northern glacier winds
winter frozen winds subsides
just a few weeks spring
~
trolling deficit
grounds no longer hard yet soars
temperatures rises
~
spring is on the throne
environmental scene soon
green festive spring
3/12/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
I bet they laughed, I bet they howled
I bet Winston Churchill growled
Where’d you get this loony from
He’s talking ’bout a bouncing bomb
All the drawings all the plans
All the notes and telegrams
Tell what happens when one slams
Barrels into concrete dams
Laden heavy for the flight
Nineteen bombers in the night
A secret plan too mad to warrant?
First a trickle then a torrent
"The Prequel"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In my Life, I have come across so many people
And all of them are truly equal
Because we all must battle evil
And everyday, that is the sequel
And some don't agree with how I Chase The Steeple
Maybe it's because I am balder than the eagle
Or perhaps because instead of a brush, I use a pen for my easel
Or maybe it's because as a child I survived the chickenpox and measles
Or because I prefer pit bulls to beagles
Or because I am a black man who listens to Hoobastank and the Beatles
Or because I like both, gas and sour diesle
Or because I am loyal unlike a weasel
Or because my eyes are more open than a needle
Or because I prefer movies by Joel Siegle
Instead of those that only matter feekle
Or because I feel respect is rather regal
Because I TRY my best to do what God Deems As Legal
After All, Only He Is The Prequel
Twinkle Twinkle Rogue Star
Wander Wander from afar
Contract Cleaner
is the game you play
Arrived in orbit
Yesterday
Twinkle Twinkle Brutal Star
Holy Crap
There you are
One man's planet is another's clutter
Weapons Hot
Slice the Earth like butter
love her for the ride
she loves to riot
write to her
right or wrong
she loved
and it lasted
tongue-tied
in tears and in longing
for simpler poem titles
in sweeter whispers
of nothing
in solidarity
in more of nothing
in a lover's soliloquy
or in simply - being
in love
would you dare
to love
the ride
or her
would you dare
make the mess we made
to be continued
Laid right there on some fluffy grass
waiting for all the boys to pass
the wind would blow
Callie would show
those gazing down her prickly azz
It was the Roman times,
A high noble I was,
The city was under a rule of mimes,
Passed to control, were silent laws.
I travelled outside the city walls,
For a really important trade,
And suddenly my chariot stalls,
In front of us was a blockade.
The bandits swarmed over us,
All my companions fled,
So I was captured, thus,
To their place, I was led.
I was out cold,
Woke up in a den,
A lot of things, new and old,
Were stolen by these men.
A pot caught my eye,
"Don't drink or suffer", it said,
So in thirst, what I did, was not so wise,
As from now on, I can't be dead.
I realized this, but too late,
When the bandits attacked, I escaped unharmed,
Succumbed to my fate,
From now on, never could I be harmed.
It was not a decision taken lightly
When we found that our free servitude
Unrequited was by our chosen masters
With their metal monsters they had fallen in love
Growling,roaring and spitting fumes
Our nostrils filling with the smell of burnt sugar
Until that became an acrid stench
Drowning all the sweet sounds and scents of nature
In the raw
Our fields they usurped
While we were driven into odd and idle corners
To become their playthings
For pleasure alone
No more did we strive together in mutual harmony
With our erstwhile lords
According to the laws of the cosmos
Divinely ordained
Now their homes at night pulsed with a ghostly glow
While by day their gazes were held on screens
With the digital pallor
Reflected on their faces
Totally immune to the cycle of the seasons
It was then we chose to withdraw
And quietly retreated to our spiritual home
Bereft and pining for that lost communion
Which had served man and horse so well
In the Creator's plan
There was no more for us to do
Than to commune with the divine presence
Until they were wrenched free fom their spellbinding devices
And needed our companionship
Once again
whatever would be
the point of intervention
what good would it do
i know where they are
i know right where i lost them
so then are they lost
the meaning of lost
seems to be ambiguous
what a sketchy word
you can't find your keys
and so therefore you lost them
i know where they are
so then are they lost
lost to you but not to me
sketchy yes indeed
on the other hand
i lost it at the racetrack
i know where it is
so then is it lost
i think i see a pattern
starting to emerge
if i lost my cash
i can't ever get it back
it was all my fault
if you lost your keys
you just ask Saint Anthony
make sure you say please
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Enjoy the music here.
http://mike-martin.net/Intervention
BY EZAR
HE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN WITH A FIT SICK CLEAN
FULL OF FOCUS ON LIFE DREAMS
STACKS OF CREAM NICE CARS WITH HIGH BEAMS
ADMIRING DBOYS WHO CONTROL THE BLOCK
AROUND THE CLOCK LIKE A MONOPOLY ON STOCKS
CASH FLOW SEEMED TO NEVER STOP
HALF A BRICK HE COPED
SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS TAUGHT HIM HOW TO CHOP
NOW HES IN A BENZ RECEIVING MAD PROPS
NEW BOO NEW PAD AND A PLATINUM WATCH
QUICKLY HE WENT FROM BOTTOM TO TOP
THATS WHAT HE THOUGHT NOT REALIZING DA DRAMA IT BROUGHT
D.E.A SHOWING UP AT THE SPOT WITH GUNS COCKED
LIFE AS HE KNEW IT JUST STOPPED
DOING A BID IS WHAT THE JUDGE DROPPED
NOW HES LOOKING AT A HOUR GLASS WHILE TIME PASS
NO WHERE TO GO IS THE AFTERMATH
NO COUCH TO CRASH NO WHERE TO BATH
SO LIVING ON THE STREETS IS ALL HE HAS
Years would pass
Families would come and go
Boys grew into men
And girls into women
Seasons would change
As Alexandra quietly roamed
The dark rooms of her castle of dreams
Now a dungeon of gloom
Silently biding her time
Waiting for the day
A handsome young man would arrive
To take up residence
In the summer of two ��"thousand
Sebastian and Sharon moved into the old dank apartment
The apparition watched them
approach through her bedroom window
The man was, a stunning image
Of what her lonely soul
Had been longing for all these reclusive years
She watched him set up an office in her bedroom
An aspiring writer
She would remain in the shadows for now
And silently observe him
When the time was right.
She would flood the halls
With the scent of that haunting lavender
His wife did not stand a chance
Because one day Alexandra would claim him
And so it began……………………………………………………………………
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