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Ole to yon poet writer of words
Yet engaging tarring rhythmically graphics
As all four corners images edging
I have dreamed of these those sketches
I heard an endearing, developing edging
That moment my soul grew Polaroid™
Much I marveled this irresistible press release
Extra-extra read all about it
I remember I was benefiting, computer buffering
By the grave I saw the waded balled up papers
I awoke and flung the printing ink everywhere
Deep into that darkness tattooing covering my skin
When I thought of the art
I remember I was drawing
But in the fact that it was growling
I discovered the sections
The cartographic cartoon classing
Back into my memories enticing
Disciplining and disciplining with my article
And the images never titillating
I crave the pleasurable, palatable poster
Deep into that darkness paragraphing
The deleted drawing diagraming
That moment my soul grew 7th
Much I marveled the exciting blurb text unreadable
While I crave the surprising, scrumptious spelling
For my editorial essay entrancing picture that
Fingering writing on this old Royal™ typewriter, tap-tap-tap-tapping
1/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee ©2022
"O, Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.
And God granted it. . . Voltaire
I grew up Ojibwe in a pure white world,
my long black hair was straight and never curled;
and I was bullied bad,
inside it made me mad!
Then one day I unsheathed my sharp sword,
all the hurt and the sadness within poured;
this brave warrior would not be ignored!
My rapier bloody,
I had not one buddy;
my time was all study.
There was no time to wallow in pity,
it was a bloodstained battle not pretty;
my only friend was with a black kitty.
Yes, I grew up Ojibwe in a pure white world.
My soul became blood-soaked from the fierce war,
the haters returning again for more;
I knew how to evade,
and to parry my blade!
The bullies were relentless and savage,
my true essence they wanted to ravage;
I waded a brutal battle to salvage,
this shy Objibwe girl.
On pages of white my words twirl,
with my sword pen words I swirl;
you see, I studied hard and my sword is words,
I thrust them out but they fly away birds.
A pen was the weapon I used on those nerds!
Still, my soul is blood-soaked from that fierce war.
A quote by Micky Mantle
"A gang is where a coward goes to hide."
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September 15, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Unsheathe Your Sword
Copyright Protected, ID 18-4538-0915-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I waded through the waist deep snow
Lost and forgotten where no one would go
Evading failures and faults of my own
Cleverly hidden but now I am grown
Expectations of Love and forever more
Unreceptive misgivings always close a door
And as I am so lost inside here I am free
In open unjudgemental ecstasy to just Be
Reservations unchained harsh words gone
My journey begins like a sad lovers’ song
Forgotten unloved pushed till I broke
They sat there and laughed to them a joke
A dog at my side a stick in my hand
A prayer on my lips no map of this land
Stars as my guide dog as my friend
Walk on hopeless soul till the journey ends
Here I am in a place so familiar;
I've transported myself
To a serene distant shore
With periwinkle blue skies
Hovering above my head.
It's soothingly tranquil here.
The sights and sounds are captivating!
I hear faint mellifluous bird songs,
Incessantly murmuring zephyr
And the sounds of crashing waves.
I watch the waves crash
As I inhale the misty sea air;
I feel it on my skin, but alas,
It's not the same without you this time.
As I watch the waves crash yonder,
Exploding sky-high on jagged rocks,
My mind holds only thoughts of you.
We've waded into this diaphanous,
Knee-deep shallows together.
We stamped our footprints on these white sands
Not so long ago. I feel the paradise blues
Because I desperately miss you
And wish you were here.
Isn't this haven made for lovers anymore?
This peaceful shore would be heaven
Only if you were here
Chasing the afternoon sun with me.
Despite it's beauty, it's the loneliest place.
Nature blows a sad trombone
As I watch the waves crash
my finest moments are littered
with broken pieces of twilight,
and Crucifixion silenced
my hall of soul and light
but as the first moment
after the chaos of a storm,
light returned to filigree
and bewitch me every morn
my illumination came
with skeins of pain and pride,
and yonder on the windowsill
my hide is tanned and dyed
Ive wandered off the path
and traveled terrain for goats,
I waded through the mud
and around a castles moats
my walkabouts have taken me
to places far and wide,
but deep within my being
each cell is wattle lined
my ills and pains are eased
when I look just out the door,
and gum trees stay a swaying
and leaves do dance the floor
and endeavoring to fill
the hole that scars in part,
I bend and pick up red dust
its the essence of my heart
THE UNDAUNTED
The roar of the pride silence no cricket
The wise knows the breeze is never daunted
When the wind joins force wth the rain
Threatening the palm tree to shed its fronts
For decades it has waded scores of such
Stronger and taller the trunk has grown
I'm a god among the gods
My breath makes the galaxies shiver
Death scares for its life at my anger
I am the undaunted
The tricky laughter never fades out from caged hyena
No matter the folds on hare's limbs
The stretch is unravelled in a fox's chase
I am the air
In my stroll I am wind
In my race i am storm
I bathe your skin in a cool day
If I raid the streets
I give wings to the sands and make them fly
If I stage a dance upon the ocean
I raised a troupe of standing waters
Then I swallow loaded vessel
And make them moor in my deep belly
I am the undaunted
I am water, in my calmness
I adorn your yard and bear a pet name pool
When i rage, i am a hurricane
Call me Caterina or Dorian
I am still me
I bond with my likes
I shake the groung on my enemies
I make them tremble
Call me a fire when calm
You will know my name when on rampage
I am the undaunted
FM CONCEPTUAL ?
Anne Bonny- Pirate
Anne Bonny preferred the pirate’s life
She turned her back on being a wife
And cleverly hid her womanhood
In buccaneer’s guise ignoring all good
She sailed the seas as gallantly as the rest
Sadistic and callous, she couldn’t care less
She swore and drank with the rest of the crew
Matching strength and skill with energy anew
One day a crew mate spotted her boobs
I’ll kill so I will, he was ready to abuse
Out came her cutlass as quick as a flash
The poor man had no-where to dash
He went overboard to his watery grave
She gleefully watched and gave him a wave
Her sword finesse had definitely paid off
No further hassles, her shipmates laid off
The captain was her friend and lover
who could want someone much tougher
Until one day after a successful quest
In jewels and bounty, they got the best
Too much rum and too much grog
Too drunk to fight, they’ll soon get flogged
A sloop came alongside to retrieve the cache
Anne and friend waded in for a bash
They battled bravely for more than an hour
Alas their fate proved rather dire
The reprisal had been very well fought
But not good enough, they were all caught
The bezzlers would suffer a horrible death
Free, the women went, relief in their breath
They were preggers you see so had a reprieve
Anne’s story rests here, it seems hard to believe
But her ending is still guessed at by all
Now her spirit rides, the waves as are her call
The river’s running higher than the river’s run before
I knew it was; there’s three feet of it on my kitchen floor
And next doors garden shed came crashing into my front door
But I needed a number two and I could wait no more
I waded to my staircase and I clambered up the stairs
Getting to my bathroom was the biggest of my cares
I did what needed doing and the paperwork was done
But when I flushed ‘my bear’ it came back with another one
And now the water’s rising right up through my bathroom floor
Those two big bears are bobbing between me and that there door
I really need to get out but the pipes have changed the score
For those two poopy bears have been joined by another four!
My loo looks like a fountain spouting such a frothy stink
I’ve got out of the water for I’ve climbed up on the sink
My loo then spouted something that was like a poop from hell
It seems I have a neighbour who is really quite unwell
And then I heard a yell, ‘the water’s going down a bit’
I grabbed a really deep breath and I made a break for it
As I left I turned the gas on and I lit a candle
And swam like hell because the clean up this man couldn’t handle
I got about a hundred feet and then my house erupted
And I got splattered with the stuff with which it was corrupted
If ever this recurs I’ll check the things I should be knowing
Like what goes up must come down… and which way the wind is blowing
I somehow missed the river in these woods
Until I heard water dripping onto heavy moss
A whisper in earthen tongues
A hymn sung in deep green
Stepping to the water, I sought a name.
I bled into color and waded into aimless conviction.
The surface interlaced my fingers—playful
The current rose to my shoulders and I felt the waves from within them
Folding around and under my arms
Tracing my back in a dance that mirrored the fluttering of my fingertips
A cool weight against my chest and rising up through my throat
A breath suspended between my lips, unsure of its direction,
Wavered
Until I fell from within like a rain cloud
I poured out as I drank in
Colorless abandon and sparkling mirth
Cloudburst and spring
I stood frictionless on her bed
Finding those softened edges that fit into mine and held me steady
But the trees whispered their scattered ramblings,
And my fingers faltered in the flow,
The earth rose to swallow the current
And the stones shed their last sorrowful rivulets
Back to the road as the fading light greyed
Unanswered and unguided
As before yet renewed
Past the the trailing reaches of the canopy,
The wind sighed at the darkening sky,
But as I left the green I smiled:
Flashes on the horizon and rumblings in the earth
Echoes of her soundless song
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !