If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you fly the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
Categories:
paratroop, fun,
Form: Limerick
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you flew the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
Categories:
paratroop, sympathy,
Form: Limerick
Plummeting down rascally Falls
Cowering tumbling forward swirls
Down falling down falling down
Powering Crescent trapped in the spiral graphic flaws
Falling plummeting down falling
Falling to the ground
I am forward bound
Caution yet read
By the following cut sounds
Sounds of the sparring Robins Twittering sparrows chirps
He's fallen
He's fallen and he can't get up
All Fall Down I to the beckoning Earth
While in the garden rabbits eat the raw Cabbage
Squirrels eat nibble scribble fluorescent Greenery treats
Why eat nuts
Something funny about this paratrooper
Aspiring meaning falling down into primatene space
What??
Heading toward the Earth
Plummeting down Falling Towards the hard ground
Plummeting down spiraling spinning out of control
Hollering struggling tumbling spinning he falls
What matters does matter as he decides to releases parachute
Don't be so disheartened Halo coming
Lying amongst the rabbits and squirrel in the garden
Is the aspiring falling dismembered parachute jumper
9/15/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
paratroop, adventure, age, allusion, america,
Form: Free verse
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you fly the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
Categories:
paratroop, humor,
Form: Limerick
Mind to wander
Soul to paratroop
Body to decay
Categories:
paratroop, birth, satire,
Form: Triolet
Mobile Money, no cry
I am Mobile Money
I have no home, no nest
Clean or dirty work I do
Sometimes evil ones too
Angels and demons I meet
As I roam in the streets
All day, all night
Sleeping awake
I travel non-stop
In wake or sleep
Flying as I work
In rain or shine
Through the sky
Sweating all day
Gliding in clouds
Gliding, gliding
Masters exploit me
Squeezing me in sweaty hands
No body- guard with me
But I paratroop unseen
Like a night dancer in homes
Taking myself in darkness.
When I complain they tell me,
Mobile money, no cry
I make bosses happy
They sing, “Hosanna in the highest”,
When they see me humble and meek
Through glass windows.
They jump with joy as I arrive
I watch them in amorous moods
But they use me to pay for bills
Of dirty games, done in caves
As I wait to see all
Sometimes my lovers
Waylay and kidnap me
They harass and defile me
Then hide me in dark holes
In smelly pockets they put me
Where I cannot breathe
Then hijack me as concubine
But they tell me
Mobile money, no cry
Categories:
paratroop, allegory, dedication, feelings, freedom,
Form: Didactic