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Bells ring through the dusk, soft and low.
Smokey eyes narrow.
Sultry pout on her lips.
Wrapped in black lace and chiffon,
she twirls in graceful circles.
Violin strums through the twilight, soft and low.
Black-shaded eyes dart.
Lips part ever so slightly.
Silver feathers cascade from her hair.
Arms open to the onyx sky.
Witchy apparition
that used to be a lady
sways on.
Breezy is the eve, song murmurs
from the deep.
A man in a fedora with a smooth walking stick
sees her through the looking glass,
reaches out.
Fingers slip through a reviled hallucination.
She morphs into a silken raven.
Head bowed in supplication,
he is besieged by an invulnerable force.
He refuses to abjure his hope that he can hold her.
A tambourine jingles lightly in her hand, soft and low.
She twirls away.
A disintegrated mirage.
Tear slides from his eye.
The music disappears.
Blinded by his sorrow,
he walks away from the glass, now stained.
WISDOM OF OZ/Words/
THEY CALLED HIM THE WISDOM OF OZ/A BALLER, BANGER/ WITH A WIDE RANGE OF KNOWLEDGE
INTO THE STREET LIFE OF PIMPIN’,LOAN SHARKING, SHAKE DOWN’S,GRAB –N-SNACH/ DON’T LEAVE YOUR DAUGHTER’S ON THE STUP MAN/ THE WIZDOM OF OZ WILL TAKE ‘EM/TURN ‘EM OUT/AND HAVE THEM ON THE BLOCK THE NEXT DAY/ HE WAS A SLICK HUSTLER/ HIS UNCLE SMOKEY TOUGHT HIM HOW TO BE THAT WAY/WHEN THE DARK NITE WOULD FALL UPON ALL THE BOROUGs IN THE BIG CITY/HE WOULD LAUNCH HIM SELF/ He Called himself THE MID-NITE MISSILE OF HUSTLE OF SWITCH –N-BAIT THROUGH OUT THE FIVE BOROUGHS OF NEW YORK AND UP STATE/BUT DIG/ONE DAY WHILE LISTENING TO A STRIP CLUB SOUND TRACK IN HIS HEAD/ HE REALIZED THE ULTIMATE TAKE DOWN ON SOCIETY WAS IN HACKING AND JACKING THE TECHNOLOGY OF THE DAY/ MAN TABLET’S, IPAD’S,IPHONE’S,LAPTOP’S/WITH HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF THEASE DEVICES RIDING THE NEW YORK SUBWAY EACH DAY/ WHY THE ULTIMATE HUSTLE /WITH BIG TIME DEVICE COMPANIES HYPING UP THEIR PRODUCT TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC/ THAT THEY CAN OWN WITH CONFIDENCE AND KNOW THAT THERE PRIVACY WILL BE PROTECTED IN SOME KIND OF WAY/ WAS THE FALSE FRONT THE WISDOM OF OZ NEEDED TO RUN HIS GAME DOWN/EVERY WHERE YOU LOOKED/
FROM MANHATTAN TO THE BRONX TO STANTAN ISLAND AND QUEENS/TO STANDING IN LINE or BUYING A PAIR OF JEANS/ THE MASSES OF PEOPLE WOULD BE WALKIN’-N-TALKIN’ AND NOT AWARE OF WHERE THAY WERE A OR WHO THEY WALK INTO/
Life with Smokey was never dull.
He was fun and adventure,
It just never lulled.
So quiet and regal he seemed to be,
So dignified,
That you just couldn't see,
The rascal there in the heart of that cat.
He seemed so gentle,
Who'd have guessed that,
He was King of the Thieves with fresh sea food around.
A varlet, a knave,
His vices abound.
He climbed in the fridge for the fresh crab meat there,
And when one fell out,
It gave him a scare;
For it still was alive and it scurried away,
With Smokey behind it,
"Oh good, now we'll play."
"I'll swat it about until it just dies."
But the crab grabbed his paw,
And we ran to his cries.
Daddy grabbed up the crab and put it right back.
Then he gave him the fish,
He'd remembered to pack;
So Smokey could have his treat as before,
Not caught this time,
But bought at the store.
I eat "Ice Cream Castles" from the air
Now there are no clouds anywhere
The Ice King sits upon his Throne
No Queen for him he's all alone
Within blue skies the world is clear
I stretch my hand to bring him near
Climbing upward on a "Ferris Wheel"
From luscious lips a kiss to steal
He looks on Earth to find a bride
Each girl he has kissed has sadly died
We know love, from "both sides now"
A pleasured moment a broken vow
Sad and smokey tortured eyes
Within metal cocoon we try to rise
His lips so cold my warmth is stole
He must find one to quench his soul
As the wheels turns, we both shall fall
We want everything but can't have it all
The ride is over the game is done
I can't share our story with anyone
He is a man and has his needs
On others warmth is how he feeds
The Castle crumbles clouds back in the air
I dream my dreams I can still smell his hair
Lonely is the path some lovers choose
I sit with red wine and sing my blues
Within the cold there is desire
He seeks a woman with ample fire
As smoke dances on thickened air
I love a lover who isn't there
My First poem is Empty Castles, written on July 20, 2014.
It was a tribute to Joni Mitchell's. Her song "Both Sides Now"
was part of the inspiration. Words from her song are in quotes.
I wrote it after looking at a self portrait she painted.
I chose to write it in a female voice.
My second poem is Ice king, written For SKAT July 28, 2013.
The third and forth line of each stanza are from this poem.
This poem is for Craig Cornish's; Intermingle Contest.
I was six and in first grade,
When my teacher came to visit.
I hung around the house that day,
'Cause I didn't want to miss it.
Miss Henderson was very nice,
And her rule number one,
Was to get to know each pupil,
To know us one on one.
She followed Mom into the house,
Being polite and proper.
Mama set out tea and cakes,
And told me not to bother.
She wanted things to be just right,
To make a good impression.
She wanted to discuss with her,
My manners and my lessons.
Before she left my mom gave her,
A tour about the house.
They visited the garden,
Where Smokey caught a mouse.
He looked up and saw me,
And brought it straight to me.
He stood there with it in his mouth,
And eyed me carefully.
Then he dropped it at my feet.
It scurried fast away.
It ran across the teacher's foot,
She yelped and jumped away.
Smokey ran and got the mouse,
And brought it back alive.
"One more time." he seemed to say,
The teacher nearly died.
"He's brought it back! Oh sakes alive!
Lets go back in the house!"
"Don't be afraid' , I said to her,
'He's teaching me to mouse."
Mama laughed out loud at that,
The teacher was averse.
"Do they always play like that?"
"Oh no, sometimes it's worse."
Sweet sensual her name is “Lavender”
She is lavender, a scent that heals majorly
Treating anxiety, insomnia,
Lavender she is my Holy herb
Mine sweet floral scent
She’s to believe to be native to the Mediterranean, the Middle East
She’s mine ever sweet
So such a delicate, smell that is floral,
Also she’s mine herbal, evergreen woodsy queen at the same time.
She is my soft, powdery, or Smokey Queen
Calming in a state of euphoria
Created by God relaxing atmosphere
A kiss from His mouth calms without sedating
O’ Lavender she is the “herb of love”
So has soothing qualities
As she manages to stimulate your senses
... Lavender
2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Alone, twenty fingers count every breath
a law - keeper, invincible, his hands;
while gavel strikes once for plea's homestretch
and final rule, the ever wise ,commands.
His neutral face more prudent on this day;
as evidence seeks truth nailing what's fair;
Through outstretched morning, words duly convey
a wail of inked tears that stain crime's error.
Smokey the heat from palm burning inside,
announcing a verdict from conscience, free
to summon light for a never turning tide,
a discernment which flames on hands' decree.
The throbbing night braces to guide him on,
to rest his thumb, imprints never withdrawn.
Jajosh Ongado / 12' 15'13
With These Hands Contest/ Nette Onclaud
Visual 4
They say the journey to adulthood is supposed to be a slow coming of age process that allows the time to contemplate what role we’ll play in our future. We check off all the options. Burn out some brain cells in college or maybe find that ‘special someone’ and take a few years to plan a life. One sunny day in May of 1975, a recruiter asked “Why Not?” I replied, “Might as well.” Two days later some drill sergeant in a Smokey the Bear hat was screaming his bad breath into my face. Growing up only took 48 hours.
You will never know
Til you spread your wings and try—
Sweet taste of freedom
She missed out on music lessons as a child.
Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild.
For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster.
And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn't muster.
She preferred Brian May over Freddie Mercury.
Elton John fan, she felt the piano music was a nursery.
She should have taught the guitar, yet she didn't.
She believes pianos lead to libido and dint.
Smokey voice, tactile lyrics, and superb piano skills.
Hart's 13 albums since 1993 will bestow you thrills.
Her violin fingers and pretty tone sing in harmony.
Her hands master the piano, guitar, and drums perfectly.
Beth Hart battled, as did catalpa trees and hackberry.
However, as a wild Sequoia, it maintained its worry.
Dismal feelings of pain, rage, shame, and exasperation.
What if these factors led to her artistic inception?
Several War in My Mind tunes left fans breathless.
Stones, blocks, rough slopes, and hills are breakless.
L.A. Song shows how to shun inner pain via denial.
Beth's Crown ranks among the finest lyrics trial.
Written: May 08, 2023
Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Chasing my thirst into the
desert at night,
Otis Redding was right….
“You don’t miss the water till the well runs dry”
And marrying the wrong woman
for the second time,
Smokey Robinson was right….
“You better shop around”
Writing my pen empty with the
same old words,
Cat Stevens was right….
“The first cut truly is the deepest”
And living in Macon because
I thought it was safe,
Charlie Daniels was right….
“The devil did come down to Georgia”
Losing my religion only to
seek God again,
Robert Plant was right….
“You can’t buy a stairway to heaven”
And when I’m alone and desperate and have
nowhere left to turn,
Bob Dylan was the most righteous of all….
“When you ain’t got nothin, you got nothin to lose”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)