Let’s parley about pasta as World famous as the rasta Bob Marley
With potato rascal parcel not American Italian stallion like Rocky
Cocky stubby not ice hockey puck but stocky chubby soft gnocchi
Pizza is also a master blaster for those who chose good food faster
Cool old school cellar creamy mozzarella dreamy stellar mortadella
Better also for pancetta regatta bold umami tsunami of salami army
Drunken rapscallions parmesan medallions gold from sunken galleons
More is less finesse caress expedient ingredient largess will impress
Motto in gourmet grotto wins the lotto is of course Goddess risotto
Totemic signature vinegar star Balsamic the talismanic tsar in a jar
By the way we're told they say come what may ever day "agrodolce"
A crushed light ignored the barrens warped,
The portrait stretched its walled character,
Gambler garments malice of shown marked,
Wakes a loose parley of losers barked,
Drawn drank sense, of the disparager,
The darkened questioned, shaped silhouettes,
Of obscurities merit its due,
Glares moves a heap of token assets,
A lengthened armed shallowed some regrets,
Facedown with cards, the table knew,
Pictured paints like an artful dodger,
The enclosed grows taller than itself,
Outranked and owned outspoken codger,
Last-minute cribbed the homey lodger,
Marmalade sweetens right off the shelf,
A day begets a dawning nightfall,
The narrowed light cast a long shadow,
All turned their backs against the stonewall,
Except for the vague, zoned off-the-wall,
The latent unperturbed sort, John Doe.
A drop-drops moist mists from heaven
Summers first tears flowing down hill
Moisten air submits torrent pours
Humid blowing temperate toils
Falling abundant showers flows
~
Each and all cold dew drops fallen
Parley covers mists summer chill
Pity-patter droplets sprays door
Humid after the rain stops boils
Circumference lightning strikes coils
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
Magick,
sly white rabbit
burrowed inside a hat;
Desperate for a sweet carrot,
he hides;
Within sanctimonious dwells
a deadly illusion;
Planned informal
parley.
The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the opposite of pleasant
Eat my dinner
On the floor
Without gravy
No one ever
Belled out a
A good word to me
Not even at home
Mine hands were
Cooked on the stove
I was called
The Bastard in the house
And it was painfull
Sensitively he said.
What do you have?
I only have lonely
Never ever heard
I love you
What do you want?
Just cheer from a
Dumb bartender
What do you fear?
The confrontations in
My nightmares
Pardon me..
I am bitter.
Never had a chance
To be a revelant guest
Just a parched alcoholic
Dry in overtime captivity.
I tang of dispair.
I have tiny gravity
But heavy
To hoist..
And a will
Which is lost
This is my lot
He told with
Blue eyes beaming
I am member
Of the human race
And then he laid
Amazing Grace
On my ears.
Abate of glory celebration rains
Whom shall remain explain the indecent
Losses of the fact soar plummet ill gains
Parley the thoughts remembering recent
Humanity joyous hopes of decease
~
So far, within me I look into you
The God that essence ever so present
Spiritual soul eyes captures yon view
Across seldom streams darkening crescent
Bores the lit-lighted exposing descent
1/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Dizain
Clouded skies
Raining now
Pictures well
Sometimes you cry
Often wondering offering Why?
Canvas token
Being made open
Pictures well for the view
Vivid array
Some would say
Landscapes parley
Laughing host voice
Pictures now sighing
No longer crying
Smile landscapes new choice
8/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
We Bleed Out
By Sy Roth
Unbroken string of invective--
The world deserves it.
It blurs our memories.
No need to sing its praises
When it undoes us,
Unties the laces that bind us
And drops us off at a station
Where work make us free
Without a ticket.
SSN and its variables cling to us
And we blend into a miniscule world
Where the spectacles on the hill of ash
Watch us
Follow us with its empty eyes
As we bump along its hillocks
And care only about the MPGs
And not where it is taking us.
We simply cover the miles until we run out of gas.
Can’t parley with the atoms that collide into us.
Neutrinos, faster than light,
Zip by without respite
And we fail to see it,
Just sense it,
A theoretical maze that confounds.
All those particles that slice through
And we do not know that we have been cut
By a thousand blades
Until we bleed out
Soulless
And nourish the ground.
We Bleed Out
By Sy Roth
Unbroken string of invective--
The world deserves it.
It blurs our memories.
No need to sing its praises
When it undoes us,
Unties the laces that bind us
And drops us off at a station
Where work make us free
Without a ticket.
SSN and its variables cling to us
And we blend into a miniscule world
Where the spectacles on the hill of ash
Watch us
Follow us with its empty eyes
As we bump along its hillocks
And care only about the MPGs
And not where it is taking us.
We simply cover the miles until we run out of gas.
Can’t parley with the atoms that collide into us.
Neutrinos, faster than light,
Zip by without respite
And we fail to see it,
Just sense it,
A theoretical maze that confounds.
All those particles that slice through
And we do not know that we have been cut
By a thousand blades
Until we bleed out
Soulless
And nourish the ground.
A pink unicorn with buzzards dressed in stylish royal blue
Sashayed into the cow barn of my nemesis, Cindy Lou.
Witches and goblins were giving cow an October hairdo.
There was a loud gasp in the middle of the bovine’s shampoo.
What kind of beast are you? Asked a gargoyle with parley voo.
Quite honestly said the unicorn, I do not have an inkling or a clue.
But I can whistle Dixie fast, and I canter a sweet soft shoe.
They let him stay and marveled at his powerful pigeon coo.
Finding it difficult to get to sleep though my body and mind know the way!
Finding it difficult to see the light when so much darkness keeps blinding my way!
Finding it difficult to crack a smile when a thousand more will die today.
Finding it difficult to trust the words that politicians speak in their daily update parley.
Finding it difficult to listen to their lies - it’s virtually every word they say.
Finding it difficult to understand why I’m grinding my teeth away.
Finding it difficult to analyse the weird dreams I have these days.
Finding it difficult to justify why I’m feeling this way.
Finding it difficult to visualise the world and life I had remaining in the post coronavirus days.
Inky Dinky Parley Voo
Inky Dinky Parley Voo,
Climbed a semetoo and threw a shoe,
The shoe hit a ninicoristic Rak,
And broke its curry with a meteor thwak,
The angriurt Raklebugacoo,
Slumbered Mister Parley Voo,
Whom he took to the Cariticous Siese,
And kept calling Voo ,mincey,
Maybe he was a cricious piest,
Or he was just a crazidicios phyist!
Inky Dinky Parley Voo,
Was very mitecorioustic too,
He climbed a rotcer pile,
And this time threw a hugistic canile,
It hit a poor Nicarous Tree,
Which was down in a one-o-three,
But it’s roots grew a mictoooroo,
And flrew the chabile back at Voo,
That was the end of his streyu too!
Rashi Soni
Inky Dinky Parley Voo
03/26/2020
Opportunities
A niche where hearts are pulsating,
Naught per romance, just a named else,
Craved sought fortune whilst this waiting,
Since pockets reveal relaxed belts,
Jeopardy match struck near seconds
A drawn prey of risk worth taking,
Parley rouse ere should that beckons,
Monies heaped, a slice of staking,
What class piques out, tis be benign,
Tis quiz of fate its aim be won,
Midst punctured eyes those shuttered, blind,
Till be, zero hid, neath that sun,
Ere tis performed, its role in sport,
Gain or lose, as heartbeats purport.
2020 March 12
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND CHOICE E any theme any form
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 8 syllables per = 112 syllables total
A Lull
An event that surfers know too well,
for it visits upon them, time and time, again,
and upon its occasion, it is best to parley.
Friends are made whilst best friends meld,
as addresses are traded, and rendezvous are created,
amidst an extension of the beach animates itself.
Sets are brewing afar,
yon groups of mixed genders and ages,
a lull recedes.
Into a culminating backwash,
climbs and curls e'er so swiftly to a sought after crested wave,
as surfers break apart challenging a collection of beautiful sets.
As a lull returns,
some left whilst some remain and stages repeat themselves,
essentially, bridges were designed into well-built structures that glisten in the sunset.
2020 February 16
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