Pivoted Poems

A Story You'll Surely Adore

      ~ A Story You'll Surely Adore ~ 
              ('Suicide's a Pain')

     As I was about to enter the store
       I was smacked by a malfunctioning door
     Without so much as the slightest warning 
       or a perfunctory good morning 
     
     Astonished more than stunned
        I took off at a brisk run
     to inform the manager-on-duty
        of the door that had greeted me so rudely… 

     When I’d finished my story, to my utter surprise
        the manager muttered: “Lies, lies, nothing but lies”
      My jaw dropped and I exclaimed, “Why? Why? Why?”
        the manager replied, “We’ve an epidemic of spies”

     “Spies from our competitors,” he continued
         “that’s why we smacked you upside your head”
       In disbelief and rage, I said, “Well, I never” –
         pivoted right back into that door ~
                                      and keeled over dead

Back to the future

Went searching for good enough and discovered it can only come from within myself
So I went back to the future in a DeLorean to try to pinpoint when things began to veer off track so I could alter time to put them back

It took a few trips after realizing I couldn’t quickly flip the script
Started by slowly chipping away to release the image I was trying to portray
Then pivoted to rewiring my circuits to help wrangle my inner circus
The process pivoted me from my head to my heart which granted me a fresh start

But it was only after I made the choice that I was able to hear a new inner voice
It started as a whisper but turned into a roar that I could no longer ignore
To wash over me to say what had been so tough, that I can relax and rest easy now since I am good enough

Go - Go, already

     Go. Go, already. The father told his son
         He bit his lip, clenched his fist
      The son did not see the father’s pain

      Go, Go, already. His heart, racing madly 
         The son pivoted awkwardly 
                    ~  he quickly walked away

the practice

focus pivoted in the void
pristine presence self-aware
we are not by thoughts decoyed
with the all that is in this way we pair

the key knowing is that there’s no one here
all that that is is omnipresence of God
dream forms appear and disappear 
heart is by touch of love thawed

A Brief Shaggy Dog Story that actually Ends

   A shaggy dog espied a graceful cat
     She arched her back, he fell flat
   on his jowls, she pivoted - nose up
     His paws akimbo, Shaggy arfed
         Wait, dear cat, I can explain that  

   But Graceful didn't miss a stride
     After all, she had her pride
   Who needs a mangy mutt who falls
     she thought, a dame like me must be bought

   Now Shaggy may be clumsy, but he's not deaf
     He heard Graceful mewing under her breath
   She loves me sure, Shaggy felt
     His tender heart, her icy exterior would melt

   So Shaggy scrambled after her, closing in fast
     When he drew close, she turned around at last
   It was then that he saw Graceful's face up close
     "Adios," he cried
                       ~ Her whiskers were caespitose

Hearts Beatings-

The way of the heart is beating 
The ways of the mind are cheating 
Trifling conspiracy lust and jealousies 
Spirit is moving the soul is crying 
Pivoted denying the righteous ways 
The heart wants what the heart wants 
The mind thinks not what just is right
Trouble is the soul as the spirit reaps in thoughts
Beatings so the heart is at awe


1/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Desolate Sadness

Thought I knew
what love was
until there was
you.

Now that you’re
gone
I see what
is true
love severs your soul
love runs you through.

My tears
are raining
staining
all that I see
such depths
of despair Gods
the agony!

my heart is
shattered
battered
tattered
torn
desolate anguish
within me is born.

I flew too
high to the
sun
a flight of Icarus
come undone.

Withering dying
moaning sighing
wailing crying
cannot grasp reality
cannot accept this
casualty.

Crushed and broken
words unspoken
you simply pivoted
tore away
never turned back
even to say

“it’s over.”

Death of
love
so alone
my heart obliterated
I turn to stone.

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Idioms

When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows
scooped by shrew, mole, and vole. 
Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech
as they swayed, 
buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight.
Giddy rills gave voice to fritillaries
that flew to the sun or moon.
Words were idioms painted upon
the melodious leafage 
of the up-risen and rising.
Then that shaggy brat
the primordial ape it grunted forth,
translating its gripey gut
through the clack of a creaky tongue.
Guttural and gregarious
it learned to babble and 
belch an oral discordance.
It yapped and yawped,
yawped and yapped
until a spoken language
verbosely pivoted to prolix
polluting the very airy air.
Then it was
that a nascent poet boldly stood
rhyming would with could
until even the dumbest of his tribe
understood
and cheered him fit to bust
while the green grown world
with all its idiomatic kin
lost the will to express
as before
for the fluent earth again.

Scissors

SCISSORS

     
     S cissors to hold pair of metal blades fastened at middle 
     C utting paper, cutting cloth, other materials
     I nstrument so simple to make pieces
     S hearing tools though hand operated.
     S harpened edges pivoted at centre.
     O pening and closing two blades by fingers
     R ings at end allow thumb and finger to insert.
     S liding against each other, blades move smooth.


 
   11/14/20

Red Toe Nail

She was to be the one
we'd made grand plans, 
she'd get her teaching degree
mine would be in biology...
then we'd marry.
She'd take me to her beloved Wales
to visit her precious birthland
romp in the shadows of 
red dragon wings and castles 
where her clan engaged in battle.
We'd waltz along the salted hills
into the emerald heart of her beloved wales
to the very home she grew up in..
then live happily ever after.
            but
I went off to temptation school,
(time and distance have a way of crumbling relations
creeping up the dark side of  imagination).
On spring break i went home to visit my love
forgetting about my painted toenail 
(the victim of a pretty tart, a few drinks and a dare).

My Welsh love took one look at the bright red toe
and suddenly her trust in me had a little less glow..
though I assured her the paint job was purely platonic
that toe was the beginning of our relationship rotting.

Strange how our lives pivoted violently
on a drunken dare and a red toe nail
that cost me the love of my life, 
the Atlantic ocean and a welsh castle.



7/5/20

Seductive Syllables' Creed

eerie aura augmented
felon feature fermented
cremating callous contractions
drooling drips punctured
hoity relief reeled
vying voluptuous acme

tainted tongue trained'n
decking damped trail
fostered feelings feign

porous pulchritude birthed
crisp conception pivoted
mystic smirk aided

syntactic silhouette seeped'n
seductive syllables' creed.
    '20:03:30:19:45

Note: Dedicated to a dickhead I cherish: Oreoluwa.

Teacher's Anniversary

Our fifteenth year, you and I
If we were married, the ‘crystal’ mile

And oh, we have had our highs, breaking up lunchtime fights
Breaking down novels line by line
Translating Shakespeare to Spanish
for those nonverbal in this language
Dulcet quatrains melted into rounded syllables, thick on my tongue
Still we manage to tease out delicate images

And the consolation of a paycheck educators receive
Not enough to ease the mirage of beach
Allure of waves and palm trees
In rude January (the ultimate schoolyard bully)
You and I have chaperoned this prom, attended this play
Coached this race, given chase to elusive grades
Counted victories in syllables
Pivoted around yawning youths, heads down
or kids attempting to find favor with last minute Starbucks gifts 

And still we sit in sweet September
Whole and hopeful, rested, restored
Once again to go around this playground called high school

2/1/19

A Spiritual Sojourn

   "A Spiritual Sojourn"




sheer white wings pivoted dreaming soul to pure Throne of Grace
captivated by pink cotton candy clouds to gaze beauty
a spiritual sojourn encompassed taste of Divine Love.




*For Rick Parise SIJO.

Zorro Swings

Zorro swings and Zorro falls,
sadly landed on someones balls
excommunicated from the mall,
for gross protracted screaming.

Zorro on the crutch of one,
slapped down by a redneck nun,
pivoted crutch to plonking run,
so bad he must be dreaming?

Springing for his horse so black,
drop kicked his oolies slack,
glad it wasn't a donkey Jack,
the Z man enterprising.
Don Johnson 6-aug-11

Drowned.

DROWNED


Drowned in the mirror
Where reflected image stirs
The features of my face
Pivoted in depths of nights.

Rivers in the flow
Shipwrecked in sand
Purposeful dark dreams
Shadows chasing a song 
 In satiated amorous hands.

Taking heed in glories of earth
A passing images held by wrist
Dedicated firstly to passing wind
And then to the gathering mist.

A poem is a poem, what else could be real?
It is there, all in all, and nothing more to steer.

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