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The Moby Dick Reunion
One hundred fifty nine years have passed
Since Melville published his novel.
Seven hundred twenty pages in length
Some say it was much too nautical.
All of the characters have gathered.
They’re going to have a reunion.
Rumor has it, they say, that Herman himself
Is making a huge revelation.
Ishmael is the first to arrive,
And it’s he who was telling the story.
That’s only right, in the book he survived,
He deserves to get all the glory.
Fedallah and Moby were next in line,
Just in from the Dr. Phil Show.
Their friendship had grown a lot lately.
The harpooner was psychic you know!
When he and Phil studied the big fishes mind,
They found out his reason for anger.
The fact that he was albino
Had burned in his mind like a canker.
Ahab, it seems, was equally mean,
And caused a lot of his stress.
He’d cornered the whale with harpoon boats,
And offered no way for egress.
Moby’s life has been changed forever.
He’s hitched to a really cute killer.
She’s working part time at Sea World,
Seems they needed a sub for their “killer”.
The pub where they met was named Starbucks,
In honor of the owner.
The first mate was rich as a pirate.
He could even afford to buy toner.
Then through the door entered Ahab,
With a prosthesis and brand new pipe.
He finally learned to be happy,
And enjoyed a simpler life.
With him was Herman Melville,
A screenplay under his arm.
One thousand pages he’d written,
About whalers who lived on a farm?
The crew didn’t give their attention.
By now, they were tanked up on rum.
He said he was going to Hollywood,
And if they were smart they would come.
But Ahab and Moby were sobbing.
Tears falling into their mugs.
After all of their trials they found friendship
In the bottom of a jug.
Herman begged them to go make the movie.
But, their lives were happier now.
They all had families to care for,
And no urge for taking a bow.
It seems that while Melville was groveling,
Pip and Ishmael had stolen the play.
They put it in Queequey’s coffin,
And watched it float slowly away.
That was the end of the reunion.
They all went home that night,
Happy with the realization,
That their lives were all just right!
"Drunk as a skunk"
Flimsy after whimsy
Flunk and debunk
Or mastered getting "plastered"
"Tipsy as a gypsy"
Sunk like a monk
Miss nights out "on the p*ss"
We shan't blush...can't hush
Us as we gush about the rush
Bliss to kiss the alcoHOLE abyss
Have a crush on the plush
Flush flights of a proper "lush"
Grinned while you sinned
Smile..getting in a right mess
Room spinned ... plans binned
Betting the style's "blotto" lotto
Pinned motto bless the "legless"
Jolly golly gosh "sloshed"
What beats "3 sheets to the wind"
Need a slash..have to crash
After being out on the lash
"Smashed"..bish bash boshed
'Off your trolley" wally or dolly
Bedazzled frazzle on the razzle
Laughter after a dafter shindig swig
On the "sozzle"..off his head ..off to bed
Reason for that big red schnozzle
Let's be frank those who get "tanked"
Get thanked...no..blanked & spanked
Don't deride those who decide
To get plied with or "pie eyed" with pride
Have a tiff with those who chose skew whiff
No need upsetting or fretting
Over a drunkard with a tankard
Rum dumb herbert on the sherbert
Woozy boozy floozy doozy
Getting whistle whetting "wanker*d"
Abuser..winner or loser
The boon of the last saloon
All soon forgetting having hankered
For.. then regretting that final boozer
"Wasted"...sauce basted I stammered
Could've plucked for being "f**cked"
Decoded it besetting with maybe "loaded"
Why's he passed on the class "rat-arsed"
Not fussed..nonplussed he cussed
Sussed just with mates getting 'hammered"
So don’t muzzle the "guzzler"
Cripple the ripple of the "tippler"
Can’t match "down the hatch"
Or sip & sup..because "bottom’s up"
No frowning cake-hole sold on downing
Beer.. .neck oil by heck will spoil our laughing gear
Crowning the glory or gory story
Comedy gold told of being "arsehol*d"
Ickle fickle wee "pickled" trickle tickle
Temptation of a nifty sneaky shifty
Iffy & squiffy in a jiffy veneration
Don't be piddly about diddly while tiddly
They might from afar mutter
Wot a nutter...one too many jars
One too many bars ..not caring...I would utter
Have a flutter...I’m lying in the gutter
Rego & I flying while staring at the stars
Hopped a rattler out of Akron.
Rode the high end all the way.
On the Erie-Lackawanna,
Made North Jersey by next day.
Between a bottle and a biscuit,
And that’s all I’m gonna say.
‘Twas a rude accommodation.
No Angelina on my arm.
Stumbled in Towaco Station,
A-number-1, no false alarm.
I raided Harrigan’s at midnight.
Came to find my lucky charm.
Jacked a barstool with a seatbelt.
Took that baby for a spin.
Tanked a beaker full of vino,
Ran some red light sure as sin.
I traced the towpath to a piss pot;
Couldn’t keep from falling in.
Old Black Joe and Camptown Races
Waged a juke box culture war.
Jumped a willing breakneck filly,
Spilled her potluck on the floor.
I played her pussy foot to cat’s paw,
Then I danced right out the door.
Fleeced a rummage sale in Boonton;
Empty pockets, long-term loan.
Found a brown old five cent nickel,
And a plastic pocket comb.
Ain’t no sweet back, blue-eyed beefer.
New Hobohemia’s my home.
The realization is that both parties want to maintain power.
At the expense of "we the people".
That's why they rarely work together.
At every turn, they undercut one another.
They manipulate the pay-to-play media.
Both parties fan the flames of division.
When it suits their selfish commitments.
They really don't want us to play nice together.
Our division is their strength-their platform.
Our togetherness is their weakness.
Our calm causes their storm.
We don't have to follow their bleating
and tumble over the cliffs.
We are citizens, not sheep.
Come November, we must remember.
Who allowed the rioters to riot and looters to loot.
and cities to burn
Who was joyful when the economy tanked,
when people lost their 401k.
Come November, remember who burned down the churches.
Who painted graffiti on the graves of the fallen.
Who stood aside as you lost your job.
While they gave themselves hefty raises.
Who turned your dreams to crumbs
and left thugs to run the streets.
Come November, gather in great numbers.
Cast a vote... It's the only voice you have.
No matter the outcome-stay calm.
Accept the results when the people speak.
Scream at the sky if you must
as if it would make any difference.
I trusted all doctors, thought they know best
So many years learning, a noble quest
They want to do well by helping you
But from any kind of knowledge, evil can brew.
Scott was a dentist, a noble career
But to ethical rules he did not adhere
If you sat in his chair, he'd put a crown on your tooth
Insurers paid him millions, didn't ask for proof.
Babies kept dying under Lucy's care
She was idealistic in school but got on a tear
Murdered 7 babies, the motives appall
But nurses are human, and humans can fall.
I could also mention fraud in Medicare
100 billion a year, the criminal share
Some docs think a short cut to money is worth
After all, they too have limited time on this earth.
In Nazi-land doctors reasoned that since Jews had to die
Why not do twin experiments, in my mind those kids cry
The docs were curing society of an enemy disease
Against indoctrination, no way to appease.
I was drugged with sex drugs, medical knowledge used for bad
Docs told me such drugs exist, but thought I was mad
I said drugs could be sprayed through the air, made things worse
It was all true, but a hard sell, and an ongoing curse.
Some thought me handsome, the good looks faded
My short-term memory tanked as sleep blockaded
All sorts of damage victims could not have a clue
They can reach into your brain, without touching you.
Before thinking me mad, look up "drugs as aerosols"
An open mind's better than one closed by walls.
Don't leave the many victims, across the fruited plain
Forever unprotected because this story sounds insane.
i hardly recognize the brand new you
the fog has changed me and left my canvas monotonous
you remind me of the day we first met
i was a streetlight transient sneezing out prayers
you were the apple of everybody's everything
i saw you as a crutch when i should have been thanking the Lord
you picked me up, dusted me off, and encouraged me that i could and i would
i remember the hard drop in my stomach when you opened that door ten years later
i remember the wind of change turning into a stubborn storm
the next day has been the rest of my life ever since
you hardly acknowledge little old me
i tanked, so yes i do deserve it
now i'm outranked, and of course you are most beautiful when you preserve it
all i can do now say whisper Congratulations! to you internally
my self made prison is relentless and devoid of mercy
i am a carpenter who flunked out due to massive tin and aluminum damage
All by His grace;
Oh! God be praised;
And tanked for this;
Be praised ALWAYS;
Always be praising to God;
Oh, God be praised;
For all He does;
I give thanks for all He’s done;
May the Lord be glorified?
It's my prayer
One day I will (we will) be by His side;
On the sweet by and by;
All by His grace;
His mercies faced;
He saves me from my fate;
That I keep on writing poems and psalms that exalt God
All by His grace;
Oh! God be praised;
Be praised ALWAYS;
God be praised;
And thanked for this;
Glorified may the Lord be…
It’s my prayer that He keeps me;
For I’ll be writing poems and psalms
That exalt God for always;
For as long as I am on the earth;
All by His grace;
Oh! God be praised;
Be praised ALWAYS;
Always be praising to God;
Oh, God be praised;
For all He does;
All by His Grace;
All by His grace, thanks God bless you
9/19/19
dedicated verse to " Beata Agustin based on her words "
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. and Beata Agustin 2019©
Beata's words in Bold
From forthcoming anthology
“Inspired In boxed Word Write Collabs #1”
A baseball team hard to follow
Failures really tough to swallow
Many problems from stem to stern
Fans' frustration in a slow burn
Managers don't know what to do
To get the Dodgers out of the blues
Too close to Hollywood it would seem
Many distractions bad for a team
Ahead by eight games in '62
Seemed just too good to be true
Sandy Koufax leading the way
Then bad luck came into play
Injury knocked Koufax out
Dodgers lost all games in a rout
With the Giants in a tie
Hard to accept the reason why
Fell to the Giants in a playoff
Series hopes sadly lost
After '62 the Dodgers were back
Won two Series with Sandy Koufax
In the '70s the Dodgers tanked
Dropped two Series to the hated Yanks
FOX bought team in '98
I'm now less certain about their fate
Team sold again in '04
How could a fan ask for more
Team again sold to folks in LA
Had big money with which to play
Tried to buy their way to the top
Bought three players from the Sox
One was named A. Gonzalez
A gifted player with great prowess
Two others were hurt and all done playin'
That's all about this I'm gonna' be sayin'
Astros beat Dodgers in '17
Houston cheated it would seem
Signs were stolen by that team
Oh my heavens that was mean
Lost to Boston in '18
Another Series left in waiting
It's true some Series the Dodgers have won
But with bad luck we had less fun
Hey what are their chances this year
Dodger front office says never fear
Same old story I frown and sneer
They're too short on pitching
I need a beer
Wait a minute
2020 Just happened
Dodgers won Series
I can't stop laughin'
Hurray, hurray
There's so much to cheer
My joy for this team
Now crystal clear
Faith in the Dodgers
Returns to this fan
Lots to celebrate
That's my plan
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
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Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
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Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes,
Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day.
Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles
Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa Fe.
Cut loose and rootless, making random left-hand turns
Straight razor whiskey, gotta love the way it burns
Pulled up at Pueblo for my ration of tequila
Long after hours in the Garden of Repose.
I paid my lady love a call in Carson City,
Got tanked in Reno with a Sacramento rose.
Street lamps and neon on a warm midsummer’s night
Drawn toward the tunnel at the end of so much light
Broke bread in Stockton with a Guatemalan dancer.
Shook down a flop house called The Shady Rest Motel.
Laid low in Fresno for the balance of my paycheck,
Got back to Bakersfield in time to raise some hell.
I’m gonna ramble till the swallows leave for Egypt.
Gonna ramble till the Happy Prince goes blind.
I’m gonna ramble till I’ve gathered up my troubles.
Gonna ramble till I’ve left ‘em all behind.
Might put my suitcase under the bed,
But I always leave it packed for later.