Long Sheeting Poems
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STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement,
specially that of common domestic
farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering
~
Excrement, especially that of common domestic
Droppings, stepping in and on that stuff
muck droppings dung compost
guano ordure excrement
cowpats cow chips cowplop maul mulch
horse apples, buffalo chips, meadow muffins, dressing humus
Peat top-dressing enricher potash marl nourishment
~
ooH! toad juice, bone meal,
peat moss bonemeal fishmeal blood, fish, and bone
La dung ordure
Excreta scat poop dropping waste slops
Odor soil poo dirt turd guano feculence
Egesta doo doody log ejecta ejectamenta doo-doo
Night soil faecal matter, boo-boo, droppings, muck stool
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Defecation excretion stools fecal matter mess turds waste matter discharge
That jusz ain't cool
Caca body waste secretion, cack motion whoopsies, filth kak
Cowpats sewage doings jobbies evacuation number two
Urined cowplop, black water fertiliser, cow chips, meadow muffin cow pies horse apples go to the bathroom
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BM flux, jobbie pooh, whoopsie jakes bowel movement, chips perspiration Creatinine sullage sweat big jobs bodily waste
Deuce compost slurry gobar animal excrement pigeon droppings poo-poo
Protective covering mulch bark compost covering insulation leaves
Organic matter peat plastic sheeting protection litter straw
Babies dirty diapers mommie Bobbie made a poo-poo
9/7/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Outside my windows is sheeting rain,
Yet inside I wallow in pain.
The grey silk curtains hang on their rod so still,
As I place my head upon the windowsill.
If only the sun would shine for only a moment,
If only my poor heart could make atonement.
Is my only sin loving you,
Is there any level of torture I haven't been through?
Where are you while I am here,
Where are you, not here to pull me near.
I would cry but my tears have all passed away,
This pain sadly is here to stay.
I have done my pennance ten fold,
When will this misery relinquish its hold.
What do people see,
When they look at me?
Is all they see of me is my wretched soul,
This pitiful shriveled that has grown cold?
If I could put you in a bottle and sit you upon my shelf,
Where I could keep you forever all to myself.
When the clouds finally do part,
Please remember you will always have the key to my heart.
without-
the waning sun
warms my face
shalom cloaks
the wells within
with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
the horizon appears
distinct in my mind's eye
on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface-
words unerased
the image fades
huddled together
from the sheeting rain
the unbrellas mob the hearse-
then in twos
slowly separate
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
the diary
fell
pages scattered the floor
memories lie
just out of reach
chill breath
of dawn lights
upon my window-pane
nighttime's promises
freeze into crystal
above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves
november the fifth-
layered rolls of liquid fog
envelope the bonfire-
the party becomes a
damp squib
a single owl screech
breaks the silent
November night-
the Hunters moon
waxes blue
Summer,past its best,
pampas reaching heavenward,
trees about to rest-
Japanese anemone
as far as my eye can see
hanging from the trees
winter fog welcomes the dawn
and obscures the light--
cobwebs shimmer
necklaced to the hedge
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
bucking, straining, fighting the reins
snorting, cavorting, brassy and loud
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
rambunctious colt, kicks loose the drain
landscape obscured, wrapped in a shroud
water is sheeting, down to the plains
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
paired but untamed, neither is cowed
rider gets thrown, back on again
headstrong, stubborn meets angry and proud
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 05/05/2022