A cacophony of sound surrounds me,
As dissonant music blares into my mind.
I sit in front of my computer
to type away my latest poem.
"Are these your dirty shoes, dear?
We have a rack for them, you know."
"Why is our towel soiled, dear?
Were you fiddling with your car?"
Whining and carping, objecting and wailing.
Oh, for a precious moment of silence,
That I might be alone
That I may be allowed to concentrate
On my tenuous inspiration
Before it dissipates
Into its normal useless insubstantiality!
Gone is my poem, like a frightened bird.
Loving him is like a cul-de-sac,
No escape, his beauty blinds my sight,
A radiant glow, fierce as hell's fire,
He knows how to soothe my temper's might.
Euphoria engulfs me in his embrace,
Like nothing else, his touch sets me free,
But oh, the Italian cuisine he adores,
Night after night, it fails to please me.
Not objecting, simply not aligned with my palate's longing.
He tries to please me with love's sweet power,
In this cul-de-sac of love, I reside,
With unbridled joy, navigating the twists and turns.
Why do life sucks?
Why is it all about luck?
Why can't a thing go my way?
Why those annoying people have a lot to say?
Why do I have to study without any will?
I'm young, and I want to chill
Why do I have to follow that famous trend?
What's wrong with my messed up friend?
I don't see anything wrong in being rebellious
Not everyone can be religious
To all the adults who expect us to be "perfect"
We are objecting and we'll continue to object
You cannot break our dreams
Just wait N' watch, how we walk through your extremes
Terror deep into that darkness scaring
Terror death shall bring out extremists
Death long I stood there provoking, declaring scaring
Terror I crave the terrorist, tearing
Terror you warned me about the sparer, not caring
Terror overreacting and overreaction with my militancy
I protest as I contest
I have dreamed of the elements
I crave the material, militant! Militants!
But in the fact that it was dripping
Still is whipping, still is whipping, whipping up destruction and terror
Much I marveled the material battlefield
The military melancholy mussing
Terror while I pondered, tearing and sealing just short of stealing
Terror deep into that darkness objecting
Terror death shall bring substances
“It’s that beating, “so I muttered
Terror picking up dead bodies that clutter
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Call it as it is!
Not mistaken.
Not uninformed –
They just don't care!
Death in record numbers
at our Southern Border;
Death in the streets
of large cities from
Fentanyl...They just
don't care! Mask-less
getting her hair done;
at the seaside with
his obedient dog, steak
for him and Kibbles
for the population. She
parties in Florida,
while the streets of New
York are rapidly becoming
an uninhabitable sewer –
Even pigeons, rats and
roaches objecting to
piles of feces on sidewalks,
along curbs, obstructing
their normal foraging, healthier
diets of tossed pizza, bagels
and imported lox – They just don't
care! Using God and religion
as a prop, to control the naive
masses, while they get richer,
sitting ever higher on their
imagined Royal Asses. Already
card-caring Mammon's. They
just don't care! Obsessed
with Pursuit-of-power –
badly in need of a soul-cleansing
shower – the Devil Delighted,
fiery-plans for each selfish-hide --
advance reservations on a
Subterranean Ride –
Ripping the air
in shreds between us
the curve of your ass
couldn't be found in molten glass dribbles
objecting to breathing
Velcro lips
bone on hip
fingers slipped
on a strippened tongue
sandpaper groan
don't go don't...
Someone over 200 pounds, start at the lowest setting
On an Elliptical Trainer can burn 400 calories, that's bed wetting!
Says the brochure
Gonna buy one for sure
Soon be a trim senior if my ticker doesn't start objecting
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen burning
and you can grasp the nature of your suffering
When alluring wonders in silence you keep admiring
and the words within you are still and hiding
When you muse and long for verse reciting
and the Muse of poetry, your soul invoking
When to all the missing links I am yielding
as every ounce of me aching for poetry, my life sustaining.
August 5th, 2020
A political Opinion
(idioms taken from More Texas Sayings)
Composed: by Miracle man
3-26-2020
I believe she’s “so narrow minded
that she could look through a keyhole with both eyes,”
and could “start an argument in an empty house.”
When it comes to objecting, “she’s faster than small town gossip,”
and “so crooked you can’t tell from her tracks if she’s coming or going.”
I’ve always felt it’s better,”to keep your mouth shut and seem a fool,
than to open it and remove all doubt.”
She’s “like a rubber nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.”
I’ve seen “her eyes stick out like a cowcatcher on a switch engine”
she “looks like death warmed over.”
because “she’s been around since water was wet,”
But,”she can strut sitting down,”
and believes that, “if she crows the sun comes up.”
Most politicians are like hogs, “they can’t pass a mud hole,”
and when they get their way, “they’re as happy as a hog in mud,”
but compromise “is like putting socks on a rooster,”
and “a hit dog always howls”
Tom
Senryu
A cynical person
Protects his soppy heart
From mawkishness
Senryu
A lurid nightmare
Is an extension of a day
That went ing bad
Senryu
They say he is rude
When objecting against old age
They expect poise
Acidic Tongues Said, Stone Her
Written: by Miracle Man
6/11/2018
It’s easy to stand on the fringes and complain,
While vehemently objecting to another’s view;
A dissenter casting stones at things of disdain,
Destroys no quicker than our acidic tongues do;
“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone;”
John 8:7
Acidic Tongues
Written: by Tom Wright
6/11/2018
It’s easy to stand on the fringes and complain,
While vehemently objecting to another’s view;
A dissenter casting stones at things of disdain,
Destroys no quicker than our acidic tongues do;
“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone;”
John 8:7
Someone over 200 pounds, for 30 minutes at the lowest setting
On an Elliptical Trainer can burn 400+ calories, that's bed wetting!
Says the brochure
Gonna buy one for sure
Soon be a slim trim senior, if my ticker doesn't start objecting
Within that rule of thumb
that I am vanquished, yet among
majorities ~ the role's succumb
I cast it not ~ the vote's benumb?
Acceptance core ~ I take the floor
objecting, by what's evermore
the scoundrel's choice, is his rapport
so in my station ~ file encore!
Admonishing by gains restore
the underdog of faith's implore
is greed ~ and tools its own abhor
creating havoc ~ to have more!
The time be right ~ the writer's chore
in all directions ~ leverage store
the composition of truth's score
is now's own lesson ~ reaching for!
Composure ~ let us write and pour
out our aggressions ~ published o'er!
some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining
due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting
lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
but the clocks harder at self gaining advantage and foolish lost to
insincerity, caused by quotes barley examples of thought misunderstood .
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