Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been
These broken nails
Not pretty to look at,
My triumphs, my fails
Mean more than that
Been scratching away
Digging for some end,
By night, by day …
‘Til they begin to bend
Once polished to a shine
… Is perfectly cracked,
With pulled hair of mine
And my nerves wracked
All glitter, all gold …
Neither one can stay,
But, broken nails, I'm told
Says something anyway.
"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
tooth
jagged, canine
aching, decaying, eating
denture, enamel, manicure, claw
grabbing, clenching, filing,
etched, pinpoint
nail
Nail on The Floor
Glass half full
Glass half empty
Life that’s null
Or life of plenty
A screw on the floor
Is not one falling
But just one more
To our life’s building
The choice is ours
Each day to take
Whether rich or poor
Life’s what we make
I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored,
Typing on my phone, restless and alone.
I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes.
I like them, it’s my favorite color - I don’t know why.
I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice.
I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste nice.
There’s a really old lady at the check-out, she’s moving very slowly.
She’s paying with cash and coin, from a pouch, counting carefully, holey-moley.
She’s frail and reminds me of my Grandmère, with her white hair,
her sturdy shoes, I want to pick her up and hug her - but laissez-faire.
When my turn came, I waved my Apple watch over the pay terminal - it’s fast and contactless - like the whole world. Does anyone hug old ladies anymore?
The story could not become stale:
Farouk had pilfered from a mail;
Also, in some shop picked a pail
And, yet, another a huge bale...
When things began to read "Jail"
Farouk had already turned tail
And for waiting ears had his tale:
That he had come to some friends hail,
One of them male and the other female.
Then, a Ben chose to at him rail,
Swearing to lock him up, no bail:
For simply leaning on a bale
And insisting he'd touched a pail,
His guilt linking with his face pale
And this repeating without fail...
So, please, Smart Cops should not me nail,
For this is all about False Trail.
A carpenter for a clean job poised
And for a new ceiling I rejoiced.
Like soldiers' flag he did ceiling hoist,
His eyes of full true confidence moist...
A carpenter who knows a good joist
upon him you can't a bad one foist,
From afar would pick its sad fake smell,
Long before his hammer hits the nail.
The poised I had his price paid fully:
All that he'd asked for brought duly,
Pledge to not kill his time made truly;
Orders for his drinks given coolly.
A paid carpenter, I know, just works,
For if he does not his bottle corks.
I have been systematically bitting
my nails since I was 6 year's old
so I am told
Sometimes way down past where
the skin begins and blood starts
And it hurts so much I can't even
pick stuff up
And yes I know it's a filthy habit and
it really hurts
I have somehow never been able to stop
So what is the explanation or only
conclusion to be gained
Am I in fact a sadist do I love pain
1 thing is most definitely for certain
I must quite obviously be stupid
because I know what I am doing
to myself
And even despite all this I still won't
be stopping any time soon
Nailed it
hammer
handy, headed
clutching, sounding, striking
bludgeon, mallet, pinpoint, fastener
protruding, retracting, projecting
pointed, rusty
nail
Date created: 07/03/2022
Finger, like so many, aims at me
and then at something else.
Finger is a small yet significant creature.
Finger's addressing me by pointing,
pointing to me, saying,
saying without speaking.
Finger sports a nail that may hold the significance
of that creature, that digit: brown-ended with soil
or brightened with soap on a bright-cleaning brush.
One or the other (as they say).
Finger will point up or down or way across
at me, at you, at her, at him, at it.
Finger may dip its eager end into cream or candy
and move swiftly to eager lips,
be licked, sucked on, causing eyes to brighten and smile.
Finger may point a mile
up the lane or down the road,
up to heaven or down to hell.
Ah, finger, you can be friend or foe (as they say),
or something between those two
with or without significance of expression.
(May 2022)
Cotton candy coloured toe nails
Outlast washing from many showers.
I took a step
My feet got wet
Just a drop of spit on my lip
I wink my eye
As then I’d cried
Because I’d slipped and fell on a rusty nail
6/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
When you an important exam fail,
It’s like you’ve stepped on a nail,
As worrisomely you ail
And seem not a little pale.
At suspected mockers you rail
And at those who would you hail,
For as long as they close to you sail
With scarcely trusted redeeming tale…
You’re a prisoner’s heart beating for a bail
But no consoling news from the mail:
Your harsh father to put you up for sale!
Look what you have done to my shoelaces, Fluffy!
Now that's hardly a nice thing to do.
There are things in this world, from a twig to a bone,
that are more admirably suited to chew.
I don't wish to be hypercritical, Fluffy.
You might easily have done something worse,
but there are things in this world, which, not done up,
lead one all too soon to a hearse.
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