WITH THE DISC JOCKEY ROCKIN
THE SOUNDS START A POPPIN
PEOPLE START FLOCKIN
THE PARTY'S A TOPPEN
IZZY AND LIZZY
BOTH BUSY AND DIZZY
KNEE KNOCKIN
BEBOPPIN
HIP HOPPIN
TIC TOKIN
THEN IT ALL HAPPENS
CROWDS START A CLAPPIN
RAPPERS START RAPPIN
FINGERS START SNAPPIN
TOES START A TAPPIN
CAMERAS START FLASHIN
IT ALL SEEMS AMAZING
ONLOOKERS GAZZING
EYES ARE A GLAZING
THE JAMS ARE A BLAZING
SPIRITS ARE RAISING
THEN THE MUSIC STARTS PHASING
THE PRODUCTION'S A RAP
THE AUDIENCE CLAPS
WITH THEIR MOVES ON THE MAP
TIPS DROP IN THE HAT
IT'S TIME TO RELAX
TAKE A LOOK BACK
REMEMBER THE TRACKS
THAT MADE IT ALL HAP
TOMORROW THEY'LL DO IT AGAIN.
Michael E Harris
08082026
I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
The spices release their scent to ease my heart,
numb ~ yet tracing glasses brimming with tears,
aching for a touch of chamomile wisps,
beneath a sky that reeks of regrets
and words unspoken ~ too afraid to rephrase,
like smoke incensed with sulfur,
like blue cheese and old pickles,
tickling the curves of this melanin melancholy,
urging these fingers to purge forgotten rhymes,
as if there is no ingredient for healing,
when loneliness creeps like a slow poison…
But must I thaw the ice within cups of compassion,
infused with clovers of peace,
when I am a mere reflection of your mistakes,
a table adorned with plates of bitter weeds,
listening to the sagas of the rain and sun?
They taste not my pulse of patience,
as I remain, the feeler of phasing appetizers,
rotting in ruins ~ objectified and rejected,
by the twisted tongue of vanity and silence…
Accustomed to be the sunshine of the sun,
Attuned to catch up with all the fun,
Worn myself, all to gain love from trust,
While may this be true, it all is just nothing,
A piece of paper driven through handwriting
Is just a paper ash when let fire light it
Oh, I’m past all the tests,
I’m to perform and shine,
This may be true if
I wasn’t just a design,
Oh, never have I ever really aced,
Once by chance, never by fate
Little too young to understand
Truth’s alive that I slept through my life’s past,
In nights, there were wolves and haunting fears I’d have
With a ghostly sound, demons around, scary crowd
And silence pacing, trading, phasing in and out
As if I was meant for the longing out of dearth for a crown
Oh, I’m told, only
I shall do things perfectly,
Oh, not for me, only
For the ones I love fondly
Truth’s spirit lies in doubts over insecurity,
Anxious actions going tick, tick, tick…
With judging reactions burning my wick, wick, wick…
Trying was I to feel good for my life, life, life…
For my voice, body, soul, euphonic mind
Filled in with unforeseen rhymes, rhymes, rhymes.
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
phasing into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
Is it too much to ask
for true love
a love that reaches eternity
then flicker like a lantern brightly in the sky
phasing out before our eyes
Better again
On get quote this
Stopped wi the wrangles
Complex focus
Offering angles
Left with the hurt
Top wi the spin
An ethic of work
Offer a win
It’s got to be
Say as it lives
This prophecy
Takes and it gives
Dealing on maps
Frames require
Feeling with contrast
Same desire
Haze is exciting
Earning the list
Phasing the writing
Turn wi the twist
Just stay wi the round
Got so to holler
Upstaging the pound
Offload the dollar
Sign so fantastic
Then it left
Rhyme show and classed it
Treble cleft
See the plans
Show the plate
Kilograms
Overweight
Try to decipher
Things that arise
Cry when you’re hyper
Sing with the eyes
When they close
Scream with it shake
Mention those
Dreams are awake
Put on a list
Be jotting
Sure, from the gist
Keep spotting
Watch the heroes
Set it a gem
Stop the zeros
Better again
The epitome of a razzle-dazzle, sizzler twister woman is Ms. Phasing.
Other teachers watch her live her truth which is amazing.
She hears a tune that no one else is aware of, and she hears it well.
Prancing of her heart brings us joy and persuasion, both easy to sell.
The students all clamor to become part of her eccentric, electric class.
Even the ones with math phobia are excited with her upbeat-ful sass.
Always joyful, on a mission, rescuing dogs or saving a student or two.
If you have requests, I will swiftly introduce Mrs. Ph’s energy to you.
A lifelong learner, she knows every creature from Galapagos Island.
Marine iguana, penguin, tortoise, blue-footed booby all gently smile’n
She has run with the bulls, bungee jumped, skydived over the Amazon.
If you bore her in any way she will swiftly and quickly be gone.
Lover of all things green, two-legged, four legged and eight legged too.
If Ms. Phasing has glitter, paint, miscellaneous objects and glue.
Her students adore her, there is never a boring or dull day in her room.
Her class wait list is amazing, even now, when we all meet on Zoom.
Time - tormentor tic-tocks on going
Deep darkness daunting tickings
little phasing seconds mounting
In a kingdom full of minutes
When I thought of the time
Somewhat louder than the climb
Only this and a date
I am scorn of my wait
That second walk - that second walk
I crave the high, higher hour time daunting tickings
member I was awaiting
Only this and a hour daunting tickings
I crave the unswayed, unmoved update
That moment my soul grew tarry
It threw its ghost against the minutes
I crave the scheduled, short-time surrender
against the minutes
tick-tok-tic tock seconds, minutes, hours
Days, weeks, months, years, decades, generation
8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
~~~T H E I N T R E P I D P E G A S U S~~~
Star angels, dance within the quartered, light,
Of lunars rise, the age of Virgos' flight,
Sense its need for virtuous surrender,
And abandon Dragon's breathing thunder,
Phasing anew splits the night horizon,
For the course exposed to half, has brightened,
Some dynamic tempo, magically,
Whereto, the expanse defies gravity,
Ventures beyond dusk and stretches for dawn,
Greets the vested midst the foes, thereupon,
Enters Pegasus who stomps and stresses,
North Star alights as hooved clouds releases,
Whilst spread wings flick and cast flight, Pegasus,
Then heralds the advent of Genesis.
Date: 08/30/2019
howmanysyllables
14 x a perfect 10
***The entitled suggested background music to read to...
The Greatest Gift-
Can you see me standing
On the edge of my beauty?
But yet I’m lost along the way....
I’m a million phasing wavelengths
Of light and sound
Coursing through your veins.
I am the movement of the universe
In the space between a breath.
I’m just a brushstroke of earth and sky
The soil that holds
The impression of your steps..
Can you feel me flowing like a river?
As your time here rushes the same?
You can fill me up,
But I can be empty still..
But I never change my name.
I’m the reason for your laughter.
And why your laughter turns to cries..
Don’t You see me all around?
I’m right before your eyes!
I was here before You came to me.
And I’ll be here when you leave.
A priceless treasure you can’t save up..
But upon me you build your dreams.
Do you know me when you have me?
Can you save me if Your Strong?
Will You want me if I’m not perfect?
And when I end up being wrong?
Can You share me with another?
Or will you use me to just cause strife?
Do You realize what I am to You?
I’m a gift God has given You..
I’m Your Life.
Around In Circles
Always knew she was amazing
To dance with her I was crazing
Round in circles we would go
And on me she really did grow
Out my poems they are phasing
James Horn
Poet took a high-falutin' leap of faith,
amidst a big swig of moonbeams
dabbling toes beyond starry galaxies
Milky Way spun in translations
Pluto still looked oddly perplexed,
Big Dipper gave a smart **** grimace
wondering what the hell was
going on 'neath the stratosphere
when human beings can't keep
their heads 'neath ambiguous clouds
feet firmly planted ground level,
delving lofty heaven's bliss
escaping the wrath of hell's fire,
aggrandizing endless poesy that
absorbs sparks of a universal desire
never phasing sun's obstinance,
but, if you believe in poetry
there's no telling where
boundless skies will surrender
...and the man in the moon tilted on his axis in a
backward's spiral and unabashedly winked
In guise of darkness
Fading, faceless souls
Erased from life's
Picturesque canvas
Under phasing moon.
Incarnations of many lifetimes
sweep before me...
Liberating my soul's chants
As universal notes of music
Float on vibrant strands of color,
Phasing purple, pure and light,
In violet vibrations, swirls of
Incandescent glitter shimmers
Drawn by gravity in downward drifts.
Flaming candle's smoky essence
Mixes with incense of sandalwood
In a wafting waltz of vertigo.
Past and present intertwine
Lacing love with pulsing pain.
Effervescent breath is shallowed
By visions from the living dead.
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