ALONE!, said I, things of individualism;
The sheer solo existence, separations
Back into my memories soloing;
What could there be more purely fascinating?
I crave I the straight, smelly solitaire,
That moment my soul grew as a lone star;
Awesome yet so rare…
The crowded populace was quite far;
My emotional state suffered scars;
Help me, someone…all
The silent solitude soloing;
Through which came marooning, marooning, marooning;
Stuck in my soul, mind and spirit;
No other one would come near me they fear it…
Ah, distinctly I was separating
I crave the luckless, lonely alone
Lonesomeness, I didn’t want to go home;
Help me, help me someone;
The sheer solo existence, separation;
Back into my memories soloing;
What could there be more purely fascinating?
Shanty… I just live my life separate from the populace
...I shall just be left
ALONE
12/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Romantic abeyance
evokes such strong emotion
that leaves one flooded
and renders the heart motionless.
The heart is a lonely hunter,
nagging and urging my body,
then leaves a constantly fixed mark -
perhaps emptiness…
Marooning my softly mourning mind,
with divine appointment:
a velvet-smooth caress
absolves my fearless affection.
Khaaaaaaaaaaaaan!
Ricardo Montalbán
Again plays Khan.
Marooning his nemesis Kirk inside a moon
The part ends with Singh’s doom.
Lamp shade shrouds my blanched soul
Dimming, residual light o'er weary heart doth roll
Flickering memories cloud my intellectual pole
Obscure shadows flutter through subconscious pinhole
Dusk, fading hope through my restive spirit doth stroll
Encroaching darkness shutters my resolve; my psyche doth patrol
Murky thoughts leaf through my sensory scroll
Shimmering reflections flounder, then my inner being roil
Foreboding sentiments my sanity will parole
Oscillating dreams eclipse all feelings of control
Loosely anchored in sinking ship; fueled by despondency's blackest coal
Mournful echoes sound in waves, marooning courage on lifeless
shoal
Last glimmer of twilight, now must pay the woeful toll
Shattered and shipwrecked brokered to misery's dole
14 July 2010
The Sea Rover
Moving sideways or careening
All hands hoay and avast ye
Sea dogs and landlubbers go on pillaging
Jolly Roger is flapping guarded by cannon and artillery
Pistol, daggers, and doubloon among things inside the sea-chest
Walk the plank if they caught you as offenders
Or heave to an island and marooning them as helpless
Yo ho ho! and a bottle of rum as a way of pirate’s laughter
As the ship rolled about on high seas
Plenty of cackle fruit to serve a salmagundi
A drink of grog or bumboo wobbled their sea legs
In tossing ship, proves them as scallywags
Blow me down! alerted by a cannon blast
The enemies have climbed on their Jacob's ladder
Black spot meet their way on to Tortuga’s vast
All hearty and brave soldiers have fallen to Davy Jone’s locker