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Ukrainian Horror

To hunt with a full stomach
To bite into the neck of the smaller
Without hunger
Fangs clamped to the back of her neck

Her face
Devoured crumpled paper
Spit up
Re-smoothed to creases
Eyes nose mouth map

Her splintered village
Smoldering
Over her shoulder

Shreds of scarves blouses skirts
Blown to the astonished charred limbs
Of her bare front yard tree
As if the widow should believe
The willow was filled with colorful songbirds

She is lifted by Ukrainian neighbors
To an evacuation bus
The stare in her eyes
To you camera Master
That of a lame animal
About to be put down

She has but two items
After a century

The wheelchair she was locked in
And the orange and white cat
That sat in her lap
Meowing
To the crowd

With a name that escapes us all.


Premium Member Bloody Hearts Ode

Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh:                      (Genesis 2:23)
A man leaves his mother and father
  To cleave to his wife.
--No thoughts whatever of marital strife.

Then the children arrive,
  Heralds of joy.
One is a girl; another a boy.

At first all is bliss 
  With the master and miss.
Then suddenly, THWACK,
  The façade shows a crack. 

Be it spit-up or colic,
  Or just one sleepless night.
Both parents agree,
  Something's not right.

The blame and the guilt,
  The guilt and the blame:
Can any marriage survive
  Such a cruel game?

Fast forward a bit
  Past tears and accusations,
To late teen years
  Of monetary machinations.

The fights and the shouting,
  The wounds and the pouting;
The warnings and threats,
  The mountains of debt...

And now that the darlings are married
  And settled,
You're on call 24/7,
  Constantly nettled.

But in hindsight it's worth it,
  That much is clear.
So I'll end this bloody ode
  On a note of good cheer:
Happy Valentine's Day, My Wife, My Love, My Dear!

        (February 02 2018)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Taking Care of Baby

Taking care of baby
  is life's truest joy, alright
Especially if your idea of fun
  is staying up all night

One thing that you can count on
  is running out of shirts
'Cos baby loves to 'spit up'
  each bottle you insert

As for changing diapers
  the part I like the best
is when you think you're finished
  baby smiles and makes the rest

Then there's blessed naptime
  when baby closes her eyes
That is, until you leave the room
  and she lets out that piercing cry

Yes, taking care of baby
  what marriage is all about
I only pray that I survive
  ~ in case my wife conks out

Premium Member Up, up and away

Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?

hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, push up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up 
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up

chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up

woke up, broke up, spoke up 
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up

dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up

save up, gave up, head up, made up 
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up

go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up

pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up

back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up

I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…

Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Witch's Car

Once I had a little car.
I loved her oh so much,
But she was murdered by a man,
Who drove a big Dodge truck.

I looked around and finally found,
A car to take her place.
Who knew behind her pretty face,
The engine'd been laid waste.

She coughed and choked and gagged until,
She spit up chunks of carbon.
My husband bought her anyway.
He said that could be pardoned.

He said it was a minor thing.
He'd fix it right away.
It turned into a major bill,
That wouldn't go away.

It spent more time in the garage,
Than it did on the road,
And we were told to sell it soon,
For soon we'd need it towed.

Whoever'd worked under the hood,
For certain must be manic,
For from the looks of things in there,
He was no mechanic.

I felt so down, I'd spent so much,
This thing could not be worse.
I felt for sure that in this car,
I drove under some curse.

The ties broke as I drove it home.
I went right in the ditch.
I swear before we bought this car,
It was owned by a witch.





Actually what happened when the ties broke I was driving home on the back roads to keep it out of trouble. Suddenly the steering went all weird on me and I jumped a ditch and took out about 100yds. of some poor farmer's fence, barely missed runnning over a dog and finally made it home dragging about half a mile of barbed wire tangled under the car.
That tore it.
I didn't want that car anymore and refused to drive it again.Couldn't anyway. The ties were gone.



For Driving Me Crazy Contest by Paula Swanson
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member The Witch's Car

Once I had a little car,
I loved hr Oh so much;
But she was murdered by a man,
Who drove a big Dodge truck.

I looked around and finally found,
A car to take her place.
Who knew behind her pretty face,
The engine'd been laid waste.

She coughed and choked and gagged until,
She spit up chunks of carbon.
My husband bought her anyway.
He said that could be pardoned.

He said it was a minor thing.
He'd fix it right away.
It turned into a major bill,
That wouldn't go away.

It spent more time in the garage,
Than it di on the road,
And we were told to sell it soon,
For soon we'd need it towed.

Whoever'd worked under the hood,
For certain must be manic,
For from the looks of things in there,
He was no mechanic.

I felt so down, I'd spent so much,
This thing could not be worse.
I felt for sure that in this car,
I drove under some curse.

The ties broke as I drove it home.
I went right in the ditch.
I swear before we bought this car,
It was owned by a witch.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Witch's Car

Once I had a little car,
I loved her oh so much,
But she was murdered by a man,
Who drove a big Dodge truck.

I looked around and finally found,
A car to take her place.
Who knew behind her pretty face,
The engine'd been laid waste.

She coughed and choked and gagged until,
She spit up chunks of carbon.
My husband bought her anyway,
He said that could be pardoned.

He said it was a minor thing,
He'd fix it right away.
It turned into a major bill,
That wouldn't go away.

It spent more time in the garage,
Than it did on the road,
And we were told to sell it soon,
For soon we'd need it towed.

Whoever'd worked under the hood,
For certain must be manic,
For from the looks of things in there,
He was no mechanic.

I felt so down, I'd spent so much,
This thing could not be worse.
I felt for sure that in this car,
I drove under some curse.

The ties broke as I drove it home.
I went right in the ditch.
I swear before we bought this car,
It was owned by a witch.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member THEM THERE CHILLREN- MY SpokenWord

"Then their child running a while why misplacement noticed ran into grandma coffee table forecast both ashtray in the race better run and bite that tongue ?? 

Steve chillin in the refrigerator eating all the sweet potatoes Billy's on the chair in the cookie jar while Kathy still in the bathroom doing her hair in the race with discipline some of y'all ain't right so you better run and bite that tongue

Linda got a mouth on her makes others feel uncomfortable she trashed her trash mouth her vulgar words she do spew out some of the words she cannot spell she rips and runs she speaks death not life oh well this is the chosen free will You Better Run and bite that  tongue

So don't get to relax don't feel like it grown don't speak to anyone uncouth stay polite when you belong because one day someone's going to tug or pull out your righteous tongue before then you spit out spit up stand up be righteous because in your disobedience
Whale and will call be still don't fall
 you better run and bite that tongue"

6/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

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