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A LOVE POEM FROM JACKO
What did I hear... a love poem from Jacko?
Sure y'all know, he's a bit over the hill
But Jacko can still excite those pretty li'l ladies
With words of love or a poem bout roadkill
Forgive me, my train leaves the tracks at times
I'll be okay once the medication kicks in
I'm susceptible to weird and strange scenarios
Like ladies feverishly massaging my skin
Again I'm sorry, this was meant as a love poem
Turned out to be a little like a laugher
This damn brain often slips away from me
Off on a strange tangent and sorry after
If you know me at all, you'll totally understand
My brain is quite different than most
Wirings all screwed, my eyes are quite crossed
Quite weird but you still hear me boast
This is supposed to be a sweet wee love poem
What the hell, my brain is out of whack
Okay the spirit of poetry is alive and quite well
Next it'll be about my exploits in the sack!
(Doesn't quite do it, eh?)
Just a whirlwind of thoughts has taken me off on a tangent
Where am I running too
Only my deviant mind has allowed me to proceed
To an unchartered place leaving me unsettled
It is a fear within
Puzzling music follows like footsteps behind
Is this hell-bent or what twisting my mind
Some say I am razor sharp in thought
I just think there is too much damn commotion
The Some-Say people should concentrate on their own thought process
Rather than worry about my morsel of a life
One should contemplate all the idiosyncrasies of our existence
Determined to learn and acquire the knowledge
To master our spiritual passageway to pure bliss
Before extinction
It is utter lunacy to think different
Or do you hear what I hear…
The music following like footsteps behind…
as a GMO gluten
and monosodium allow
wing glutinate free
NON SPORTS fan, holy cow
a gentle fear shakes, rocks,
and trembles thru every dDhow
ting fiber of me one hundred
and forty five pounds (give or take a hun
dread ounces) finds me feeling
like a castaway
on an alien nation, none
share totally tubular,
where athletes revered
as holier than thou hook hen pun
which craft
this wordsmith doth shine,
and experiences the equivalent run
tooth ha goal post, and envision
me octogenarian widower papa
paying attaboy with "way tug hoe son"
or a similar comment,
which unasked for unsolicited praise
would be worth a ton
as if this bone a fide wordsmith
would cherish as a sentiment hard won,
which figurative convenient truthful
( Earth in the balance) tangent
arced geometric fender
to express gratitude
(nevermind their gender),
who unwittingly boost and tearful lender
my morale doth render
akin to a spender
for anonymous readers,
yet moost likely an appealing sender
via flattering comments,
an emotional legal tender
this sensitive chap also makes apologies
(and steers clear) ass king for any alley byes
unwittingly me to refrain ushering my demise
hence...THANK YOU
unknown gals and guys
this honest to dog statement
summoned deep within me...noel hies
NOR NON FAKE
saccharine steeped sincere lies.
Major distraction powerful confusion
innovative woven tapestry
vivid words non-spoken sensual
conveying sense of disorientation
discomforted spiritual turmoil
imaginary imagination being lost and disconnected
from myself in retrospect
my amnesia has no recollection
there's no consciousness denial I have a headache my brains on fire my stomach aches my soul is on fire my thoughts are scattered I'm lost in my own forest if not for my light of clarity at not memory like drops of rain fall to the ground splashes forming a puddle a stream trickling down the sidewalk off the curb to the sewer drain I remain tangent lost and disconnected for my own memories and identity fire fire so I ache with intensity of the emotional physical pain fragmented and disjoint nature thoughts and emotions forgotten and forgiven struggling to find my foot amidst the steps of my inner turmoil
Law abiding citizens nurturing our safe community
we live in a universe of rules written by pencil pushers
Seeming offensive to some and boring to others
gives birth to an underground parallel world out there
Somewhat of a by-product off on a tangent that’s gone astray
it’s the night to the day of our structured monochrome society
Onto shady streets the law of the jungle reigns supreme
its pulse has a raw might that’s visceral and palpable
Theirs is a culture that speaks a foreign language
dark entities settling differences with machine guns
In some concoction of violence chaos and survival
forever keeping score their way etched in blood
Drugs and overdoses every day in every way familiar
jiving on the wrong side of town where we won’t visit
Intertwining realities as normal to them as ours to us
we can’t relate to theirs and they can’t to ours
In their brutal arena the law is an eye for an eye
their justice is savage merciless and unforgiving
Empires built on vengeance of what you want you take
violence begets violence hopefully our worlds never collide
We try to stay blissfully ignorant in our little familiar realm
there’s no reasoning with rebels once the line is crossed
At least in this world our corruption is underhanded
and it’s much easier to maintain the illusion
with our manicured lawns and white picket fences
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 24, 2020 for contest OPINION sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 9TH
Fine line drawing
Sketches of simple things
Artistic interpretations
Line art sculptures
Pencil engravings
Visions of harmony
Etchings in clear lines
Black on white shades
Grey tints impact
Notice the familiar
In artistic strokes
Lines in sure tangent
Graceful lines shape
Define the picture play
Still life subjects
Drawings in 2D
Live on paper sheets
Touch of focus art
Cryptic memory
Assembles in greyscale
Mental portraits
Adjust to light
Form and function
Greet line symmetry
Words can only hint
Upon that cryptic sight
Rendered by art form
Pictures rendered
By heart and mind
That urgent hand unfolds
Once upon a blank page
Where no shades were
A new emergence
Artistic perspective
Primal devotion stays
Mint in shaded tints
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2014
Singapore
Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Spotless starlings flighty thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake spritely on light breeze
chirping remind us day is just a chord
achievements complete marked confirming hours
manifesting with both hands and clear head
paper and pencil danced in neat bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread
silent hymn I await bright sickle moon
Spirit dissolves wanton wispy wishes
lotus blossoms, liberating mind a boon
intentions flowing with flimsy swishes
Moment to moment tasks tangent complete
every twilight heralds a morrow sweet !
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FALLEN LEAVES FROM THE TREES
falling leaves come to the ground
landing softly all around
multi-colored tangent rainbow
ground covering
fall down leaves, leaves falling
leaving the arms of trees no longer blossom
radiant leaves shaped like your hands
Cottonwood, Maple, Elm, Oak, Birch
leaves floating down landing on grasses and dirt
falling leaves come from all around
wind blown, some flown in
fly, fly, fly.......
fallen down wind blown leaves from the trees in the skies
10/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
I belong in rings
circles of my whispering
each chant at tangent—
across the diagonals
charting my awakening
I use rhythm to draw
compass lines on virgin ground
breathing a mantra
to recite faithful sketches
that arc over the dome shroud
triangles of doubt
erupt within the echo
edges turned inward
yet this sharpness finds its place
when confined in the circle
what would shapes become
without their opposing sides
a square needs four sides
a soup bubble shape trembles—
balance born in symmetry
in the polygon
of opinions gathered there
angles speak at once
each playing a vital part
swayed by the container's form
within the circle
infinite as mandala
voices radiate
from faith as a central star
blazing signals of pure light
Where are all my sisters at
And where do they all habitat
They must be in seclusion
I can't think of any other reason
Of why I am not seeing them
Precious God daughter's come out of the water
I want me to drown in your love
Float with you the aqua Blue
Shall not worrying find the perfect mister
I insist I am of the catalyst
A trying man with outstretched hands
Ready to embrace you whole
Come aboard get off shore
Are you ready for my love
Tangent sees blended aqua blue love
Come woman...float
Float on, float on
Sisters
9/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019