I raise my voice in an ugly way
angering my family
the dog still loves me
I rant and storm about
kicking and throwing things
the dog licks my hand
I shriek, wail and whine
my family disappears
my dog puts his head in my lap, loving me no matter what
drum crumb
sum gum
hum mum
You said it was 'simple tommy' a zionist to be.. If you thought Jews should have a homeland..Yet last time i noticed.' Simplicity, did not present to me.' I see it as a convoluted set up.' With con-vid arms
And coups..Subversion and 'deep agendas' drugs human traffiking, an evil stew.' I see there is much vying with some type of a 'cabal' creation of ( b l m ? ) by scoros; hell.! Then there are 'Jews.' For Palestine?' No mention of them ( no show
And tell.?) I just don't see this case as simple.' Maybe I'm not up to date.? Yet I
Just feel to raise a question.' Before all gets 'labelled, as simply' it was just; all in our fates.'
She loved to travel…
so they traveled…
across the land…
the sea…
the sky…
but it was she who always planned their trips…
one day…
she asked him why?
He smiled when he heard her question…
then took her in his arms and said,
“All this time…I thought you knew...
It doesn’t matter where we go…
as long as I’m with you.”
"A Serious Matter" is a free-verse-ish or "loose" villanelle.
A Serious Matter
by Michael R. Burch
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter:
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Now even though you’re my chains’ begetter
and keep me your slave with that braless sweater,
I love you better despite the fetter.
You say you’re afraid that you’re getting “fatter,”
but your curves are my lust’s prime aider and abettor.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
When you come to bed in sheer lace, my thoughts scatter:
first to the firmer, then to the latter.
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter!
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Hot summers dry up the land
The dirt crumbles under the heaviness of disrespect
Fresh flowers adorn the land
Covering the uneven burial grounds
Overshadowed by privilege
What better way to claim superiority
By soiling the plantation they stand on
Ignorance crowds the air
Cast aside by vows of love
Tainting history with a wedding
The stories of black labour whitewashed into a picture of a bride in white
Covering the truths in a veil of fragility
Ironic how they use the innocence of a white wedding
To ink over history
A picture is worth a thousand words
A simple picture of a now conjoined family
Haunted by secrets of ownership
How the brides grandmother was once a girl
Who stood on this same plantation
Watching her parents become slave owners
A simple picture
Once innocent becomes a sinister backstory
A history haunted by the darkness of whiteness
Flower petals spread across the venue of black bones
Not to pay respect to those buried
But to honour love consummated on the grounds of black history
Smiling in pictures with a tainted memory
Plastered in magazines profiting off of slavery
But hey at least they gained popularity
SQUIRRELS' LIVES MATTER
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With tiny paws raised, scurry of squirrels took a stand,
"Dear gardener, how dare you! This is quite unplanned!
You’ve vacuumed up our nutty feast,
Our food supply substantially decreased.
Now we’re left with just crumbs in the strand!"
With their cheeks full of nuts, they declared,
"We demand that our acorns be spared!”
With a chant and a cheer,
They made it quite clear,
“Our hunger should not be impaired!"
They marched with their tiny fists bold,
In search of their acorns, their treasures of gold.
With signs made of leaves,
They voiced their grievances,
While the gardener laughed, "Oh, do be told!"
"Dear squirrels, your acorns are safe,
In the shed, they’ve found a new place!
So rally your scurry, your crew,
And I'll bring them straight to you,
Now your anger for me you must erase!"
If a conflicted carrot
based on its looks
could feel it's a parsnip
it would be a turnip for the books
and should confused chard
on corn do a number
lettuce hope the offspring
isn't a baby cucumber
some plants are quite confounded
in my garden bed
sadly the rhubarb is convinced
it's celery badly sun-burned red
Though maybe it doesn't show,
I just thought that you should know
my pain continues to grow.
It's not that I wish for you to go.
It's just, my little so-and-so,
that you're standing on my toe.
Just a container for the child?
Just someone who you can come home to?
Like it or not she means more to me than that
Had this ache only she can cure, had this fever she’d be able to control
She was my strength, my stability, my will to keep going.
Why’d I have to go and ruin it?
Both didn’t want to end it but it was needed to heal and grow as people.
How much is one supposed to give until it’s enough.
How much can we give of ourselves until we’re gone.
But since she’s been gone I’ve lost stability of the world around me.
She was my lucky rabbits foot, and now I’m all out of luck.
In Total Darkness - Naked Doesn't Matter Anymore
AI Can Never Be Enlightened.
-Gray Squirrel
06-03-2025
UNIVERSAL MATTER SUBSTANCES- IN PLANETARY
Sun
Planet maybe star
blasting, blighting, shining,
planet universe matter substances
lateraling stellateing
Lunar rocky
Moon
6/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Essence Poem.
No need, indeed, chaff and chatter,
Positive hocus focus, doesn't matter.
"Go along to get along" a wise man he once said
(altho' I don't concur)
but it occurred to me
neither follower nor leader be if you want to get ahead
and if the herd you stroll behind please do consider the view
(but not too closely)
yet what is worse yes you may curse
that which you step into
some believe the squeaky wheel it should be removed
(not receive the grease)
as all's smooth-run when replaced by a working one
or so it has been proved
to mindlessly open the mouth thoughtless of going kaput
(only to change feet)
it seems to me an opportunity to put a bullet in one's foot
the nail that sticks out it should be applauded
(not hammered down)
as one may fall for anything
and those who stand for something they should be rewarded
tho' possibly preaching to the choir some say it's idle chatter
(willy-nilly silly patter)
let's not forget to forgive or to live and let live
as ALL lives matter
Do you ever
Do to yourself
What you've done to others
So you know the pains
That comes with it
It's so crazy
Very lazy acting without thinking.
I just hope
You get
What you
Wish on another
Not preaching
Ain't a pastor
But a God son
God save us
From what we don't know
Bless us
With what we've never own.
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