Jack 177 26 Jun 2025
A room in my head called emotion
Controlled by various means
A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others
The cold shoulder of silent indifference
Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams
Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage
The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise
The volatile instability, damages perception
I work hard on a solution for my personal climate control
I do, have a choice
Reactive thermometer or self-regulating thermostat
Someone else’s winter can be my thawing spring
Heated summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day
That room in my head, needs comfortable stability
Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions
Just “Kiddin”
Miracle man
10/26/2024
Any story travels fast,
in a three dog town.
Moments from inception,
it will move crosstown.
Once a close group,
now fragmented friends.
Each waiting on the other,
to make amends.
It shouldn’t take much,
just issue a retraction.
For what began as a joke
got an overreaction.
The other day I read a Facebook post,
where they asked this silly question again.
Find a word that starts with the letter O,
but that word must end with the letter N.
Of course, I know it’s just my opinion,
and taken from my own observation.
That it would not take much of an optician,
to see this as open ostentation.
Now I feel I have an obligation,
to sit on the octagon ottoman,
Where I often eat an Oregon onion,
while petting my baby orangutan.
His name is Owen Odin Orion,
his occupation is just an oarsman,
But he has joined an organization,
to help an orphan find his origin.
He had a small organ operation,
with an option to open an obstruction.
They had to keep him on some oxygen,
while they blasted it to oblivion.
I wonder if I have an obsession,
for words that start with O and end in N.
My opposition says it’s an omen,
I say it’s an overreaction again.
They are both children of God
Their perspectives are totally different
One is emotional due to hearsay
The other is irritated due to the other’s overreaction
I am the peace maker
This is what I am on earth to do.
I have to gnaw away at the chaff
Until we get to the truth
God wants these two to be friends
He is ready for word peace
It is up to me, so I begin working the rumors backwards
Reminding them if they did not hear it or see it, it might not be real
It takes me a long time.
When I get to the person “who doesn’t remember who told them”
I usually understand who the instigator is.
I cannot prove it, but they know that I know.
It oftentimes makes them less likely to instigate the next problem.
Is this enough?
It’s all I have.
It’s what I can do, and so I do.
Do, please, keep your gunpowder,
Where poor I won’t smell it;
Rather what makes me of you prouder,
Prompting solidarity visit …
Your dynamites far Revolution
Are Threatening The Last Evolution
Clearly not a newly discovery
That gunpowder delays recovery.
Also, please, don’t stretch another mile
Emotions that should last a while,
While you say “Nay” to overreaction
Offering mankind scarce protection …
I know our quitting this planet should be slow
And when one tries to make it quicker I know!
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©
The NBA was on strike,
Everyone is in the fight.
Racial injustice rages on,
It’s urgent for change to come.
Black man paralyzed with seven pops,
No actions are taken to make a stop.
White man gets the special treatment,
While black people are viewed a threat.
Majority of people say overreaction,
To a society issue that causes reactions.
A group of people are being scrutinized,
America hears black and thinks uncivilized.
America thinks it’s right to dehumanize,
I can’t comprehend the reason why.
America represents hope of a better life,
Ironically, they justify taking black lives.
Gotta get out and enjoy the outside
Housebound am I like I've curled up and died
Need interaction
Is this overreaction
Is it just me or am I on a downward slide
A joke to you, is nothing to me, it’s funny to you, it hurts me you see, I’ve been nothing before, I’ve been cheated and hurt, I’ve been broken and left, feeling like dirt, you laugh and you joke, you think I’m ok, one of these days, I’ll shout and I’ll say, I’ll tell you my story, and hope that it stops, my overreaction, in you’re word, my strops, you never once bothered, to look past my size, my heart that was broken, the pain in my eyes, my feelings were last, my car was the first, my clothes and my watch, my face is a curse, my smile is just painted, my words are rehearsed, please yes and thank you, all part of the verse, inside I’m screaming, just want to be seen, the real me inside, beating the screen, fighting and kicking, want to get out, my words are just mute, I scream and I shout, looking at me, like things that were lost, like cold winter mornings, the dew and the frost, the cloud from you’re breath, it rises it’s gone, just like the moon, just like the sun, nothings forever, and that one is true, always feel this way, this is nothing new.
Rolling Stones-Mick Jagger
Cool with his swagger
Had an overreaction
From no satisfaction
Celebrity Or Famous Person Clerihew Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
3-22-2019
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
imbalanced reaction
disproportionate overreaction
state of sudden fluctuations of
mood within a single encounter
left in a state of confusion
left in a state of despair
left in a state of distress
whenever the two selves
would happen to meet
creating conflict to lest
for weeks
a never ending cycle
of emotive overreaction
The Mad Years
Years ago my first wife had left me for another man
I was crazy by jealousy she in another man`s arms
intolerable.
A ghost walking through town in a haze of whisky
a meltdown caused by dishonest self-importance.
I didn`t see how pathetic I was trying to end myself
on the Altar of love, I wallowed in the victimhood.
The bank took the house my mother took me in told
me to grow up. Sleeping on a sofa and no privacy
sharpens the mind to be constructive like working for
living. Slowly I was able to forget and let go, my
overreaction was of hurt my self-esteem had taken
a beating; she left me. My sister had a summer cabin
by the sea in a fjord, she let me stay there dry as
a preacher- until feeling better. I did but got a phobia
could no leave, alone, yet safe from the world I could
think and stay here forever
I shrink handed me Valium held my hand as we walked
down the track to his car, it was white with red letters
I didn`t mind full of pills I was safe, now I think it sure
was tough growing up
Love Harbour
The plug was pulled when you parted away
from what we intended. That hope of our day
As water ran out, and our love-boat assailed
by overreaction. Our hope was de-railed
I had to be vigilant as I made a way
to an alternate time-spent; A moment to pray
Well managed the low-tide, you swam, and I sailed
Some water reserved ‘cause the onset has failed
The rain of the Father replenish the loss
A time thought ‘twas missing, was counting the cost
Our love-boat, by now, we are ready to bail
With God in the harbour - Preparing to sail
Feeling so unwanted and having to keep myself guarded
Tired of being used, then completely discarded
Left all alone with all of my faith departed
Miserable, unhappy, anguished and broken hearted
Overreaction to everything that comes my way
I am just so tired of being tossed away
As if I am something left on the bottom of a shoe
Why can’t I get what all the others seem to?
Is there a reason I am left here abandoned and alone
Dismissed, disrespected, and forgotten by everyone
What have I done to deserve this kind of pain?
To be so ignored and discarded is worse than being slain
This is torture in the truest form and realest sense
It’s why I am always walking around so tense
And angry at the world for abandoning me
And not letting my voice be heard and for failing to see
That I am like the rest of you, I bleed just the same
Can’t you see the damage you have done? Have you no shame?
I am in agony and drowning in my own grief
Can you please help me or send some type of relief?
I guess this just proves what I have known all my life
I am the victim and the world is the culprit holding the knife
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