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Many are the boyhood fantasies gazing into a cozy winter's blaze,
Or watching vagabond clouds scudding on lazy summer days,
Or in deep reverie with glazed eyes holding his fishing pole,
As he idles away a summer afternoon at his favorite fishing hole!
Building myriad model airplanes from tissue paper and balsa wood,
Dreaming of becoming the ace of aces, oh, if he only could!
Lying in bed hearing the plaintive whistle of the midnight freight;
Engineering that huffing, chuffing monster - wouldn't that be great!
Yearning desperately be a gallant soldier defending his nation.
Maybe even becoming a famous general receiving great adulation.
Perhaps a humble pastor ministering to his beloved flock,
Or a famous scientist finding cures for rare diseases to unlock!
Oh, to become a winning Indy five-hundred mile race driver,
Or explore the ocean depths as a daring deep-sea diver.
"Do you suppose", he muses, "that I could become a movie star,
Or strum my way to fame and fortune on the classical guitar?"
A notion is joining the circus to become a trainer of wild beasts.
Possibly a renowned chef preparing tasty delights for exotic feasts.
Ah, so many things he aspires as he ponders his many visions!
Dream on lad - you've plenty of time for weighing your decisions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The Philosopher
He lives in a world without a world. He has only his universe in his mind
Contemplation, analysis, and meditation on life. He is alone – an objective
His mind is like a top lens, an analyzer laboratory, an ultra-sensorial scientist
Different from the humans’. His life is separated from the general being and life
Just live alone. Happy suffering loneliness. How can he live clearly with love?
It is not possible. Just watching the world, life, and the phenomena. It is possible
The philosopher walks in life, in the world, in his paths, in the woods’ paths
Contemplations, feelings of this life. Greatest, not a human like. Musings
Poor life, pure life. A philosopher has an unlucky and despised life. Victim soul
The philosopher sitting in life, in the world. The observed life runs before him
In his life, no luxury, no glittering. Motionless active contemplation is the reality
Time is one. No past, no future, no present. Just the time. The timeless time
Time without time. In the mind of the philosopher. Motionless observation
This is a special life, lifestyle. Like the gray bird. I call for that. The egret
But some are white. I just saw a few in the Welsh Harp. Loved this place
Philosopher
Restless Solitude
Philosopher
Lonely bird
Philosopher
Soaring Eagly
Philosopher
Lover gray bird
Philosopher
Illusion
7 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW
There were 7 little field mice;
Living in the field;
One mouse cried;
It’s cold outside;
So pack of six;
Nibbled at the corner of the house;
And that is how the seven got inside;
But alas one mouse died;
Ate some great tasting D-con;
Seven went in the house,
So now there’s six;
There were 6 little field mouse;
In this nice house;
You see it’s cold outside;
Wow!! The furnace is running;
House is clean but there’s some crumbs up under;
In back of the refrigerator some bread crumbs;
And under the sink some water to drink;
Oh, Oh there’s a mouse trap
“S N A P”
There goes Fred;
Guess, He’s dead, dummy nibble on the trap
Set off the bar, down on his head
Yeah! He’s DEAD Freddie’s dead
If there are mice in heaven in the skies;
Guess, we’ll see him later when we die;
Now there’s five
So four little mice in the house;
Benny ate a hole in the bed;
The mattress taste great;
But he got a stomach ache
He choked on cotton, that’s the end of him;
So now he to is dead leaving only three;
Three little mice in the house;
Played tagged running around zig-zag;
Came out of the wall;
And saw Paul being eaten by a big-fury cat
And now there’s only two mice left;
And to think they were 7 little field mouse;
Snuck into the house;
Only because it’s was cold outside;
Also the furnace is running;
And in the nooks and cranny's plenty of food and trash to nibble on;
Well now there are only 2 mice left;
But little did they know;
They too must go;
For you see the home owner’s a MAD SCIENTIST
Alas!!! Where the 2 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW
11/7/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Insecurity is an invisible boogeyman
Hiding in the closet waiting for the lights to go out
When you lay in bed you replay every word
And it's absurd how embarrassed you might feel
There were missed opportunities
And times you probably went overboard
Was your hair out of place or perfectly neat
Did your clothes have any odd stains you missed
You obsess over micro details like a scientist
And every imperfection makes you cringe
And yet you never stop to realize
You're the not the only one doing this
You never stop and think others worry
Just as much as you do
And you shouldn't worry what other people think of you
Because nobody ever thinks of you
We're all too busy caught up in our own heads
To simply enjoy the moment laid out before us
So you birth your own demons the more you worry
It's best to relax and take a deep breath
From the memoirs
he smiled
laughing evil
might his cohorts
agree
an evil smile
upon his burlapped
face he opened
his eyes to see
he offered
Crabgrass and Brier wreaths
with ragweed pollen as gifts
I am the Scarecrow
With evil presence far
beyond the stories and myths
Gothic glory
I dwell in dark shadows
owls will who
Crows will squark
and buzzards will
Claim there meal
I the Scarecrow
A doomy sight
To curse the choriers
In the gardens
and feilds
Evil am I
Of Satan I am
Sorcerer's due reveal
The feathers of vultures
Ragweed plants
and
Sticker briers
I am comprised. Of
The sports of ancient evil men
A stone for a heart
I am the
Scarecrow
Who sacred men
Has stoned
A moan to greet
And fishes meat
Is my only skin
The scarecrow
The
Scarecrow
Haunts the night
And all who's
Evil is his friend!
Ha,
Ha,
Ha!
(The evil laugh)
The Scarecrow was bought to life by a evil scientist who
tricked a priest to pray over his wine bottle. It was filled with rats blood and kryptonite.
Laughing Evil , The betrayal of God by Mizzy Mosstium.
An evil presence filled the room as parishes began to pray.
He paid his thithes with pallidoum. And prayed the flock would stray. He poured evil upon me, which caused the crows to sing. And those rose the Scarecrow the evilist of
all things!
THE EIGHTH SILENCE
Seven times
he called me son.
Once,
he did not.
A king left his throne
and went deep inside
for a poor woman
who had only said,
“No.”
One chromosome
less—
and somewhere
a scientist was born.
At the height of being worthy,
the attraction was gone.
To see her
became more
than intercourse.
One kept seeing—
until he was in prison.
A candle flame
never knew the stainless-steel spoon.
He searches always
for his desirable thing.
The object.
The light.
The electricity.
The enormous water
held inside the dam.
Raw.
And then—
On Faith
Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
not to be analysed, not to be judged yet distinct.
Life - plant stands erect with Faith as its firm root
to yield ‘Inspiration’ and ‘Expectation’ as flower and fruit.
Doctor holds Faith on life to start from first breath
to continue and last till last breath ending in death.
About life children believe to feel free and tell
‘All day long to play, dance, sing or to listen to tale.’
Young guys have faith on life to observe
as ‘ Love is Life’ and ‘Life is Love.’
In query of life to guy below poverty line :
His Faith rolls in struggle to arrange lunch and to dine.
Political leader believes life dependent on public mass.
Drunkard believes life to cycle around wine glass.
‘ Idea about life ?’ When questioned to an Architect
Answer came as ‘ From master plan not to deviate.’
Intense difficult question as asked to a Scientist
Reply from Faith comes ‘ Search and research to clear mist.’
Intrinsic query on Life to a Mathematician
deals with Faith on analytic approach and calculation.
Experiences about Life as asked to an old person
Answer from his belief ‘ Meaningless ! All achievements are gone !’
‘ How to illuminate life ? ‘ asked to a saint praying to Lord
His Faith declares‘ Humble life comes from Divinity ending in God.’
Faith running, rushing, rolling, rippling , propagating
Absolute no need of explaining or investigating.
Eternal Faith pulsating in every human breath.
Amazing maze of life, amusing musing on Faith.
A breath soft cinnamon is early
S p r i n g
not perceived at any other time of year
when two tweeny caterpillars cling dear
to one dandelion stalk sublime —
Shy LimeLight of green opens its legs
across yellow field — no scientist can
capture such subtle sheen
daisy clean
Heart feels its mighty loom alright …
It waits tentative as pink buds peep
from cacti who were in soundless
S l e e p —
Acacia stops shedding bare brown
splints — fresh mint bleeping
Noon arrives sooner sprinkling spritely
misty loss as Winter N o r t h w a r d
farewells
goodbye to woollen socks —
lullabies fade beneath mustard mohair docks
…
Southern Spring bells with clocks
C h a n t i n g
Chiming unlock
Discrimination
Knowledge is power, know your history,
Study his story or her story.
Whichever you favour, to choose your reaction,
For illumination, learn about the history of your nation.
For history repeats itself,
So make a change, to help yourself.
Learn what made you, the person you are.
Know your roots, before planting your seed,
Don't let your mistakes, line your history.
Affirmative action will set you free, to ignore the bigotry.
The Afro-American struggle, has similarities with your own;
Surely you too, have been persecuted by someone.
Sure maybe on a different scale,
But still persecuted, like the feminist females.
Still, treated differently
Because of their thoughts of you.
Their opinion of how you look,
Or what they see you do.
Surely they've closed the door to you too?
And sent you away,
Before hearing your words?
Simply because of the way,
You are perceived to be.
It may have even lead you,
To question the person they see.
They judge you with their power,
Without even knowing you;
But even Einstein looked stupid,
With his mad scientist hairdo.
So follow what you believe, you can really do,
Don't quit because they say,
You can't do the things you wish to.
Prove them wrong, prove yourself right.
Never let them overcome your struggle,
Because nothing good comes easy,
There is always a price.
So is it worth the fight?
The hardest fight you'll have
Is with the demons inside you,
But when you've conquered your inner demons,
Nothing in this world will be able to stop you.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I am just lying around she says
After I get to know her better
I realize she is always lying
around the water cooler
around the lunch room
around the new teachers
around the old teachers
Lying around is what she does best
So when she says it now
I smirk and I am not the only one.
Three or four of us have caught on now.
I notice none of us stay when she begins her tales.
She is the best rocket scientist east of the Mississippi.
She saved her neighbors' lives, but when we get down to it, she didn't.
She is always the heroine in every story we hear while she is lying around.
Others will soon figure it out
Lying around catches up with
you eventually no matter when you do it.
or where...around the lunchroom, or the oldies or the newbies.
Watch for the smirks.