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Waking, she inspects the color under her sweater
and sighs that vague orange is still wearing her.
Orange can’t be her friend until it reveals its core.
While white is already a friend, the floating ones
aloofly speak of odd concerns she cannot pattern.
At times, float-whites hear, but never do they listen
or cease insisting that she has dreams, NOT visions.
Blue, green, pink and white all bring truths to her:
if she finds the correct umbrella, she could fly thru
blue-white skies adorned with smeared pink pops
over green’s velvet-thick and lush laid blankets.
When she gains the doors other side, freedom
will lead her to the right, flight-ready umbrella.
Sorting and storing colors keeps her busy all day.
Her favorites - blue, green, pink and white shades,
she tenderly places in see thru plastic jars, all
other colors she discards as too bland hearted.
Daily relief is happily seized by determining
not even a kernel of purple is in her world.
Purple startles, it is pain’s chosen dispersal
that circles and circles until she curls up,
prone atop piles of her own broken pieces.
Occupied with her color heaps, she spies a white-
float fluttering in her doorway at a time too early
for the syringe of colorless assistance
that simplifies her organizational tasks.
She hears white make words but disappears
inside of all pink things with soft plumes.
“Both your parents came to visit with you.
They are waiting inside the purple room.”
My grandkids got a building toy
With plastic ramps and chutes
So marbles can go zig and zag
Down all the varied routes.
For safety’s sake, the marbles have
Been hidden from their view
Although, with supervision,
They can play with only two.
Henry has the blue one
And for Hadley, it’s the green.
We watch them like a hawk
Yet only rarely intervene.
The biggest fear, of course, is that
A marble will be swallowed
So every move they make, with one
In hand, is closely followed.
The grandparents have other thoughts –
Though marbles may amuse them,
What worries them much more’s the chance
That they will up and lose them!
Complicated picket fences
Painted mean
With emotions
I mean EMOJI??
WHAT????????
Caterpillars sliding on the concrete stairs of my soul
As my heart is feathering down
lives duck pond
I fine myself disposing
In a depressions tied up in plastic trash bags
Is a tear and torn
Is bare a bear
AND why would you care
for if it wasn't for God
the only thing will share
is THE
AIR
I SUPPOSE?
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 09 2017
Happy children with masks parade house to house,
Sneaking and creeping in way of a mouse.
Wearing cheesy cat ears; one a rhinestone crown.
There goes a princess in a glowing evening gown.
Superhero with invisibility cloak, power of flying.
Hershey bars next door? You’d better not be lying!
Blurry harvest moon shines with her best light.
Why does it always rain so hard on Halloween night?
Left on many porches are big plastic bowls of candy.
Here comes a cowboy; his red pistols are dandy!
There goes a dad, camouflaging his can of beer.
Halloween fun comes back like clockwork year after year.
And another day
has flopped down in front of you,
resting after last night's stormy
lovemaking between earth and sky -
you take your seat near where the river
whispers its secrets as it does
every morning. It shows you
its hoard of driftwood and plastic
bottles. To it, all is prized, all given
a home.
Habit has you pushing thought boats
out into the channel hoping they'll
be carried into the bay then out
to open sea, finally washing up
on the shores of someone else’s mind,
or sink mid ocean to become part
of something bigger although
you can never figure out what that is.
People pass with faces carrying
an invitation and a need to talk.
Your eyes are elsewhere, staring
through and beyond them
as if they were glass, out pass
landscapes, air, everything - to a place
that is no place, just nothingness.
Sometimes you feel as if
you are about to dissolve, not knowing
into what. The river, you're sure,
would prize the leftovers.
IMAGINE if the world was free of all the hate for one another and miserary.
Weapons of mandistruction dismantled and transform into useful ventures.
The world being more conscious of the distruct emintions, plastic waste,water pollutuctants and so much more
IMAGINE the younger generation are also fighting for their lives and the world they are going to live in.
Climate change has increased and only get more extreme.
IMAGINE knowing that your home, lively hood , animals way of life will change due to climate change and policts.
The leaders of this world Imagine discuss our future and
Yes we get to vote but it still hurts us.
IMAGINE the world is in Gobal wealthfare crisis.
IF THE world economy was restored growth to the world was made . IMAGINE no more hunger, no more famine,
No more wars, no more genocide .
IMAGINE our world is like a Butterfly Prescious , unquie and beautiful.
IMAGINE if all of us respected the world we live in.
I
jerked it
out to place
it back in and
it seems as though I can't get any out.
I
jerked it
out again
to place it back
in, yet, no luck in getting any out.
So,
I tried
ANOTHER
form of Pleasure,
taking off the lid and using plastic.
I
simply
just wanted
to drink my milk-
shake using a straw but a spoon will do.
Pace, G
04-20-2012
Dear humans, do you read me, I live in space,
Merely a being, sent by God, I'm all over the place.
I circle the world, live among debris,
You leave behind, you ruined your planet,
Now you want to go to Mars, so that you can
Pollute that planet in a few thousand years,
I have shed enough tears,
A millennium has gone by, and yet my fears,
Are much the same, not only the land you destroy,
But what of your beautiful oceans, you have caused
Global destruction, ice is melting, oceans rising
Lands worldwide are drowning, farms are flooding,
Mudslides send houses into never-never land,
We must do something, you all say the same,
Well do it.
Have you absolutely lost your sanity,
Your complete mentality in irreversible totality,
First think of your ocean life, ban plastic bags,
Deforestation must stop, this must be immediate
All trees are life giving, sustaining an all encompassing
Balance, animals lose their forests and move into
Suburbs, confused, looking for food.
You overpopulate,
Why three or four children, be grateful have one
Others so sad, as they have none.
Unemployment on the rise,
The poor have no chance of winning first prize.
You have brought about division between
Colors, creeds and nations, stop it, we are all
Brothers and sisters, please help the poor
Who come to ask for food at your door
Disparity of wealth crazy, billionaires now more
Than before, whilst the poor live under bridges
Or scavenge in garbage, shame on us, shame on us,
Shame on our governments, access to water is
Humanitarian, all should have access.
I therefore beseech you to do the right thing, be kind,
Be mindful, allow love to seep into your heart,
Don't risk becoming an inevitable mortal fatality,
Nurture your planets ozone deficiency, begin,
with healing your unhinged mental capacity
The beginning starts with you,
But of course, that you knew.
I never wanted a man
Whose words are heavy and slurred,
Drowned in the alcohol
He drinks without a word.
I had high hopes back then—
No prince or knight in gold,
Just a patient, gentle hand
For my own to hold.
A compassionate man, a loving fool,
A doting father to our own.
Yet cruel fates have left me here,
Sitting in this house, alone.
My kids wreak havoc in the house,
My daughter playing doctor now,
My son, her patient on the floor—
Safe from the storm, somehow.
Unaware that all they have is play,
Beside a tilting dollhouse ledge,
A fragile home of plastic walls
Teetering right upon the edge.
Yet through the grief, a quiet peace:
Thank god they only know of joy.
Even though I know too well,
It’s a peace he will destroy.
My eyes keep darting to the door,
Waiting for his heavy tread,
The kids call 'Father' now,
The man to whom I am wed.
Fate is a cruel, binding thing;
It locked me in with no escape.
No wings to fly, no ground to hold,
No independent path to shape.
But just when darkness settled in,
And I had thought I'd had enough,
Life brought me two small, shining stars,
Woven from a gentler stuff.
The front door clicks, and there he stands.
My eldest looks up from her play,
Already fluent in his steps,
Reading the shadows of the day.
Her small eyes dart to meet his face,
Gauging the shifting, heavy air—
Will he be the loving father now?
Or the monster waiting there?
Imagine my surprise
she was from outer space
I never would have known
by looking at her face
She had that Rocket Body
with those oh so perfect curves
Her voice was mighty sweet
and she had exquisite toes
I wanted to make her happy
by listening to her needs
She said "come to my garden,
wont you plant those earthly seeds?
When she started to undress
all I could say was ooh la la
My friends said I'd be lucky
to become her kid’s pa pa
My zipper it was broken
In her hand it began to freeze
I really wanted to escape
but she had me on my knees
It’s true she had set her trap
my broke fly was just desert
Yes if she had opened it
I’m convinced it would have hurt
It seems my human nectar
would keep her skin elastic
As I gazed upon her face
I watched it crack like plastic
So I ran away screaming
from this ancient alien surprise
Thankfully I wasn’t crushed
With those lucious Venus thighs
For Anthony Slauzen's Ancient Alien Contest
Written January 6, 2018