The giant gray marine squamate, the mosasaur
Called lizard of the Meuse River, forevermore
Some think you are extinct, but I know differently
I met you Wednesday in the Magellan Sea
MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
they can't slip one past me
intellectuals, smarty-pantses
I know what my eyes can see
it's ninth grade geometry
good thing pilots and sailors know
the top of the earth is flat
I'm not sure about the bottom
where the roots hang through
on top, there's a hemisphere
that's where you see the sun and moon
why don't they bump?
only God knows
9th grade geometry works on a flat surface
Horace Greeley said it
go west like Magellan
circumnavigate the world
you end up in the same place
you avoid the edge
where monsters be
you've gone in a wide circle
I live in the center of the world
and cut a smaller circle
only thing I haven't figured out
what keeps the ocean water
from draining off the edge?
named the peaceful sea
by Magellan for calmness
as far as eyes could see
hiding its a ring of fire
in its molten lava heart
the great blue ocean
bares both its cradle and claw—
serene, yet unbound
peace lies in its great vastness
keeping stormy foes apart
beneath peaceful seas
warship wrecks are silent graves—
names lost to the tide
as the Pacific hides grief
salted down under its waves
storm battered ships paused,
awed by calmness without end—
sky wedded to sea
spell bound by its peacefulness
never knowing what it hid
Watermelon is a hard word
to try and find a rhyme
And I thought that I could
If I would take the time
So, I've travel far and wide
From Mount Dora to Saint Helens
But couldn't find a word
That rhymed with
watermelon
I have asked Honest Men
all the way , Down to a Felon
I've whispered pretty please
Other times simply yellin'
Searching every corner of the earth just like Magellan
And I still can't find a rhyming word for
watermelon
I've pondered over books
From real trash to Best Sellin'
Worked out every rhyme scheme
Till my brain started swellin'
If Mister Webster knows, he for sure ain't tellin'
About a word that just might rhyme with
watermelon
Magellan proves right
The world can be conquered through
Gold, guns and glory.
Rocking back and forth with a Magellan hat, Lennie prepares for sailing.
Incoherent babbling is heard from the explorer on all fours.
Items of existential curiosity, once seen from afar and distant, are now within reach.
Unbeknownst of this capable ability are those that keep watch, giggles to self.
Driven by wonder, soft thudding perks the ears of the canine companion.
The pain of fence posts cutting through tissue leaves a snail trail on the floor.
Finally making landfall, the little giant scales rectangular glass framed in wood.
Pauses, send deafening echoes to the villagers safe inside, stunned in silence.
Bored of this impenetrable defense, climb further to the cliff edge to peer over the brim.
A village made of logs, glittered snow that sparkles on hand, little people frozen in time.
With a reverse Midas touch, ends the curse of the village with the gift of flight.
Awoken, the God and keeper of the village imprison your curiosity in a netted cage.
12-28-22
An Existential Curiosity
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like Mount St. Helen.
And if the crowd won’t get real loud,
no worries; I’ll be gelling.
I’ll spit some seed to pick up speed
and crank and grind and peel some rind
on my trusty watermelon.
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for the A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 06/28/2022
Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~
It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
...and I am Copernicus"
As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"
"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
…and I am Isaac Newton"
You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
…and I am Howard Carter"
You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
… and I'm Thomas Edison"
You get somber and
ask if loving you is such
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
… for I am Archimedes
written 29 Jan 2022
i am the man who weeps for the world
i am the man who weeps
i do not, I will not
bleed for the world
i’m not the one who bleeds
little sister, my love
do not dry your eyes on my account
i am a fleeting consolation
i have been
to the ends
of the world
i have seen
the great emptiness (it lies)
on the other side of that horizon
On such lovely mornings
I dive into you
Fingers probing
your ebony hair
Pausing along the sexy winding
curves of your ear
Winding the sacred trail
down along your shoulder
As you lie sleeping
I am Magellan
And
You are new country...
Horatio Magellan Crunch, sails the seas
Captains a ship called the Guppy
Was born "on Crunch Island in the Sea of of Milk
He's also know as...
Cap'N Crunch
3/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
Inhaling bold
magenta skies,
Magellan tangerine winds,
lucid sunlight,
sumptuous wheat.
Divergent arms,
like a wheel,
spinning adventurous
cords of gold.
Precarious needle
might pierce my finger,
causing me to bleed,
to curl up in a ball
and fall asleep.
I’m not afraid!
I trust Him who
~ spun each star ~
covered in
~ scarlet yarn ~
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Terra Dal Fuego
Ushuaia the southernmost town in Argentine when I dreamt
of going there, we got around about on sturdy horses
herding sheep with Portuguese immigrants, islands protect
Terra Del Fuego from worst of the oceans meet, and it is
called the roaring forties. Now it is a modern town no horse
manure in the road the smell of wet wool has gone too
yachts moored in the harbour they sail the Magellan Strait
thus avoiding the duel where two giant oceans meet
Ushuaia was the end of the world no one came here except
weird people and no temperature difference between
the seasons, yet no it is bustling with would be sailors with
rolling gait suited for a heaving deck, but they can wait for
calmer weather; the amateur sailors wore a captain’s cap
and blue blazers with shiny buttons on
almost a sonnet
Off Terra Firma sixteen weeks now.
My legs take roots; my eyes become infinite.
Past the Tropic of Cancer, the Lesser Antilles.
Talk of brown skinned girls, Purple Clouds of Magellan.
The Southern Cross peeking above the horizon at 18N°.
Those first few nights I stared at the wrong stars in my
confident knowing. A seabird landed
on the gunwale and mocked me, “Sunk now are your
North Star and Great Bear.”
“Sunk now are your North Star and Great Bear.”
I unlock an ancient mystery.
You take shape like a paragon in the sky.
Four beaming stars agleam forming the points of a cross.
Climbing higher and brighter. To be steered upon due south.
By Terra Del Fuego, you are directly above. Your language is universal.
Taking up our stern till we sink into the El Salvadorian night.
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