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Suzanne's Torment - The Villanelle of the Day
Suzanne couldn't stop thinking about the day
Hot! It was just so dry and black
Temperatures so hot never forget the way
That morning, Suzanne was shocked by the cache
Hot! She had to calm herself with a ice sac
Suzanne couldn't stop thinking about the day
Later, Suzanne was spooked by the way
She tried to focus on a cold rack
But she could never forget the bay
Heat tried to distract her while at play
Said it was time to start thinking about a pack
Suzanne couldn't stop thinking about the day
Suzanne took action like to say
The day was becoming cool too slack
But she could never forget the bay
Suzanne nosedived like a hot way
Her mind turned into a crack
Suzanne couldn't stop thinking about the day
But she could never forget the cool breeze bay
6/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Put the headset on
adjust the boom mic
launch the software
in the manuscript write
outside of my room
lit with artificial lights
cold black night sky
over empty city now
seeking words hard
filled with many nouns
defining images sharp
that I would rather not write
motorcycles once owned
my first was small and red
oil mixed in gasoline
would only go thirty-five
took a long time
in college long ago
in winter of bitter cold
long walks or frozen rides
where ever I would go
much faster I would ride
on triumph somewhat old
a six fifty vertical twin
knobby tires wide
gas tank of mustard yellow
a bag rack of shining chrome
straight black tubing
with sharp bends
a chain that stretched
soaked in oil
at certain speeds it ran rough
setting timing switches hard
feeler gauges thin and straight
to set gaps just so right
timing was set by
turning mounting plate
under plate of chrome
held with steel screws two
a shafted triple next came
of bright blue and shining chrome
with fairing so very wide
and tall windshield
and a cargo trunk
on the rear
of bright white
and somewhat small
a nice seat
room for two
comfortable for
very long rides
times did change as always do
two wheels then became four
and room to carry
many more
looking out at cloudy sky
troubled by what once
I did ride
Can somebody please give this uber **** fuller a lyft?
alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky,
quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow -
chassis what I mean?)
As the proud graduated
honorably rolled 2009 Hyundai
Sonata vehicular property
belonging to a mister
and missus Matthew Harris
(fifty shades of gray
if that makes any difference),
I experience nervous
rack and pinion quaking
shimmying, whining, and zipping
also twittering, shuttering,
linkedin kickstarting powertrain
even before chugging,
huffing, puffing, spewing...
like magic dragon along boulevard
of broken automotive debris
regarding upcoming
emission/inspection
due before stroke of midnight
August 31st, 2019
last year this time...
aye yie yie...
oil my pan, a major overhaul
comprising driver side suspension
engendered shock,
I...could not absorb
even now, yours truly strut er ers...,
and doth recoil scary undertaking
smattering of months thereafter,
(I wheely cannot engine ear
recalling exact amount of time)
what in the name of... car nation...
then... driver side rear brake assembly
required replacement
giving said owners run off
Golden Gate Bridge for their
newfound moneyless rendered situation
(ex post facto new battery got installed)
sorry to zap at greased lightning speed
and (mane lee) take lion's share
of social security electronic deposit,
(what with fuel tank filler ups,
and insurance - no matter
Nationwide always on my side)
understandable decent folks
would prefer to steer me
off cliff side, but
my dear friend SEPTA
doth not cam into hinterland
namely Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
thus imposing prohibitive dollars
tooling them around
mainly medical appointments,
cuz at ten plus years old,
and odometer clicking away...
mechanical malfunction,
could diesel lee, axle dent tully
risk life and limb,
thus park my exhausted words
this fellow gas guzzling,
motoring, rotating tire
screeching hot rods...
ole clunker auto know,
but hates tappet cob Bosch,
and get cha piston off...,
but tread carefully,
and curry big stick shift.
A scientist tired of research
left science one night in the lab
to let it sleep for a while
in a test tube on the rack,
went happily home relieved,
inspired by the spring air spray
started writing poems next day.
The poems took geometric shapes
with stack of words arranged
as symbols of complex molecules
emanating like DNA strings
through a fissure of the mind
profoundly analytic and precise
methodically trained by science.
The words balanced sentences perfectly
and expressed the notion rationally
like the chemical reactions formulating
the idea poems wanted to prove
which surprised the poet in distress
because he thought he had left
science in the lab to sleep and rest.
Science had sleep-walked un-sighted
to his new work-place the poetry lab
poured chemicals on the deranged words
broke the displaced sentences to shards
and put the poems in acid soup,
returned to the test tube un-noticed
it dissolved in sleep and vanished.
The scientist lost his science in an instant
and the new poet his poetry nascent.
July 20, 2017.
In my grandmother's kitchen,
There are many wooden doors.
Every now and then I open the drawers
As I move utensils from this rack so open.
In my grandma's kitchen,
There is absolute abundance.
Sometimes as I dine, I fall into a trance,
While I feel gratitude for all that she's been.
In my granny's kitchen,
There are many people who come in and go.
Almost every day I wonder if they know,
Just how incredibly my granny always pitches in.
In my grandmother's kitchen,
There is always that someone cooking for me too.
As I wait patiently, I say with my heart so open,
"Thank you, granny. I love you."
Standing on the edge
?of the hill
?I believed to be the final…
?I look across the horizon—
?and I find more still.
?
?A little shaken,
?I stagger.
?I pause, and wonder…
?So there’s more?
?There’s more.
?
?Lost in thought for a while,
?though on my face remains a smile.
?My eyes wander about...
?I see the others—
?my friends, my contemporaries—
?all dash ahead,
?none bothering to turn their head.
?
?Still rooted in place,
?strength drains from me...
?Yet the race continues.
?
?Time trickles
?like water falling into an endless abyss.
?It runs off—
?without a care.
?
?I wonder… how I’ll fare.
?
?Questions flood my mind
?as I snap out of it, momentarily.
?Can I still catch up?
?Tears threaten to fall—
?but I resist.
?I keep them at bay.
?None shall cross the wall.
?
?Can I still catch up?
?Can I still catch up…?
?It echoes—
?hollow, unanswered.
?
?I struggle to breathe,
?hold my chest,
?grit my teeth.
?
?I brought this upon myself.
?I… did this.
?I know I was wrong…
?Funny—
?I knew all along.
?
?Looking at the horizon one more time,
?I ask myself:
?Did I really just watch,
?while the others became sublime?
?
?The empty horizon remains silent,
?as if confirming my line of thought.
?
?My thoughts spiral—
?unable to arrive at a conclusion.
?Still, I stare at the horizon,
?my gaze unflinching…
?like a man possessed—
?yet my eyes are filled with confusion.
?
?Questions flood my mind.
?Again, I snap out of it.
?
?Can I still catch up?
?Am I expected to accept this?
?I know it’s my fault—
?yet a strange unwillingness grows within me,
?a silent refusal.
?
?I can’t fail.
?I won’t.
?
?Strength begins to fill my legs
?as I run with wild abandon—
?no care for the bruises
?that rack up as I pick up speed.
?
?A voice resounds:
?“Stop. It’s too late already.”
?I ignore it.
?
?It repeats.
?I ignore it.
?
?“Why do you do this?
?The price is too much to bear.
?Just stop.
?Give up.
?It’s late already.”
?
?For a moment…
?I stumble.
?Doubts try to resurface.
?The pain flashes—
?new wounds appear on old ones.
?
?But I grit my teeth…
?and I run faster.
?
?I’ll win this, even if it kills me.
?I’ll win—
?even if it’s barely.
?
He was tall,
dark & handsome!
I was ready
to pay him a ransom!
I fell for
his rookie charm,
All I wanted
was to hold his arm!
So I approached him
with fear in my mind,
To my surprise,
he was super kind!
But I failed in my attempts
to recognize him then!
Why do I meet guys like him
over & over again???!!!
Sex was the only
thing that he wanted!
The lack of love in his words
made me feel unwanted!
I promise I won’t fall
for a guy again!
Before doing so,
I will surely rack my brain!
Dedicated With Love To: You Know Who
Note: This poem has been written from a girl's perspective.
What could I eat today? I wonder.
How about some kale? Suggests my roommate Under.
I’d much rather eat live mice, or an ink pen or bird pooh off a tree.
But I try not to say it, for it might seem mean of me.
I did eat it once. Accidentally and it was worse than it looks.
I know you don’t believe it, but I’d rather eat hooks.
Fish hooks, coat rack hooks, or hooks on a string.
Kale as a food is my very last thing.
Would you rather eat a nose? An ear? A baby’s bottom?
Who the heck are you? Oh….it’s my great grandma Autumn.
I’d rather eat a rat trap, a mouse nest, and a squirrel’s tale.
I’d rather eat almost anything than that horrible awful kale!
Cow Palace, on the Tucson-Nogales Highway,
famous for Hollywood stars like John Wayne.
At first, the sunset tipped its halo light, in my way,
as I tried to get a digital photograph in vain.
My Aunt drove closer, but a trucker pulled up,
then another, right into the parking lot. Seriously?
We pulled in front of him into this crazy setup.
I snapped. Inside business’ closed - flooded imperiously.
Read it has a mud floor and the calendar’s frozen
on September. The piano slowly falls apart. What
a way for a cowboy to say, “Happy Trails.” Chosen
to die with its boots on, The Cow’s tough-undercut.
Easier to photograph was Longhorn, huge rack displayed,
directly across from the slain Cow, who watches roofside.
Amado experienced a monsoon in 2018 - the Cow paid.
So much drama in the Arizona desert - nowhere to hide.
2/9/2022
Round and round it spun
Where it stops...nobody knows
Every click of the wheel my heart beat more rapid
A whole rack of items to pick from, three rows
It was mine for the taking
Click, click, click, click...it stopped
Huridly, slyly, quickly...without anyone seeing me
On "MOM" my quarter...I dropped
"We have a winner" Shouted the entrepeneur...
running the spinning wheel game
"Pick any prize" He shouted loud
That's when my surprise came
"He cheated" Yelled the woman...
With far away eyes
I seen him slide the quarter on...
After the spinning wheel dies
I got caught and I knew it
So I took off...like a bat
I had almost won the prize
If, that woman...weren't a rat
I learned me a good lesson
Not to do that...never again
I was bad and I was naughty
But honestly, I was only...but ten
At A Fair Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Julia Ward
2-20-2019