
The lights flickered out,
plunging the grand dining
room into pitch blackness.
A wet, heavy thud echoed
as the host collapsed onto
the mahogany table.
When the candles were relit,
a towering figure stood
holding a carving knife.
A porcelain mask reflected
the frantic, tearful faces of
the remaining guests.
One by one, the crimson
wine on the tablecloth was
replaced by a darker red.
Breath was held beneath the
long drapes as heavy boots
approached slowly.
The figure stepped over the
furniture, whispering that
dessert was about to be served.
The touch of cold enters my life,
the hands of time move faster
than the speed of light;
the spinning of the world
takes on a new meaning
as I lie awake in the
pitch blackness of the night.
What was, will never be again,
what is to come, still a mystery;
the night pours out of me
in thick droplets of sweat,
covering my shivering body
in a glistening hue of black.
All around is the silence,
except for the pounding of
my bursting heart;
what was real is now gone,
vanished into the darkness...
into the deep, dark crevices of my mind.
The images now distorted
whirl by for the remainder of
the pitch blackness of the night;
surreal is the only word to describe
this trembling, awful night of terror.
"Dream sweet dreams" we tell our children,
but the night can bring horror instead of joy;
"Dream sweet dreams" we tell ourselves,
but we know better than the lie we verse...
much better than the night we curse.
For "Dream Land" contest sponsored by Olajide Adelana.