Where will I go for someone to listen to me
hear my cries, feel my tears
screaming inside blank stare on my face
wanting to scream for someone to hear me
living in a world in my four cornered room
wondering why i converse with the walls or the pages of my book.
thats where I go for someone to listen to me
no mis-judgements or comments made
why do i do this to myself its all that I know
wanting to break the silent cycle of isolation
misunderstood, labeled helpless, still I scream inside
a satiric
spunky sperm
twisty tippytoe
through the
outdoor civilization
renewing fairway
to engorge
prospect goat
recasting stubble
noninfectious vibrational
hubbub pyrophobia
luridness hallelujah
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
.
there were thuh
sound
soundz
past yourn think
out
yourn
speak
mine hear'd every
note
"that's the C7
to you
Obone Oboe
oops
i denote"
WRITIN' POETRY
Someone asked me if I could write a poem
For that type of task I'm somewhat known
I had a great uncle that was a published poet
It may be in my genes but I don't even know it
But don't bet no money on it, do not wager
I definitely ain't no English major
Sometimes a subject comes to me
And sometimes it don't
No matter how I try to put it together
Sometimes dang... it just won't
But don't bet no money on it, do not wager
I definitely ain't no English major
Writin' poetry is kind of a crap shoot
It's really quite unfair
You don't know where you're going
Till you hopefully get there
But don't bet no money on it, do not wager
I definitely ain't no English major
Card after card I lay them down
As though a hand guides me.
The Empress and The Emperor look on,
Unamused while The Magician and The Fool regale them.
Meanwhile, The Lovers ride The Chariot
Hoping The High Priestess will grant them Strength.
The Hierophant looks to the future of The World
While The Hermit is forced to practice Temperance.
Judgement and Justice go hand in hand,
Some sent to The Tower, and some become The Hanged Man.
Another day begins with the rise of The Sun, but Death
The Moon, and The Star are the only constant.
Many are victims of The Wheel of Fortune,
Awaiting the day they meet The Devil.
In the throes of Death — a Lull —
As if the Universe withdrew
Its Breath — to let the Mortal — feel
The Edges of the New —
It is not Punishment — to go —
Nor yet a minted Prize —
But something like a Corridor
Where Souls — may Realize —
That Growth — is not a Province held
By Childhood — nor by years —
But blossoms last — in furthest Frost
Unnoticed — by our Tears —
So when the Lantern — gutters low —
And Silence claims the Room —
Remember — Life is but a Seed
That opens — in the Tomb.
L-ittle
H-elp
Y-ou
N-eed
D-oes
A-id
M-ammoth
O-r
J-ampacked
I-mpact
C-arried
A-ccordingly
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Lhynda Mojica)
I do not have a smidgeon of an idea
Speaker is my teenage granddaughter Rhea
I thought you were a senior in college, I say.
She nods her head, agreeing straight away.
Don’t you have to declare a major before senior year?
If I knew you would hound me, I would not have come here.
Seriously, Rhea, what is your major? I ask, trying to sound kind.
“I think I will be queen of the internet; I have that sort of mind.”
THE DRUM MAJOR: MLK
Reaping his harvest,
Nourished spirits marching on–
King's voice echoing:-
With the Drum Major,
Up the mountaintop we go;
Our eyes on the prize:-
King lies within us,
Shepherding us on the way;
Mountaintop climbing:-
King’s nature blooming…
Guided spirits blossoming…
We...overcoming…
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
Epochal courses a tamed countryside,
Spectacle sparkles glowing trees and boughs,
Pedestal weights and measures counter slide,
Sensible enshrine flexible reigned bows.
A sentinel taps chords and ivories,
The typical lose blues and notes the muse,
The miracle resonates mute carries,
A mythical being awaits its dues.
As Bach spirited his classical piece,
Some brought heart and soul, yet their ears came first,
Has God Heaven sent his blesseth song sheets,
Glass box reveals harmonic sharp verses.
Gentle-deft barters simply and ables,
Treble Clef and all the rest, well arranged,
Level weft swaps light, keyboard, and pedals,
Special, left Bach's masterful skills remained,
I just wanted you to know
I bought this up to say
you put me in a bad position
see I have to forsake all others
keep other men away
don't think I am being jealous
or I just needed something to say
saw him winking at my Missus
a smirk and grin: I saw you smile
Said swig your wine and beat-it Mister
next time I won't ne so kind
See you put me in a bad position
tryna unravel me to me to cuss
Gone in side I'll see off Mister
let me shoe this fool away
Guess I need more understanding
I thought I was your man
Why you out here hugging and kissing
cuddling up on some other man
aint got much to say about it
I be back when I cool off
there fresh milk in the pitcher
I just finshed feeding and milkin the cow
Make it easy for the cowboy
sometimes let him get his way
ah happy ending with his woman
is that to much for
ah man to pray
Clang, clang, clang, toots a trolley: X-s-teams,
though it's not the same San Fran by the Bay,
remembrance connects, perspective redeems,
sound stirs, 'Mathis', "It's Not For Me To Say".
Maintained posture as my observance probes,
heedless complacency, schemed convenience,
the prate news reader provokes our earlobes,
heroines chat as a girl grasps missed-chance.
Tram's next stop, the conductor ring updates,
abides fixed whiles, a life away smokes forth,
traffic noise flowing, like manmade primates,
shrieks giving birth...streetcar desired...part.
Ding, ding, ding, went the bell; attuned Judy,
"Voices of Spring", scratched slippers of ruby.
God has given me Major Love
He's giving me eyes to see He woken me up
On thus this new day
We are alive always He be my blessedness
My God is my major love, this new day Dawn
God has given me assurity You make your love
As you loan me eyes to see
His creation is Nature's new day Dawn
God has given me He's my heartbeat
At my mouth looks speaks my soul my heart eyes see
He's every sweetness He gives me abundance joys
He belongs to me and I in Him
We are one and I know you want me
So we preeminate we correlate made your love
Dominate lovingly
He so allowed me to waking up this new day Dawn
He's giving me loan mea mouth to speak to praises
His name is love to me loans me vessel to do His will
As to be His solid physical thing body
And with first thoughts in all that He's brought
He's created a new thing in me
He's giving me a greater love for others
As He has given unto me my God it's my major love
First thing first love Him first my Father first
Is mine Major LoveHallelujah
8/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
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