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feeling his vitamin injection a new adventure begins
a slapstick epic of unfathomable implication here unfolds
as the rat gnawed curtain rises at Ye Bone and Gristle
among the clattering of wooden pints of bitter ale
the floor show a fatigued and spent collegiate symposium
a haggard attempt at ecumenical largess aimed at
raising the unwashed to an occasional and transient grasp
of the larger dimensions that haunt our daily addictions
Prof. Zlotto emeritus deluxe brooded over his maps
summoned by the tedious self-appointed constabulary
to pry somewhat delicately into a mystifying case
of good judgment deferred with a view towards
an increase in immediate cash flow revenues
wagers placed on foul play or the whim of ill fortune
were the options undergoing fuddled prehension
we have before us opined Z expansively from center stage
an antebellumite absolutist abandoned by fortune
skirting the Queen's tariff crushed white and cold
by a bulging bale of contraband Carolina cotton
observe the eyes fully crossed the smirking grimace
while grasping a message in a mangled scrap of menu
none of the Bone and Gristle's brain trust could
tease rhyme nor reason from its random hatchings
Sumerian birdclaw temple cypher went our Professor
fragments from the time of the Great Watery Peril
the gathered lumpenproletariat gasped and murmured
Zlotto's flawless command of forgotten history
was the object of awe and an untidy fealty
my appraisal shall go no further than this room
insisted Zlotto drawing his finger across his windpipe
aye wheezed the unsteady avid archivists of civilization
the hearth's peat flames glinted off Z's gold tooth smile
a million dollar asset with the neighborhood gorgons
fluttering hearts batting about the succulent stamen
Z pondered aloud over the runes inscribed in red ichor
my certainty was never under hazard went Zlotto
what we have here beneath the lantern of exposition
is a blighted invocation of the Blind Mother of Witches
the tenured and tweedy astigmatics drew breath as one
a petition of supplication borne on ancient trade winds
Zlotto's hard gaze scanned the struck dumb congregation
It says only this
as one body the throng leans a full inch closer
only this
fill in your blanks
Frankly Speaking
There is a couple on the beach, they have a small room, been on the beach for years, suffered through the worst of it. They have been through every phase. The Hippie, the war protesters -the poet-the artist - the "free love fest"- the heavy duty weed scene, "hell no we won't fn go" from there; To the board room with a haircut and a suit. Back to the beach, to retire; She still wore pigtails and flowered skirts. Oh, my God, we’ve moved slower through time she thought, and those times now seemed so far away. Contrasting times were here with cocaine, ecstasy, and mushrooms.!
S.S. check gone too soon, these days were not like the old days but vegetarians never die- So we dance at night after soaking up the sun; Growing wrinkled and red and filled with vitamin D... He displays his art- we played on our boombox: Bob Marley and Elton John which drew a crowd. We became as one with South Beach, as we practiced our Yoga, or played our musical instruments and chanted “Nam-myoho-renge-kyo”.
My black friend was so beautiful in her bikini and golden headwrap...She roller-skated past and waved. She was a poet like me... She said she'd be back for the session. A lot of her poems were about David the owner of the Franklin Hotel where we lived. I and other poets wrote poems about the system that tried to impose hate upon us free thinking peoples. People would give us money for sharing our poems, and purchase his art work. We’d buy few mangos and veggie burgers for our dinner, next, we’d wait for the sun to go down.
At night, my Black friend. Oladeji would collect the last 5 bucks, for the Gourmet Franks that she sold to the hungry drunks left over on the beach, who had been evacuated from the clubs for maxed out credit cards. Sad looks and broke pockets were not welcomed.
Which made her hot, fat kosher gourmet grilled franks, smothered in her special onion sauce, even more of a redeeming quality; As her poetic sign read… {FRANKLY SPEAKING…Home of the gourmet franks} ... Oladeji, would chant out her newly learned Spanish words nightly, to the dregs of dejected party goers, she’d shout “Pero caliente, saboya salsa” Rico delicioso”! then again in English; Hot-dogs with onion sauce very delicious.
Growing my hair down below my knees...
stimulated courtesy follicles,
where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed,
Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils
allowed, enabled,
and provided head start
germinating peach fuzz into brown strands
after Flaxseeds, Pumpkin seeds and Fenugreek
being sprinkled on my scalp
yielded a bumper crop of hirsute weeds
occasionally tripping me up
analogous to hallucinogen
causing a public health hazard
warranting, necessitating, and goading me
to give shout out for stylist
to tender mine lovely brunette locks,
which might be repurposed into a wig
for patients undergoing chemotherapy,
or afflicted with alopecia,
(the partial or complete absence
of hair from areas of the body
where it normally grows; baldness).
As a knobby kneed, puny,
scrawny, wimpy kid whose,
(back in the nineteen sixties),
his parents decreed their singular
(painfully shy dorky, geeky and nerdy)
old school boy who sported a buzz cut,
which found him reacting and responding
(in short order rebelling)
passive aggressively by
refusing to bathe
until mommy dearest demanded
(well nigh upon
the bewitching hour of midnight)
to witness her son soaked
and essentially marinated
(until my skin shriveled like a prune)
in the (clawfoot) tub
lest he stink to high heavens,
and given a serious dressing down
by the timely principal Mister Clock.
Far back as I can remember,
the significance of hair
assumed an outsize role,
whether enviously eying other lads
their thick straight hank,
or nowadays bristling
with self reproach
cursed with thinning
greasy limp strands
(interspersed with gray)
experiencing shame being seen in public,
a disgrace to our family name of Wagstaff
and an embarrassment
to the human race
ofttimes associating
myself with Samson,
whereat emotional, physical,
and spiritual strength
rooted (pun intended)
within each hair shaft
(the visible part of the hair
that sticks out of the skin),
and rooted in the skin and extends
down to the deeper layers of the skin
surrounded by the hair follicle
(a sheath of skin
and connective tissue),
which is also connected
to a sebaceous gland.
there are two many vitamins, out there yah!
Enriching supplements;
Some of them are even good for you and natural;
You need vitamin A E C D and U;
Vitamin
Vitamin
A-for the eyes and human body growth
E- for sight increase mortality
C-is an antioxidant and a fight against scurvy;
D- for the bones and dental health
now what could be left
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
I said
there's a vitamin, a vital man;
and we need help
for are spiritual being. . .
Not a supplement, but he's heaven sent;
good for the body
good for the soul
not made from unnatural things;
He's is the purest of all
You and I need
Yes, you and I need
what we need is the vital man
this vital man,, the vital man JESUS
for with Him you'll be blessed
inter/eternally;
I must confess I need more not less;
of His glory;
He's the only one you'll need;
all you need do is just kneel;
repent, be sincere, He'll give you the strength you need;
and we need help
for are spiritual being;
we need pureness and not, just a supplement
we need something/someone heaven sent;
not made from unnatural things
He's the purest of all, all things;
and I need more of Him;
vitamin Jesus
Vital man
vitamin Jesus
Vitamin J for Jesus trust and believe in us cause...
vitamin E He's my all and everything, Lord and savior redeemer of our souls;
Vitamin S No need, no need for anything, anything else no more supplements He keeps me well and I'm blessed;
Vitamin U because He wanted to pled before the Father jour God overall for everything
vitamin S He said all I have to do is received His blessedness;
repent and be sincere and He will be the cure;
He'll forgive your sins
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
whose more than just a mere man;
Not a supplement, but heaven sent;
good for the whole, body mind and soul;
You and I need vitamin J E S U S
for with Him you'll be cured and abundantly blessed;
he's the only medicine you need;
To help cure you from sin;
won't you just try Him;
Vital man
Vitamin J E S U S
written by James Edward Lee Sr.(C)2012
Sept 25 2012
from anthology "There's Praise in Song"
Where would I be if the light shines that seeps the darkness to the trunk of a tree, corner of the road where wayfarer stops to rest where would I be if the building of imagination cloud my heartbeat to the serenity of wanderlust.
Where would I be if the thought of gal written on his innermost, pattern of line sucking pain like peg of rendezvous that render him fruitless ponder to the Panorama Paper,
Where would I be if my bald head where I must learn to taste the soup of life to the sound of personification, where would I be if it fails to describe the velvet in the morning sun from far East of the sky.
Where would I be if the town torn to the twins shape with night cloud of darkness where would I be if the color of my mentality to ball shape where would I be if all the streets weren't dark, where would I be if they pay bills for see the moon in the sky, where would I be if it doesn't let individuals count the stars.
Where would I be if it is dark like monster it surely blames you for my dark skin color to the color of tarmac tightening my understanding where would I be if I have to pay electricity bills while I bath in the sun and count stars everyday, Thanks God the smiling boy keeps on coming from the sky sharing to all.
Where would I be if the sound of bees vanished in the air, to control my imagination, where would I be if the sun stops smiling to the scent of salad,
where would I be if the moon was control by Africa leaders, where would I be if the taste of food was controlled by our greedy
leaders.
Where would I be if the sun stopped given me vitamin D, where would I be if I stopped writing poetry. Where would I be if the night stops swallowing the day, where would I be if the President to construct trains lines in the air.
Where would I be if the city stops to lit candles to see heaven, where would I be if Africa to be self sufficient,
where would I be if I stopped thinking.
Where would I be if the International Criminal Court isn't there, Where would I be if African Presidents weren't indicted to the Criminal Court.
1. It's been years, months, weeks have gone by.
I've grown so much I can barely recognize my reflection. No lie.
Each day more, I've seen you star in less of my dreams and it made me glad.
I wrote a poem or two about the feeling of finally letting go of the best of me—you. My bad.
2. Mom drew the curtains today, I need some vitamin D.
She shut them back when she walked out, watching you ski.
My heart,
it beats,
When you're far and stops when you're near.
3. I thought I would have forgotten about your laugh, silly and cute.
Your eyes were ordinary but canvas worthy. Bullets of memories it shoots.
Your hands were soft as daisies, pretty as lilies. You'd stare at me as if I were a movie. Oh my.
Waves through my hair and entangle with mine under the moonlit sky.
4. I tried hard not to sound cheesy when I say you are my loophole, a bad habit,
A complete *****,
Force of nature, like the earth round its orbit,
Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
5. On a cloudy fall sky, I sat down in our favorite trees, penning down my thoughts.
Ink dries ahead of every word. Would you think I were cool if you saw me now?
Like a green leaf in a rainforest, a canvas stuck in a gallery, did I run out of slots?
Or am I like the river we bathe in when we were young, long gone and replaced. Do I still have a shot?
6. With you?
All through?
7. If not, let me go. I've got other dramas to star in. I won't be a second lead to none.
Can I
Go away, leave me alone in the cold dark forest, barefooted while she warms your sheets.
Hold me, let go, shunned.
8. Is she your forever?
Your seahorse?
Dancing to your favorite tune?
When I only need the source?
9. Your heart,
It beats,
Thump, thump, thump.
It's all for me, she feels.
10. About the poems I lied
Over a hundred, for each I cried
Thump thump thump
It beats
For you
Aphrodite, the goddess of love
Breathed a charm on my skin
Telling it to feel like it was dancing
When the one I love happened
Within sight, where I could embrace
The sweet tenderness of his heart
This feeling was a deep passion
Leaving me with a feeling of allure
The assurance that I was fertile
Like a lush and abundant meadow
Rich in protein and vitamin extracts
Alive with pure, potent abundance
Never barren or lacking intimacy
Certainly not fearful with a cold timidity
Always filled with insight, wisdom and hope
That this moment would bring me
Into the presence of sweet, tender ardor
Beliefs that would take me leaping
From worry and anxiety to pleasing poise
The knowing that everything that comes
Within reach ~ love that is so sweet ~
Arises from destiny’s promise to me
To believe in the joy of a love that dwells
Inside me and my adoring companion
The one who has felt the effects of love
Brought about by the goddess’ arrows
Sent straight through my heart’s center
Enlightening, igniting and inspiring
With feelings and thoughts which color
My entire world with embers of desire
Wanton need for the pleasure I seek
When I feel close to this amazing person
Who enriches my life with their presence
And shoots stars of yearning warmth
Through my body, my core, my depths
Where every joy is abundant and fulfilling
The craving for someone who feels devoted
Who dreams and believes and cares for me
The one who loves them without conditions
And feels like giving without any strings
Feeling closer than a brother or mother
Like intimacy has opened it’s whispery breath
To murmur pure bliss through my breast
Love like this knows no limits ~ it is completion!
A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
July 1, 2020
#RED:
RENDERING A RICH, RIPE, ROBUST REVEALING, {A RAVENOUS APPEALING}
A FIERY FURY/FEVER PITCH IN HEAT INTENSITY PROVIDING FULFILLING IMMENSITY!
BLUE: BURSTING BRILLIANCE OF BEAUTIFUL BOUNTY AND BENEFICIAL BROADENING...
{NATURE'S SWEET NON-COMPETE WITH FLAIR} "BLURPLE" A.K A. BLUISH PURPLE
BEYOND COMPARE...
BEST AMONGST FRUIT FARE...
"BERRY GOOD!!!" "HOW BLISSFUL!!!"
ORANGE: OUTSTANDING IN VITAMIN C BRANDING! ORIGINAL CITRUS SUPER FOOD! {DOES YOUR BODY GOOD!} "ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY PRUNES" OH SO DELICIOUS NUTRITIOUS CLEMENTINES...
MARVELOUS "CUTIE PUTUTIE" MANDARINS....
"I CERTAINLY DEMAND YA'!!!" {SMILE}
LIME GREEN: "LET'S GET INTO THIS ZEST!"
LIVELY TANGY FINESSE I STRESS ;-)
"LARGE AND IN CHARGE" FOR A MELLOW
MEMORABLE APPEAL WITH MEAL... :-)
{TONED DOWN, A TAD BIT BUT STILL "LIT"}
JUST ENOUGH WHILE IT HOLDS ITS OWN,
CAN I GET AN "AMEN" MY GUACAMOLE PATROLE...
{THIS LIMITLESS FRUIT STEALS THE SHOW!}
WHERE LIME RULES SOLELY! LET'S NOT FORGET, AVACADOS WITH ITS LIME GREEN FLESH...
"OH YEAH...OF COURSE, THEE BEST! ! !"
PURPLE: PASSIONATE FUELING PLEASURE TREASURES! ALL FOODS THIS HUE... IS A "PRESENT" IN NATURE'S KINGDOM AND QUEENDOM OF {SUPREME STUPENDOUS GOODNESS}...BLACKBERRIES/PURPLE GRAPES/PURPLE PLUMS/PURPLE YAMS...
"YES! I WANT SOME!!!" SUPERIOR SUPER STARS,
BY FAR!
IMAGINE A TERRACOTTA BREAD...
PERHAPS WITH A CHARTREUSE SPREAD...
OR A BLURPLE DRINK FILLED WITH
NEON* YELLOW LINKS/"PERHAPS PINEAPPLE'S LONG LOST CUISINE COUSIN, I THINK! {HA!}
DON'T FORGET ABOUT BLACK AND WHITE MARBLE CAKE "NO BAKE" COMBO SHAKE...
MAIN INGREDIENTS:
SWEET POETIC ESSENCE
{A MOST GRATIFYING PRESENCE}
LIKE...
COLOR PALLET PLATED SALADS IN FRESH VIBRANT HUES..."JUST FOR YOU!" {SMILE}
MAY "YOUR IMAGINATION" BE SWEET* AS A CHERRIES JUBILEE OR SAVORY* AS A TRUFFLED MUSHROOM WHITE WINE SOUFFLE...
"COLORFUL, INVITING AND EXCITING! ! !"
:-)
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} September 4th, 2023#
"Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces"
John Ruskin 1853
Having lived with our Mom in Sydney for six months
Federal Police returned us to live with our father
He had begun working as the art teacher
at a small Christian school in Tasmania
He and other staff members lived at the school.
I was 8, my sister 6. Geneva was experimental then.
Elementary students were taught together in one hall.
Desks divided from next, talk was completely disallowed.
An American curriculum called ACE was adhered to.
As the art teacher's daughter, naturally I washed all the brushes.
Three utterances compiled in class per day earned detention.
Despite it being 1991, rulers whapped knuckles on occasion.
Cherished butterfly catching buddy, best friend, Penny
Fed apples from ample pile to fence wire necked horses
Dawn saluting dairy sold milk for locals, chapel on site
Peers lived a wall away, an idyllic community lifestyle
Generally, three afternoons per week, my father took
My sister on playground, shopping outings.
I stayed home. Instructed not to go outside.
Staff's children grassy antics gazed at through glass.
I ate vitamin c tablets by the dozen, and scrapings of butter.
A staff member bought all our groceries from a limited list.
I sang for company. There was no radio or TV.
My Dad and sister returned at nightfall. Chewing on sweets.
Alone in the house, I imaged it was a cruising ocean vessel
I sailed down the dim driveway, swamped by giant pines
I took apples, a cow, a Bible, pencils for sketching horses
Sailing on jaunty sun hugged foliage, I was captain
'Geneva Has Evolved'
Constance La France
All The Little Pieces Contest
25th August 2020
How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime
But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust
Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine
Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation