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Alfred getting old
Alfred, the violinist had some setbacks
he fell in love with a woman of high culture and rich,
Alfred moved in with her as she also had a piano
which Alfred loved. He played Chopin and another semi
popular tunes, so engrossed he was that he didn't notice
she was tired of him and told him to leave.
It was shocking for poor Alfred who without arguments
left with his violin.
He used to have a small room at a rundown hotel, but
It was occupied by some other loser, so he slept on
Aa park bench, had a wash at a river nearby where he also
washed his clothes.
One night when he slept he was assaulted and his dear
The instrument was stolen now he had nothing.
Alfred was depressed, but not for long, a woman who, had
A café nearby gave him food and shelter in a shed she had
At the bottom of her garden, she also ironed his clothes.
The police who liked Alfred he was always polite, caught
The thieves and he was back in business.
He became a fixture of the town playing his music
at street corners and was much missed when he drowned
washing his feet in the town’s ornamental pool.
A kaleidoscope
Of disturbing and enigmatic images
Flash now before my mind’s eye.
A cerebral menagerie,
Painted from long forgotten memories
That were tucked secretly away
In the back corner of my mental studio,
Are now being displayed
in my mind's personal gallery.
Shocking reminders of youth;
Blood red canvases
Depicting moments of cruelty and neglect,
Abstract images of confusion and loneliness
Various black and white photos
Of heart ache and pain
Are now arranged
in a horrific collage of misery before me.
An unscheduled showing,
To remind me of what I fought so hard to forget
And put behind me.
But as I reflect
And now admire the perplexing and unsettling collection
Laid out before me
I realize how I have successfully outran my past
I have painted a new life
Full of beautiful lines and brilliant colors
And now I find comfort within myself
As I now let my life reflect
The art my heart now produces.
Form:
Seldom am I home;
Always alone;
Jesus calls me;
I never pick up the phone;
He's calling me;
I refuse to be;
I won't acknowledge Him;
Wooh oh, JESUS IS CALLING-KNOCKING AT THE HEART OF MY DOOR-
I need to stop resisting Him open up and answer so that I may go, go home;
And yet I've been ignoring Him;
Over and Over, again and again;
knock, knock, knock
Jesus at my heart;
Knocking at the door for me to open;
I just stand there;
I just ignore Him, in a glaze I stare as;
Wooh oh, JESUS IS CALLING-KNOCKING AT THE HEART OF MY DOOR-
I need to stop resisting Him open up and answer so that I may go, go home;
My heart is crying;
I am alone;
Always alone;
I never open my hearts door;
Nor do I answer the phone;
Jesus is calling
Jesus is knocking
And what's so shocking is I leave Him;
And yet He's always--here
Wooh oh, JESUS IS CALLING-KNOCKING AT THE HEART OF MY DOOR-
I need to stop resisting Him open up and answer so that I may go, go home;
1/8/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
About Fear
Fear is a horrid emotion that makes one attentive at once,
whilst shocking the heart to beat hard—fast and faster!
It causes an ill-feeling and a sense of terrible foreboding,
which can instantly provoke some unintended responses.
Fear has its own unique spirit that can paralyze us cold,
whilst clouding our judgment and inciting a raw rage.
It has that lurking quality in the shadows of the mind,
that can spark moments of terror and abject uncertainty.
Fear possesses a ghastly aura that shows no mercy and
can engulf and literally devour the depths of one’s soul.
The only solution, if indeed there is one, is to resist fear’s
evil to the uttermost before your soul is destroyed forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 28, 2018 (Couplet)
As a regular unleaded gaseous,
(i.e. papa's seminal afterthought)
begat male genetically wrought,
I valued myself as naught
with abilities pegged
at being average,
yours truly sought
to camouflage himself
ducked as if a scared mandrake,
and/or, who oft times
didst cower, and shrink wrought
mine puny body
into an homunculus, methought
to imagine myself
as an invisible boy, when cornered
and nearly caught
as dead meat, (especially
when threatened by bullies,
brandishing their taut
fists, this then wimpy
kid never fought
peers that seemed big
as a dreadnaught),
essentially, I wished tubby
totally tubular nonexistent,
and as a poor substitute wrought
natural inclination took root
re: blend with background,
sans wallflower, nee weekly fought
the irresistible urge
to begone, what meth
hood would make
Matthew Scott Harris
permanently vamoose, hmm...
how to stop breath,
thus hit on what seemed
timely novel idea,
without asking Seth
Thomas, viz lit up, asper
starving body to death
hence final solution,
would put to rest,
and terminate subsequent cruel
shocking one after another
electric kool aid acid test
solely predicated on feeling
insignificant at best
basically a sense of resignation
lacking any outstanding trait, lest
you count picking nose,
where underneath desk collected nest
of buggars, thru deep digging,
but never finding gold,
via nasal passage quest,
hence reiterating existential theme,
aye felt no good
even as a nobody,
but more akin
to an unwanted guest
secretly embarking on a
deadly mission fed in part
by lacking athletic skills,
particularly addressed
when sporting rough
necked bruisers oppressed
to destroy any vestige
of self worth, this former
pint size lad,
who lastly mentioned hapt tubby,
the but of every jest.
Round eyed cat studies the merits of the day
Meanders through a labyrinth of thorny grass
Four legged wildebeest never knew what hit it
The water is so cool and refreshing by the by
Heads hang low over the over populated location
An oasis in a vast jungle of limited mobility
The beast takes a humble sip in mixed company
With terrified flamingos, witnesses, birds with feathers
Still intact, at rest, but in fear for what comes next
Many species bow as if in prayer when tiger attacks
Teeth sink into the neck with shocking precision
Crocodiles count their blessings
Pink birds flap away in a panic as claws dig deeper
Spider monkeys scratch themselves in private places
Without thinking twice, they are afraid to drink
And make perfect O shapes with skinny lips
Howling, running in circles, frantic with hysteria
Their only friend
I am not talking about color
By the way any color can be dark
Including white, that's right
Darkness can mean horror
Death, cruelty, murder, violence
Chaos, evil, Satan and intolerance
Brutality is a form of darkness
Racism is a form of darkness
Deceit is a form of darkness
Invasion is a form of darkness
Darkness does not happen only at night
Darkness can occur under the light
Of the day, when the sun is shining
The parrots talk and sing
Parrots are birds too
And pirates were never good
People, but crazy fools
Who use all types of tools
To attack and kill for food
Fortune and gold. They sue
For no reasons, because they lie
Like frying oil and they will get by
By any means necessary
They're no different than brutal offenders
They are violent insurgents and vile rioters
Darkness comes at anytime
Darkness is a serious crime
I see real darkness live on TV
Where darkness destroys liberty
Spits and soils the constitution
No, that was not a revolution
That was a modern coup d'état
That was the invasion of darkness
I saw weeping, with my eyes, America
The Beautiful. That was a disgrace
Many people wept and I wept too
That was shocking, crazy and new
I saw horror and darkness
That was an abhorrent mess
Darkness under the Capitol's light
Has nothing to do with black and white
Greed is a terrible cancer
Racism is a hateful danger
Darkness has no fear for the sun
Darkness fears no laws and no one.
Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
LIFE AS A NEW YORK FASHION COLORIST
Color forecast, by Knit Fabric Fashion Colorist’s,
have to be designed years before, every season.
Richly textured yarns have to be created.
Fabrics knitted, then with new colors dyed,
all this … years before colorful fashions hit the market.
Each season, by color trends … all are led.
When should colors be …
custom, muted, or bright?
Custom colors created for
hippie designers,.
Sizzling Shocking,,Psychedelic
Snazzy reflective shades?
Almost be struck blind, hues so bright!
A downward trend in world affairs, demands
more muted colors.
Who would guess we ourselves colorful Colorist’s,
better not miss the mark in this regard.
Muted Green,Teal, Magenta, Gold.
Colors support a … somber mood.
When predicting healthy economy,
colors must, reflect a sparkling positive future.
Will colors be …
Brilliant and elegantly bright?
Or softly, sweetly pastel elegance?
but must forecast … healthy economy
These colors must be clean,
Fresh, Pure hues always bright
and Colorful
Lime Green, Turquoise, Hot Pink,
Lemon Yellow. etc.
Colorful colors fostered a … happy mental mood.
Friends, our Heavenly Father
is the greatest Colorist!
Observe Creation.
Soft Peach, Pink colors of sunrise,
Vibrant Oranges of sunsets.
We humans live surrounded by God’s colorful colors
I thank God f
for my career forecasting and designing colors,
Most of all thank him we humans can enjoy colors.
by how magnificently
He made our eyes
Sept. 3, 2023
I could find my child, who's a butterfly lover,
Often bunking school granting many a reason;
Knowing her mad love, over the air to hover,
I allowed her to continue with no treason...
Having decided to find the reason from her
When, finally, persuaded her to open up;
Observing sage-like silence and eyes with no blur,
She blushed as though there's a tempest in her teacup...
Pleasing, easing, teasing, tiring, tempting, mocking,
Persuading, convincing, coercing, smooth-talking;
Silver-tongued sweet words on her slowly showering,
Ultimately, she spoke up as though rock-shocking...
Does schooling teach one to fly like a butterfly?
Does butterfly, in a school, ever long-time lie?
05 July 2021
Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Those scientists, they have no clue
I’m doing what they will not do
I’m gonna scramble nature just for you
My cat’s mixed with a chicken
And it isn’t finger lickin
But now my cat goes cock-a-doodle-doo
I took a bold and risky leap
Stirred up a kangaroo and sheep
Good luck sorting that out Miss Bo Peep
But when you take a sheep or two
And mix them with a kangaroo
You make a lovely woolly jumper too
My dog’s mixed with a garden snail
So now my dog can catch it’s tail
The crocodile was added for a lark
The postman isn’t happy
’cause my crocapoo is snappy
And now his bite is far worse than his bark
Rotors stuck on elephants
Although there’s little evidence
Seemed to be a clever thing to do
You’ll need an iron brolly
Which will cost a lot of lolly
If an Elecopter does a massive poo
The whales they are not suited
To our seas that are polluted
So I lassoed a giraffe with an old rope
I mixed it with a great big whale
So now between its head and tail
The whale has got a built in periscope
The lawmen just came knocking
And they said my work was shocking
They brought a scientist who said Tut-tut
These creatures you’ve amended
Simply cannot be commended
So, did somebody mix you with a nut?