Pangs Poems

Prologue 10 Assorted and misc pangs and bangs

      The atmosphere was alive and palpable,
 surreal really
as the aegean blue of electrons after a 
summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor.

       The little company looked one to another, 
spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the

Pangs and Fangs

Some love pangs culminate in birth pangs
     others develop fangs

Pangs of the Day

Deep in dust
Lost in the swamp
Drowned by the heavy wind
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch

Then who?

Molded and melted in the truck of hope
And crying to be embraced in Mama's arm
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Lost to the days 
Gold and jewelries
Pounds and money
Paper and books
Ink and inks
Lost to the

Hunger Pangs

poetry’s starved -
                after days of bountiful buffets and open bar

Winter Pangs

stones within snow wombs
restlessly leap to be born ~
weak sun midwifery 


17 January 2022

Flatfoot Pangs-

Hey man !
Flatfoot,  dang!
Why you dragging your leg 
Don't you know them there shoes you wear are just too small like peg
Them there shoes you wear are too small, y'all!
~
Where are your arches and 
Where is your perrier 
How can you twist in your turn 
As you try walk as you fall not dance

Expel Those Bitter Pangs

Expel those bitter pangs of unrequited love
Lest the pungent taste of gall infest the soul,
And steal the joy unattended in your heart
For love that’s lost is seldom ever reclaimed.
By fast-held pining, sorrow, and crying spells
Consider how quickly your lover went away,
Likely, to embrace another with open arms
Shedding nary a tear nor suffering the loss.

written July

Throbbing Sentimental Pangs Trigger Nostalgic Memories of Yesteryear Uno

Mine emotionally fraught days of yore
spilt presentiment tinged blood
into sucker punched battle fatigued
war weary veteran.

He (yours truly) doth
presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle
across gutted landscape
strewn with psychological potsherds.

Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast,
where new born babes technical abilities surpassed
scant infantile savviness (mine)
spurring notion, whereby yours truly
lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate
compared with present era

Throbbing Sentimental Pangs Trigger Nostalgic Memories of Yesteryear Deux

Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting

one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.

Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp,

Hunger Pangs

It was unnerving
a  growling demon of
deprivation, 
an
enemy that lurks
in shadows, but 
the eyes don't lie
silver spoons
do tarnish
with lack of use

they're tucked
away from public eye
shamed by the ideals
of the elite 
without capital leverage
they can't bargain
for slices of pie

 alone,  
starving souls
often remain on
the threshold of pain
reaching for anything
to fill the void, to
cease the sound

Sadly Pangs I Hurt I Pain So--

Sadly Pangs I Hurt I Pain So- 


sadden am I shall I cry pangs in pain am I hurt sadden


7/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020

Pangs of Isolation

For months, I've come to sense it well-
     that loneliness, as none before.
In feelings of unrest, I dwell
     on what is now- and what's in store.

At first, confined to home- so sad,
     deprived of friends and family.
For cellphones, live stream, I was glad,

Pangs of Exile

Pangs of exile


In the season of the fallen leaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
Should I join the expat web?
I will still receive The Sheaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief

I listen to a foreign tongue
The sound goes on the evening long
Oh to hear the name O’Keefe -
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief -
- Murphy, Kelly or

Choice Labor Pangs-

Who are you working for 
What are your choices  
Why you screaming  

Who are you representing 
Why? are you messaging   
Stop texting...   

Labor pangs
And your not having a baby
What Who are you working for
What are your choices   be quiet or start cussing>

Stop your complaining

Hunger Pangs

The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja meaning water born and his parents had hoped he would reach the Source

They had died of Aids and he was sifting through rubble syringes sanitary towels

At the land fill site

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