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Haven't got time for those cynical people
They're never gonna drag me down
Life's too short for whining and complaining
In their own negativity they drown
For twenty-four seven it's non-stop paranoia
Can't imagine living that way
On the sunniest day their sun doesn't shine
I rather spend time making hay
Suspecting the government's watching us
Taping us each time we pee
Had no idea things had gotten that serious
Why such interest in little old me
Well I'm just gonna go on my merry old way
More important things on my mind
Like feeding Dufus and my Persian cat Lily
A good way to stay sane I find
Haven't got time for those cynical people
There's exciting stuff to explore
This friendly old planet is beckoning me
So I'm off to open more doors
They spoke of a Cowboy. Maybe the greatest Cowboy of all thyme is
GalBouis LeRoux! His professional career started manymoons ago.
His Paw was Known named Catgut LeRoux, her was a first chair flutist
in a Sleazy Big Band Get-up. He was also a carnerval worker, taveling regional
area's doing clown jobs and fixing carnvel equipment. One night the strongman
was ill and they asked "Ole Carny" to fill in for him in the rasslin match. He took
the job and still did the gig , taping up his thumb saaying he broke it his losing endeavor
in the bout. His wife said he came home excited and aroused, she said
she became pregant that night, having a Bouncing baby boy nine months later.
People liked making a lyer out of him, so when she called and said she was pregant
and the child was his and to get his" Rutti Tutti songbird ass" down here he did!
GalBouis she said wheeze ah fixing to have us sum chirrin" Years later at the same carnivel were his Ole Paw made his debut, GalBouis LeRoux made his debut bout. "He was sponsered by Accent Cola Brand"
he'd drink the stuff everyday, one night he started talking with an Accent and I called the company and told them,"He crazy now" said his loving wife. GalBouis put your ass in this seat and sign this ole form or paper,Huh, yeah is officail now" she said. GalBouis calmly sat and signed. We is ah fixxing to rassle now, huh? She said hold a oboe and a bottle of expensvie wine,:Get the Bayleaves outta the broth we is ready for eatin now" aint that rite GalBouis LeRoux? Yes Honey he say!
Concrete cracks between the visual impact that
Taking two legged creatures off to step
Night walkers stalk, boulevard bound, to town
Old man, head and cane bent in that direction
Taping solid sounds, hollow notes that don't return
Don't know where to go along the road in dark
Girls in short dresses march with stiletto heels
Break cement's silent night with curses
They turn the corner. Buildings stare at skirts
Bubble gum chews attract attention
Shoes and hearts pounding down into forever
The thoroughfare listens for young girls, who
Move slow, when there is no where else to go
The highway stands alone out there
Not closed for construction as suggested by the sign
The boulevard reflects on clouds dangling soft and low
Precipitation covers up relics in a wash of age
Legs fill in missing steps then walk away
Between the pavement calm
Curved lines remain the same
Hide solemnly in the rain unnamed,
The Newly United Worlds Champion: I signed a contract weeks ago thinking I would be champion by the time this bout came along. The former champion
Kata fought his way into contention and demanded me, he losed and now I'm champion and I got one more championship to claim.I look to meeting two men and the gift from my dillegnace will make me number one over all champions in the entire World. hose in the sound of my voice: like men, I don't mean company titles man, I mean men. Put your pride on the line and look me in my eyes and take the challenge. This time is the right time for Wrrestling and aint no time like now to do this thing! The thing in the ring like men! Championship wrestling like never before. Man to Man tiltes for titles.
Three months later and two more championships collected a group of independant promoters got together and started collecting belts, some retired belts and trophy along side some active belts" They Throw them in the ring and walked off" :one promoter got on the microphone and annouced that the collabrations of these titles under a contract with " Over the Top Entertainment" allows us to recognize the collabration of these enitities and championships united together as Worlds Heavyweight Wrestling Chmapionship. the allowed the number one contender to represent there interest: but wouldn't name him champion , but if he would win against The Big drip Wooga he would be named champion: if he were to lose the Worlds Championship would be unified and the title then would be external to the company with there champion to be named secondary to the new crown. Big Drip won and he left with the championship belt causing twentpanies to unify as him as champion.
The Bigger companies started hearing chants BigDrip in there areanas and durning a live television taping the crowd started chanting Big Drip durning a World Title match. The champion faced a local contender. The champ began shouting at the crowd and the local contender saw an oppurtunity and rolled up the champ to win the title. He beat the guy the next night but it meant the prensence of the Big Drip had reached the Big Leagues!
Thoughts all jumbled up, ideas flitting past.
Staring at the screen inspiration yet to strike.
Taping words on to note pad, then deleting most.
Sighing as you start again a new thought in mind.
This seems to work so you run with it
entering more and more words as a picture forms.
Words become sentences that flow into paragraphs.
At last it holds its audience's attention.
You sit back and read it through with an odd adjustment.
Finally satisfied that it is a finished and polished piece.
Ready to be published on the web, your finger hovers
then you hit that button and hope readers like it.
Long time Shelton, Washington transplants...
also known as
noteworthy Trader Joe's patrons
bass sic lee did treble themselves
conducting taping jam session
assembling (boxing), compiling,
and hermetically sealing tight as a drum so,
a razor sharp machete blade got dull
trying to open in vain said holiday cheer
of awesome delicious goodies,
(especially the yummy
stuffed vine leaves with rice),
which holiday care package
received without fanfare
for this common man,
whose younger sister
(vibrant as Appalachian Spring),
nevertheless wiser sibling
Shari Harris-Dunning
a whiz (hard) at work
tantalizing, teasing, titillating
as a lead wrapper from home grown
organic foodstuffs, she and her bandmates
helped fit perfectly, meticulously,
and snugly together
analogous to outsize constituent components
of intricate jumbo puzzle pieces
amazingly, mathematically,
and thematically linkedin
bearing gifts subsequently mailed
(courtesy the United States Postal Service)
from Bend, Oregon
to Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
Lemme amplify how creative, innovative,
and opinionative yours truly (me)
a humble wordsmith,
who exhibits his freestyle trademark
Scottish matted style avante-garde,
one run of the mill (by the Floss) bard
wannabe wants to rave about your card,
he presumes unbridled
posthumous fame will ensue
after his lovely bones disintegrate
courtesy cremation, which cremains
symbolically distributed across
all four points across the globe,
cuz the earth will solely serve him
as eternal terrestrial graveyard
ashes repurposed hard
to believe buzzfeeding, jump/
kick starting seeds of life
and white lily obliterating ill-starred
legacy which afflicted one mortal
named Matthew Scott Harris,
whose chronic assault
with mental health issues
undermined realizing his potential.
Into the void of cosmic oblivion
eventually goeth as masterly cell bait,
the once unique human
(cited above) as (e) scripted inevitable fate
of all creatures great and small
death promises to liberate
uniting one garden variety,
and generic soul
linkedin among Spiritus Mundi
a never ending tête-à-tête.
SOMETHING I WROTE BY EYE THOUGHTS,
THE SILENCE OF LOOSE CHANGE,
12:00 P.M. THE SILENCE FILLS THE AREA ROOM,
MY CONTINUE THOUGHTS,SOMETHING CONTINUES TO RESUME,
TO STEAL MY THOUGHTS,MY WALK,MY EVERYTHING,
ITS A COMPLETE REALITY,NOT A RESTLESS TOSSING DREAM,
THE STRANGEST OF CHANGE A PIN TO A NEEDLE DROP,
SILENCE EVEN FALLEN LOOSE CHANGE THE SAME,
WORD BUT,DIFFERNT D'EARANGE,
THE WAY THINGS HAVE CHANGED,
WOULD I BE ABLE TO HEAR SEVERAL COINS,
AS THEY TAKE OVER THE FLOOR,
MAYBE A SMALL TAPING ON THE NEXT DOOR,
I'VE DOWNGRADED MY ROARING OF MY HEAVY METAL BLADE FANS,
NOW I HEAR LESS VOICES THE DEMON WITHIN,
A LOSER TRYING TO OVER POWER ME AN EVIL OBSESSED ENEMY,
POSSED, POSITIONED HIS DEMONS WITHIN ME SO HE CAN
HEAR,
EVEN THE NUMBERS OF MY HEART BEATS,
SO I LAY STILL, BECAUSE OF ITS EVIL WILL BE DONE,
WHY MY BODY IT HAD TO RUN, INTO,AROUND,I SMELL,
SOME UNWANTED BREATHE,THE UNCLEANNESS OF SOMETHING THERE,
THE SMALL FRIDGE VERY CALM BUT,THE COLD SETS INSIDE,
THE DEMONS IN MY EYES STILL TRYING TO CONTROL MY MOUTH & MIND,
THE SILENCE OF FALLEN LOOSE CHANGE,
THE ANGER IT RECEIVES WHEN HE SEE'S NO CHANGE,
IT CONTINUES TO WANT,TO ADD CHAINS,
TO KEEP ME,AND DRIVE ME INSANE,
LOOSE CHANGE....I WILL...HEAR CENTS,
PAPER,PINK,PEN,
AS IT ALL SINKS IN,
SILENCE WITHIN.....
BY.ANNODAL
"I'm a vessel
I'm a temple
of the Holy Spirit
I'm a vessel
taping me feel me I'm a container
a receptacle
suppository a drum
have not any disintegrating bones and dust I am not call a urn
me with sign hand mold me shaping me
until I an imaged All Father grieving me to me
until design plans tell me about plans
give me receive I be for your purpose qualifying
quality used me for thy Divine Purpose
Kneed me mold me shape me
need not leave me 5 a.m. solidify me
My flawed forgotten or broken reshaped me
Mold me He chose me He's spoken wholeness and peace
Sweet release amend bend me mold Me Hold squeeze me never leave me in
Mme concessions hold me whisper to my ears I am a blessing
Dress Your Vessel God mode me Temple of the Holy Spirit
I am a vessel sleeping me fill me your container I am the drum
You're calling me I am insured I am endowed with just a drop of your power
For the Masters use
Use me for the Masters use mode me for the Masters use
and shaped me remake me absolute Oh! Lord
I Am Your Vessel
thoughtful inciting security exposed to the Father
you and words and works
I am a vessel
I am shaping I am filled I am contained with his ever-present
I am love I am just calling I am called on to me to be God's vessel
Into thine image All Father speak up into me
you mean much to me received me
I be will purposed I qualify with quality used me for thine Divine Purpose
may not leave me Father feeling flawed forgotten or broken
You spoken to speak wholeness in my life
and peace sweet release in my life
you molded me get a hold of me
if you squeeze me never leaves me but. Still, since of your calling,
you made me your son and daughter.
I Am Your Vessel! "
6/10/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Dizzy loss, and "The American" Stats Strussel became Worlds Champion he changed the name on the belt in the ring making some fans seriously angry. The main Event had been placed as the second match of the evening and with seven more bouts to go some saw that something specail was to happen. The screen over the entrance way came on, and a conversation that seemed non-kayfabe had officails and suited promoters backstage in a wild brawl. Get this the wrestlers were breaking upon the fights. Well the contract was legate and a new promotion was formed backstage. Get this in the contract it stated that the World Champion for 60 days would be head promoter, over-sight manager of the championship committee and head referee.. He sheduled a match aganst a non member of the Promotion and went on TV to call him out. He challenged the World Champion of a rival promotion,
While the new borad of directers were choosen the Promoters tried to stop what they called a coup.
Days later on a Northern Pacific morning show a reporter spoke of the incident and they called the World Champion of the rival promotion, he laughed at the story and said the guy was unbossed and crazy. He said he or the promotion wasn't interested in a Champion verses Champion Event he was to busy and cross promotional show never work out. He said the challenge was an insult to his promotions reputation. One month later during a tv taping in DDanish Pro territory a group of fans were carring signs and calling both propmotion Bullsh$t! A big fight started. When asked if this could have root in the challenge the propmotions both denied causing or being involved. The new copany had been formed and they were looking to oust the Worlds champion, who only had one title defence which was said to be a spectaular bout, it was untelevised and unrecorded. This cause people to doubt this guy sincerity. And then on a singer podcast the match was shown in it's entirity, it generated 2 million followers in three days. Showing that interest in this man coulld yeild a profit.
I love spring and all the bright spring flowers,
the daffodils, tulips the pansy blooms;
oh, I even love those warm spring showers.
I am drunk on all the flower scent fumes,
putting vases of blooms in all my rooms;
and some to brighten up family tombs.
Oh, welcome back sweet butterflies flying,
I love you all- the orange and the blue;
fluttering, drifting- I feel like crying.
Sweet, sweet painted ladies in every hue,
sometimes you come alone, at times a crew;
come, kiss the flowers that for you- I grew.
A robin finds a fat worm on my lawn,
little sparrows are gathering for nests;
and all the birds start their singing at dawn.
I love the concert- do not think them pests,
oh, woodpecker does tap, tap, taping tests;
a hummingbird lands on my hand and rests.
I have been waiting all winter for spring;
for you beloved spring- I want to sing.
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March 28, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/Spring At Last
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1128-273-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Urban Sonnet
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Fifth Place