Looking through my window
Children playing around with slops
Dogs cats cows... singing in their own right
Trees mingling with the wind songs of praise
Some off to the bush for food,
Who the LION is none of their business
Africa Seems free.
On the streets shouting carrying screaming
Jesus Muhammad...
Working for heaven eden
Back home they cant spare a bean for their Neighbor!
but they speak in tongues....
Africa Seems free.
In class speaking French English Chinese....
speaking in your own right is a crime,
Poles day Pastor Sheik Bishop "vote your own"
Women in different skins long hair
Men in ear rings...
Africa Seems free.
Africa Seems free
while speaking French English Chinese...
while deep in religion of the Occidental and Oriental
while you eating screaming shouting... voting your own!
Are we free?
Are you free?
Are they free?
.
'Twere thuh finish
Line
"my horse and i
love'd your
grits
and
biscuits"
tap
i meant
clop
Young or old; beautiful or ugly
Rich or poor; right or wrong
Soft or hard; kind or cruel
Strong or weak; busy or lazy
Friend or enemy; sweet or sour
Wise or foolish; bold or timid
Love or hate; laugh or cry
Happy or sad; yielding or unyielding
Silent or loud; obedient or deviant
Resilient or grumbling; independent or dependent
White or black; oriental or occidental
A woman is a woman is a woman;
Different from a man.
.
I've known hern since
her simper
her bassinet
foots from
mine
we spoke no
language
just the
hear mine
cry
call me the loon
for say'n
"mine little remembered
the way
her lips and eyne
together
smiled
goodbye"
*occidental: from the west
oriental: from the east
Like the crescents
Like the heights of Mount Everest
I hold you Deep
Like the valleys of the deepest pit
As low as the caverns deep in hell
Deep inside intestinal long right I spit
Doctor saying you all right open up wide take this pill
I hold you deep
Like mounds of chocolate drippings
Staining my teeth cavities
Form Occidental sweet
Must I ignore or do I keep on tipping
I hold you deep
Under the ocean waters
Below the deep blue Seas
Under the lakes and streams
Within the murky water creeps
Just I-4 it is I who hold you deep
1/21/20
James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Abstract algorithm. Brooding distraction,
cleverly cloaked in digital fleece.
Enigma encoded. Like so many fireflies,
Hastening gauntly heavenward.
Juniper immolation.
Ides jaundiced light.
Kinetic kites, luminescent in the night.
Milky Way mighty, northward pointing,
Occidental wind opens, plumes rising.
Quickened quiet shroud.
Revelation.
Reincarnate.
Souls thin the veil.
Under the upholstered vault,
xylem-charred waste,
Drawn to the yawning zodiac.
Personal perceptions,phrases from the divine
happenings in arrested moments,vignettes of
little songs.Nostalgic memories of the
commonplace,orient to occidental,ancient
form and modern.Experience in sentence
sounds,paused and silent ,language in shape
structured prose read ,then said aloud.
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The
wedding
is supreme
occidental
mechanism to control other’s body.
When desire tends to be problematic,
to libido
we give the
order
then.
That order is marriage, monogamy,
and faithfulness.
That is the
desired
truth.
+++
September 17, 2014
Form: Tetractys (Triple)
Make men stretch their arms, to wake in her eyes
Finger on lip, ring not on middle, mouth lovely
With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars
With the shades of occidental and oriental beauty
Her lips suck forth my soul; ah, see where it flies
There will I swell for heaven is in those lips pouty.
This is the face that can launch a thousand rockets
Burn the topless towers of any earth’s location.
She’s ready to claim what nature gave her in tons.
See you freshly bathed with glowing soft skin
The flowers like earth, moon and stars in hair
Piercing grey-black eyes alluring to commit sin.
The fuller pouty lower lip, inviting my upper
Making me nervous to touch, increase my beats
Know the tips, beautiful lips sink the ships ever.
Sweet Helena, make me immortal with a kiss.
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
The world without you, everything is dross.
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Tenth place win in:
Dr. Ram Mehta
Partly inspired by Christopher Marlowe’s lines in his play Doctor Faustus
Contest: Tell Her Story sponsored by Constance La France
Statistic
Stop the presses roll the presses stop the presses roll the presses stop the
presses roll the presses stop the presses roll the presses man is just a
murdered victum just an ad campaign gone wild just a circumstantial incidental
mark in time a blood red smear in some dark alley way a thing to be uncovered
and then covered over in the dark but wait it has not happened yet a man is
moving in his day a man is writing all eye say he is still typing on his keyboard
and watching all the words making sure this time that the spell check is on he is
undercover of the day light and the darkness flees away he is me and he is eye a
poet and a birthright an occidental gentleman turning time back into usage of
forgiveness and some privileges. It is just a poem after all they say who reads it
anyway who has the time who has the time to learn the way of GOD. In Peace a
Poet is the one. I am only a statistic after all.
When a Continental
Met an Oriental,.
He thought it detrimental
To his mode of life.
But soon this Occidental,
Growing sentimental,
Wed the Oriental,
And she became his wife.
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