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Albert Francis Simmons; in Detroit, Michigan, was born,
His robustness, with intelligence, nature did adorn;
Though, worked as a high-ranking Secret Service official,
His moral sense became a matter so prejudicial...!
Burnt, like charcoal, by Jason Wynn, his service, commander,
As a price for his, lion-like, unwavering candor;
Visits the kingdom of hell; becomes a hellspawn therein,
He's sent, by devil Malebolgia to meet his kin...!
Forgetting his past forms, like a drunken ape, he wanders,
In search of identity, his zest and zeal he squanders;
Averse to going back to hell, he tries to find a goal,
Fighting like a lion, against evils, safeguards his soul...!
To remove social evils, like a crusader, he fought,
Criminals and the crooked under moral codes he brought;
Hunted by a fighter angel for the sake of a game,
Jason Wynn, the true fighter angel, soon he overcame...!
Attacked, as though an unknown beast, both by heaven and hell,
Heap, ambassador of the Green world, enraptures his spell;
Killing Malebolgia, over the hell gains control,
Changes hell into heaven, playing his reformer role...!!!
29 March 2023
Spawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Festive moods
Play on the breeze
Buzz and food
Festive days
Time funds grand squeeze
Fun styles ways
~~~~~~~~~
Mahjong game
Four winds go round
Sure tiles frame
Lucky draw
Merge sequence sound
Touch thrills thaw
~~~~~~~~~
Round and round
A built-up grin
Good luck grounds
Fine fest found
An awesome win
Cash in-bound
~~~~~~~~~
Each thinks plot
Play with cards fond
Ploy wants lots
Each schemes flush
Crafty moves spawn
Right moves brush
~~~~~~~~~
Craft each touch
Move strategy
Tricks as such
Side with grudge
Win wise bounty
Stroke sure nudge
~~~~~~~~~
Mindset meets
Challenge and chase
Wins feel sweet
Heart feeds start
Rush of sure pace
Craft funds art
~~~~~~~~~
Dragons come
Surge of fine touch
Full house sums
Four winds fill
A grandeur's nudge
Sure form spills
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
19 February 2015
Singapore
CNY Goat 1st Day
hiro
Hero hiro father I admired;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
Male parent, begetter, patriarch;
Biological father dad, daddy;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
Co-nurturer, father
very, very strong work effects, never took vacations
Next to God second best provider;
never on unemployment or disability, a survival;
Only saw him cry twice;
When his mom and and his wife died;
On top of his head, never saw him with hair (ever);
His strength was liken not Samson,
His strength was in his hands;
Always working, worked for others for 25 years;
In 1980 became self-employed lasted till his death worked 15 years
My hero, hiro, my daddy-father
He fathered three children, (always, always wanted a daughter)
A great provider, always working...
bringing into the world, give, gave life to spawn three children, three sons;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
My hero, hiro,
my lower cased physical, always working father
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
My hero, hiro,faTHer always working
my hiro, my faTHer
Always working,
8/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) class assignment
~Summer’s Eve ~
I am a woman!
I am proud-
I am everything you want.
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother,
A grandmother a granddaughter
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am a working lady.
A widow left behind.
I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-
I AM!
A mentor throughout this world.
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.
I am the color of the rainbow.
I am deeper than the sea.
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.
I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.
I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-
And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse.
Summer's Eve.
*****
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!
By;PD
Bird mouth on the brain sells
plump unstately bucked up
matters of actual o-
bligatory occurrences at
Owl's Creaky Bridge where
forageable items can
spawn like people squeezing
elf-aware and clammy chowdered
clown adults from
rubes off courting blots of
nightingale PM firenze
crushed and all mixed up be-
between a frequent
moving stream of
freebies wheeling in a
west virginian's mother mar-
ried pupward to a
shapeless clumping mob or timely
hunk stoned sober old and sentient fac-
tory molding
silver fish resigned to meet-
ing parties all aligned and
drawn from quarters pound-
ed into minds repeated over
bendless queasy headed eggs a-
top the Falling Garden Wall.
M- Memorable memories of my life I have, some are good and some are bad.
Y- Young and innocent I was, that was great memoirs of my past.
J- Joyfully as a prankster back then, I had so many friends.
O-Ordinary mundane life was boring, I was an adrenaline junky.
U- Underdog of my siblings, I was not welcome in their company.
R- Relationships with my friends was ok for me, they were my family.
N-Never a dull day in my life, every opportunity was extraordinary.
E-Exceptional scholar at school, although some teachers I took for a fool.
Y-Young and restless years were great then I made the worst mistake.
M-Married at a young age and endured every time a husband raged.
Y-Yearning, back for my carefree life, especially when I thought I would not survived.
L-Life threw many curve balls at me, most of the time I was unhappy.
I-Independency was gone, I was married to an evil spawn.
F-Fight or flight I had to choose, or my life I would lose.
E-Eureka!! I build a new life for me, I am happy at least.
1
We say the word, “mental”,
like we would spit.
But there are no pills
for waking dreams;
the pills that we
could only take in dreams
to take us to another place
as yet imagined
as everything the tortured soul
could conjure.
And perhaps we are so strong
the torture
is our heartbeat.
The waking dreams
like baseball bats
might beat us
into ditches
of self-loathing,
then lie with us
the way dark friends would do
and tell us there is comfort
in familiar suffering.
We can touch the mental
like a weed
and treat it
with the swipe of energy
that only comes
when arms react
to smite the one
that would threaten them.
2
All things come to those who wait,
the adage goes
and so we do
as we are told
and hope there is trust
in the world.
But as we
twiddle thumbs
and scratch our names in wood
that never was a tree
we are the silent ones:
the kids of parents
who imagined
that what they'd heard
and spoken and done--
the slap, the strap--
would do the trick
in place of hearts
that never cared to beat.
3
“Mental Illness”
is the phrase they use
for ignorance; not knowing
what to do
or how to do it.
“I did all I could”, they say
in the face of ruin
and imagine they are right
because the cannot know
responsibility or competence
or caring.
Art is colors on a wall.
Music is notes pounded
on some keys.
God died the day
he was invented
and the children of the living
must now wander
as the spawn of negligence.
We can only hope
that somewhere souls remember
and that through the years
they grow to be an army
to claim what bodies have survived.
4
“F**k you”, I say to beauty
or anything else that passes
for conviction
or truth
or hearts we tell ourselves
that we possess.
Beauty is masturbation.
Love is the perversion
we ejaculate in darkness.
I would be glad
for one true voice
that says that heaven
is at hand
and mean the painted streets
as gray as any dawn
we'll ever see
is all we can expect.
Tell me one good cup of coffee
is Nirvana
and I'll drink it
and be thankful
to be free
of chains that bound me
to the rock of longing.
'Here-comes-The-She--riff'/'And-his-second-trusted-Deputy'
'They-chea-ted-and-were-shot-de--ead'/'By-the-new-Ma-yo--or'/ 'Bob-Mar-ley'
'If-their-left-foot-takes-an-in--nch'/'And-their-right-foot-takes-a-lengthier-mile'
'Hand-law-a-forty-fi--ive'/'And-make-that-bestnerd-hop-with-a-smile'
'Your-dancing-half-you-spun-le--eft'/'You-alone-with-Suave-south-for-a-drive'
'Not-as-Missing-Per--sons'/'Posters-as-being-Wan-ted-Dead-or-Alive'
'Your-thrones-King's-and-Que--een's'/'The-Court-Jester-made-his-sweet-sixteen'
'Queen-is-expec-ti--ing'/'King's-glad-Jester-fa-ces-le-Guil-lo-tine'
'Judges-and-Ju--dy's'/'This-here-courtroom-is-in-repossession'
'Gavels-get-rea--dy'/'And-assault-with-deadly-precision'
'Guilty-as-cha--arged'/'Throw-the-book-at-um-as-they-cry-out-ouch!'
'Innocent-is-set-fre--ee'/'After-those-they-accused-gouged-their-eyes-out!'
'Kamala-is-the-fel--la'/'Lady-Justice-like-the-blindfolders-spawn'
'The-Justices-all-wa--atched'/'As-U.-S.-Constitution-burned-on-the-lawn'
'Pu-tin's-confus--sion'/'Non-goes-front-or-back-of-fic--ti--on'
'Tales-from-Tsar's-wo--ods'/'Rasputin-Myname-front- or-back-a-muse'
'Biden-casta--Net's'/'And-Yahoo's-all-over-Is-ra-el'
'Joe-cuts-China-tea--time'/'Pekoe-dives-inside-Starbuck's-swimming-pool'
Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
She calls out death warnings
so loved ones --"Be aware!"
A lost soul roams the land of the living
In shadows
She sees through her red misted eyes
The worldly vices
devouring darkness
the heart burns wrenching
In your haunting shrieks
Distant drumming war
looming inside battlegrounds
Memories fall back in time dungeons
opening gates to past nightmares
Overflowing with treacheries and calculating minds
Justice only works on one side of the coin
Flipping the truth --"Freedom is gone!"
In a fleeting moment
a thought howls in revelation
Love could stall an action
deeply pains the heart that has gone cold
Governing rule sheds teary clouds
knots start twisting inside
Embroidering a story within a story
paints a transparent veil
Damaging a system where lies corrupt and poison brews
To occupy someone's space falsely
Death must surely follow
Buys them a future right without destinies spark
Spawn of emptiness drains good fuels fire
You’re every dark entity that hates
The Light of who you are shines faceless true and true
So envy crowns nothing in the end
Unrhymed Ballad style in 8-line stanzas
a co written piece with myself and Angeline Lim
I knew my ancestry and my dad was a joiner,
But verged on disowning my mum for labour,
Not married in history yet throbbing with spark,
Love, truth, kindness fibered the gelled dark.
A stunner - intelligent, muscular but sensitive,
The royal in me saw the people as plaintiff,
As steering the vile lark of determining troughs,
In a grass-roots democracy to nullify the toffs.
Prolific at speeches, education never lacked,
Peeking as child into the ear in discern I jacked,
I knew nothing was unproven, cleanliness won,
Joules inside quenched the human sown son.
In the health profession I beamed, overcame, won,
Differences waged exacted to desecrate the sum -
Poor, minority, stealthy and dragon ignored asunder,
No equality known to hook the solid, base shelter.
Mobile, but wherever I tread met haters and lovers,
Pranced about suckered by vulgar ruling bearers;
Taught children life and followers’ carers’ quick,
Stead ahead hailed by the people as their wick.
Freedom held my blink until shown as the trait -
Real by weight for the sick to crop myself as bait.
Therefore human aim, space, time shouted ball,
‘Cos the individual is right, by the pinnacle, wall.
My twelve friends accepted my way and my mind,
Chose to love crook, crank or by altruism behind,
Meant rear - banned and ashore, but fully sentient,
No restorative, candid deeds to strike ambivalent.
People glued came to see me - the Nile drawn,
Dealt troubles without ways n’ routes to spawn;
Yet state and common folks both, themselves,
Killed me for a movement shooting with shelves.
But those many who loved me would never forget,
Forged sail by the integral identity never truly set:
They said afterwards that my substance, way, holds,
It’s life that affords me, not the shined, bold folds.
There was a court case and everything, a slot,
When they asked if I was a god, king, mad, a shot:
Dumb. Bitter I’d gone and cut short, they said I’d live,
Within them in their memory as the cultural give.
My existence is not a point - your location, for always:
It’s not belief in me that matters but it's your sways;
Your life is important and it's your existence that calls,
MLK, Lincoln, Walker ball for the sentient, rugged stalls.
Who am I?