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Marigold
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
Remembering many lavender, silent protons
The moon-flower laughed
I am shorn of their handicraft
I awoke and flung spikes of the cactus
Remembering many grand flora, ferny embroiderers
And so you came gently purring along the grasses
Still is whirring, still is whirring
As of someone gently transferring, transferring
I heard a verbatim, muffled obtaining
And the hollyhocks never cottoning
Much I marveled the bamboo foxglove
As crab grass pushes and shoves
Deep into that darkness sewing
I felt compelled to sniff the mallows
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
As the breeze through leaves against the- - -
Marigolds
4/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
The dark shadows flicker, hapless waves crash —
against the abyss a lover’s hopes dash.
Latter years, melancholic, dressed in black,
arrival of the vampire’s curse - I’m back.
A Victorian castle with misdeeds.
I sweep the grounds. Small feet kick away weeds.
An imposing door knocker — my heart beats
stealing my breath...I faint as the door cheats,
opening by itself — wispy fingers,
like frost outside the house, the chill lingers.
Awaking to old decrepit beauty —
timbre of a music box on duty.
I pry at doors, webbed windows — none will jar.
I’m locked in with whispers and dust...no stars.
A heavy painting with traversing eyes
further freezes my blood — he resents goodbyes.
I know this, but why? Why?! Wind from the cliff —
I’m screaming...falling. Those ghostly fangs stiff.
Reminded, I trek up the long staircase.
It’s intrical railing like woven lace.
Hypnotic melody — the lover’s bait.
Face of gloom — at the precipice, he waits.
He sinks his lusty teeth into my neck,
throws me down frightful stairs. I’m at his beck
and call — his revenge for forsaken love.
Each night we kiss at the cliff and he shoves.
This castle of curses and vengeful ghosts.
Ever dusk to dawn, it’s nightmare I host.
8/15/2018
2nd place/multiple placements
Sponsor - Dear Heart
Contest - The Haunted House
Tribute to t.v. show Dark Shadows
My love, I'm always the same man hanged by your rhymes like by a rope,
the lover who vomits poetry from his mouth like a sweet and bitter poison,
the one who will treat you with extreme hatred like the civilization trampling my nature underfoot,
raiding through my interior forests where wolves still howl at the full moon.
I erupt from night all my abyss that rhymes by itself like a broken bell,
my dream is an open wound that bleeds metaphors on the pillow where I sleep with my eyes open,
the spark that no longer illuminates beneath my bare and shiny bald head like a skull,
except for horse hooves sparking among stars like sparks of cosmic madness.
The dull clarity of morning I can no longer describe with my dead writing hand,
because it died on me in life like an unborn child falling from the womb of time,
and my bare-naked head so intensely polluted with dirty thoughts like night moths,
with my reason completely wrung of dandruff like by a disease that eats the brain.
My love, I'm always the same man who repeats himself like a scratched record on a phonograph,
the lover thoroughly hanged by rhymes that keep him alive and dead at the same time,
the one who raids modern civilization through nature like an elegantly dressed barbarian,
erupting your abyss from night that rhymes even with your cold marble silence.
My dream is an extinguished spark beneath baldness that only illuminates in memories,
horse hooves spark among stars like punctuation marks on the black sky,
the dull clarity of morning is too clear for my eyes blinded by so much crude clarity,
because my writing hand died on me in life and now I write with its pale ghost.
My bare-naked head so intensely polluted with modern civilization injected in my veins,
with reason wrung of dandruff like a wet rag from which dead logic drips,
the vomit I wouldn't want to escape from sometimes like a lover who poisons me,
until he shoves them in, my unfortunate sclerotic brain, all the normal minds into my head!
All but really all the ty thoughts directly into my skull full of garbage,
my love, I'm always the same poet hanged by rhymes that keep me alive like a gallows,
the lover who hates you with extreme love like a civilization that's collapsing,
raiding your nature through my abyss that rhymes by itself in complete darkness.
SUN DAY
A
Sun Day
Beautiful
A Pick Me Up
I Sip On My Cup
Suddenly Clouds Appear
Rain Splashes Like Spit On Glass
HailThundersAndHitsTheEarthHard
I Cower
At This Sudden Display
My Thoughts Dampened By Catastrophe
my coffee cup tReMbLeS upon table
brown and creamy waves
lap over the edge
asuddenchill
IMNOTALONE!
a flurry of silver
angels wings like birds
Am I In The Center
ofthestorm
centrifugal force
shoves me to the side
like an amusement park ride
i come crashing down
my hand pushes
against my cup
sPiLLinG
the remainder of its contents
onto a pure white page
I laugh
my imagination sure took a spin
i gaze out the glass
at the gathering clouds
the alarm goes off
did i oversleep
the wind picks up speed
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NIGHTMARE NEVER END
my pen feverish
red ink
sleep
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8/23/2017
With a load of worries on your shoulders
You dolefully trudge on your path of life
Evading any ditches or impeding boulders
craving for a life free of stress and strife.
But then someone cuts right in front of you
Shoves his faith in your face and his views
And wouldn't let you be even on cue,
Sadly but the pestering just continues.
And for the fact, since the beginning of time
Priests and politicians have come and gone,
Yet mankind has kept on with his crime
So why not leave politics and religion alone?
That’s when I go crazy with a machete,
Hold me tight for I can’t stand steady,
Like to shred those goons like spaghetti...
Ha, I am shuddering with rage already!
~11/08/17
~Judgmental People and Haters
contest by Brenda Chiri
No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..
Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his own homegrown perverse.. with only himself will converse..no fretting..go getting…record setting universe..
Now has outshone and outdone..shoves show pony Dhoni.. as the Indian man alright talisman with the gloves everybody loves with the most tons..holy moly..more three figures scores on England tours than the folklore of before..Sunny and Kohli..
Records splattered shattered..gallivanting Pant parade..cascade and cavalcade …flattered .. Rishab paddled..bowlers addled and raddled..skedaddled
Ignore any naysayer…prime sublime Pantomimes…haymaker…cocktail shaker…p**s taker…tik tok peacocker..run for fun maker…cool cat with the bat..almost indecent crimes..the Indian’s best test player and slayer of recent times..
Laughter will hunger for your mouth
On mornings that break ominous,
Though the cold shoulder from above
Shoves from view all that’s luminous.
When breezes wheeze, die in your hair,
Laughter will hunger for your mouth.
Rheumatic boughs point at Sol’s lair,
Where rays wait like a virgin dove.
Daydreams may furl their wings and pout,
And song wither in every throat,
Laughter will hunger for your mouth,
When twilight hoists colors afloat.
The promise by today unkept
Returns to mirthless angels rout.
Long as the last tear is unwept,
Laughter will hunger for your mouth.
WHOSE THE HATERS
Where have all those haters gone
Those ones on social media
Where have all the haters gone
Those who criticize my religion
Who are all those haters
Who hate me for the color of my skin
And where are those haters
That did associate with me
And whose reality do I believe
Where are the haters
Who kills me with their words
Who shoves my heart, throws it on the floor
Who talks badly bout' the new school girl
Who makes fun of the small boy
Whose not so good in sports
Who is the girl whose bulimic
Your never chosen by the boys your to skinny
Who are all those haters, you laugh at my name
I've forgiven you once now your ashamed, whose the hater now?
1/4/18
Science is a staid professor with wild hair
In an unkempt white lab coat stained with grease
From a hamburger he ate without tasting
Science is searching for his own truth.
Throwing other theories out to hither and yon
Insisting on his own ways; wanting some credit.
Science is not for our kind;
Too high brow for us, my darling.
Stick with your gardening; you can plant carrots.
Sure you can prance optimistically into a lab
And give science your ideas
But they are worthless.
When Science shoves them back into your face
or stuffs them into a test tube and dashes it to the floor
Then will you come back readily to sling some hash?
The only science worth studying is astronomy
And there is no money in it. It is not for people like us.
We are sandwich makers, honey.
Now get your ass off of that cloud
and come back down here where we belong.
Hiding our dreams and aspirations in our stained aprons.
She pretends it’s no big deal
She wants to speak, you know
Just trivial things, no big reveal
But today is a day to tiptoe
He pretends she’s no good anyway
She’s really just too much though
She is a silly goose every day
But today is a day to tiptoe
She pretends to be just friends
Although this crush just won’t go
She senses his shifts and trends
So she knows today is a day to tiptoe
He pretends nothing should be said
As though his feelings shouldn’t show
For him it is safer to tread
So he knows today is a day to tiptoe
She pretends that his handsome face
Doesn’t affect her at the show
She shoves it down with a little grace
For today is a day to tiptoe
He pretends it is better to be without
Affairs of the heart just cause woe
Being busy is a much safer route
For today is a day to tiptoe