A Spoke broke.
Once Bespoke,
In the ruins I toke.
What a joke.
Wish I'd croak.
Could a fire stoke?
Can it go unspoke?
Too much smoke,
Im bound to choke.
I see my Shadow as a cloak.
It looks so baroque.
I peer to see no folk.
The fire grows with burning oak.
I might die of heatstroke.
What I heard was not misspoke,
The time has come to uncloak
Yea yea slow poke,
Take another toke.
Just rememeber, you cant de-coke,
Until you fix that effing Spoke!
Two Politicians
Miracle Man
10/9/2024
When politicians tell a blatant lie,
it’s becoming “they just misspoke.”
While both politicians might wish,
to be seen by others as being “woke.”
But it’s always “misinformation.”
when another states the truth.
Both endeavor to control our pen,
when inside the voting booth.
An 80% truth Is A 100% lie.
The Lesser Of Two Evils
(Always Gets My Vote)
Miracle Man
10/7/2024
What once were blatant lies,
are now merely, “I misspoke.“
Are us non degree folks stupid,
or is it another political joke?
Politicians tour the country smiling,
shaking hands and grooving.
But a clue to their “misspeaking”,
they’re lips are always moving.
While they may put us in classes,
seeing us as either sheep or goats.
But we still have what they need,
they can’t survive without our votes.
Vote your conscience
"My fellow Americans
ask not what your country can do for you—
ask what you can do for your country."
John F. Kennedy
Became because
Background bedbug
Boldface bookcase
Blackmail blacklist
Misspoke backstroke
Bellboy below
Blacksmith bluefish
Backside backslide
4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
Lady Melanie with silver locks
Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox.
Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox,
But she loved them less than chicken pox.
Melanie kept free as best she could.
She allowed no time for coquetry
Or Penelope-style stitchery.
But three bores persistence understood.
Trini, a jet jockey CEO
Lived his life allegro con brio.
As his lovely red Lamborghini,
His love raced too fast for Melanie.
Claude, a failed nebulous maunderer,
Gossip, post-modern philosopher
Believed everything in life was free,
Which made sweet Mellie his property.
Her third paramour drove flat-bed trucks.
When Bo misspoke, he would say “Aw shucks!”
And then, hands on, wordlessly switch gears.
She cast him off leaving him in tears.
Single she may wait until too late,
For a blissful bridal altar state.
Should her three bores e'er face a hot date
At least she shall stand at heaven’s gate.
Never misstepped
never misspoke
Her bearing impeccable
equilibrium evoked
Adored by her subjects
bewigged barrister... blimy bloke
Tears flood the world's heart
its queen's not awoke
Albright left our earthly night
To a place where women help each other
Be she minister, president or mother
Be she feeble or has might
She misspoke it was not woke:
Those who’ll help you not
Woman to woman may you rot
Deplorable folk
In hell’s very special place
She rephrased and made it positive:
Women who help women shine
A star through any haze
All bright as she did live
And drink sweet angels’ wine
President Joseph Biden
Is Joe Biden really our President?
That most obtuse White House resident!
Who brought back 1982 sky high inflation!
And thinks he is the MD of this nation?
Only the most dense, buy all his excuses.
Surprised he does blame it on missing Muses!
I feel sorry, when his speeches show he is not well,
He cannot tell, our country is going to hell?
Behind his black mask he is well hidden.
Whilst following Squad rules, he is bidden
Thus, many cannot this year afford a tree?
How very pathetic in the land of the free!
Sad, he pressures the Ukraine to cede their land.
To Russia, violence is the trump card in those hands.
At Bob Dole’s funeral, as usual, he misspoke,.
Had to say” end of message”, this man, a joke!
12/12/2021
Pastels and enamels O’ that I am become a painting;
Mist the colors of beige, tan and browns;
Wrapped around the rainbow;
Contrast each and every stroke;
Liken a poet I color for the words;
Painted rainbows, a blended strokes the runs;
Of the painted artwork;
Longing to become a painting;
Flowing instilled colors running, yet prevailing;
Deep colors rendering;
Blending blues, greens and orange;
Like a musician playing a violin;
Notes spectrum colors ravishing;
Contrast each and every stroke;
Naming of each colored host;
I toast often misspoke I am just a beginner
Pastels and enamels O’ that I am become a painting;
Mist the colors of beige, tan and browns;
Wrapped around the rainbow;
" 9th place Placement in Contest"
For Become A Painting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
*Image of Childhood Memories by WordPress.
On the Good Ship Bubble-Pop
Bubbles, see-throughs, delicate floats,
of voyaged sailless boats,
her captain gauge the air around,
blue cast where none e'er drown,
farther distance -- misspoke, rising,
shapeless bows devising,
now turned admiral, sees her fleet,
eyes rounded sterns complete,
some sway starboard, others go port,
she ventures drafts to sort,
she waits till all had left her view,
ere scuttling added crew,
lifts her makeshift pier container,
blows whistle, no-brainer,
toneless wizardry expresses,
anew fleet progresses,
dreams to be, part of the magic,
fit in spheres? a tough trick!
2021 September 23
*1st Place*
rhyme me rhyme me a poem
~~Eve Roper: Judged 2021 October 05
*RZ checked
Picture #2
Pretty
Reasonable but Still
I digress
Regressing into Old Habits
We all know how hard they die
Harder than life; itself
Uh Oh
I misspoke
For nothing is harder than
Ms. Life, with all of her
Dastardly
Trials and tribulations meant for you
To grow stronger
If you let it
If not
She’ll break you into bite sized, or
Fun sized pieces
Chew you up
Spit you out
Yadda,yadda,yadda
I began life as a gorilla – cumbersome and chunky.
I clunked my way into situations, abrasive and loud.
I also misrepresented and misspoke.
Rapidly became misunderstood and ostracized.
Life was not working...
So I transmogrified myself into a butterfly.
Flitting from place to place, not staying long enough for enemies.
Keeping myself safely out harm’s way
Keeping my emotions inside where they began exploding
So I blew up and had to reinvent myself....
Now I am a lively, happy mountain goat.
I butt people who annoy me.
Defriending them right and left on social media.
A warrior woman mountain goat.
Living my truth, my way.
Pleased to meet you!
Special,
she came
she finally came out
out of the dark, the shadow
cut down from the rope that binds
leaving just The Word behind
we are blind when we don't see
not the surface but the grains
of time, of circumstance
leading and misleading
followers only looking for trust
who shall they trust if not their eyes
their hearts?
their minds?
it's a different time, evolved with a different kind
set in a different space
a separate place
a dying human race
we race for information but we don't dig
we take words for truth
even if only heard from one mouth
baby birds chirping for her food
any morsel will do
she
not like the rest
delves deep
into the context
finding filler from fluff
weeding out the mindless stuff
the misspoke, the unawoke
or aware
she came
and the rest just disappeared
it was not
the new
version
of self that
exists
in the
present
that miss stepped
that misspoke
that messed up
that failed you
that hurt you
it was the
old version
of self that
existed
in the past
that committed
those heinous
acts to the
past version
of you that
once existed
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