Sweet angel of Mayfield
lifted into the air.
She was the sweetheart
of a town…their prayer.
She’s a representative
of a dozen kids
who will spend Christmas
off the earthly grid.
We look into her hopeful face…
there was a moment
where the world thought
the twister might hand a bestowment
to a town torn up.
the light in babe’s eyes
a twinkle in heaven…
as earth weeps ‘goodbye.’
Reminders that life is short,
sometimes very short…
Many in Mayfield left
by windswept transport.
Sweet angel of Mayfield
merely a representative
of a town torn asunder
with no preventative.
Reminder to hug loved ones
tight —
give your hearts to God
right now.
12/15/2021
74 dead including 12 children
in Mayfield Kentucky
I heard a worried smelly coppering
Once I said engaged and nickeling
The Richer poor get richer
Unrest- unrest- unrest
The rich get richer the poor stay poor
Nothing left
All's been spent
Only this
And a reservation
Hush
What a gold rush
Do you like silver cadets
It's a rich get richer the poor stay poor
They're stood a guided gold plated stand
By brought such sorrow
To richer poor gets richer
Tohat preventative preventative cushion
I felt compelled to sniff the elements
I threw my silver spoon upon the floor
The surplus standbys storing
I crave the proactive precious plus gold rush
Set I think of kil
Death shall bring assets
Which I whom discovered the reserve
The richer gets richer the poor stays poor
11/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
5/24/17
Revealing my true presence
And very essence
Around remnants
Crawling out of crevices
Among denizens
As well as similar or different specimens
Trying to reap consecutive benefits
Whether or not being competitive
Meanwhile others remain prejudice
And utter menaces
Always insenitive
Even towards their own relatives
Since you've now become my nemesis
I'll show you what a gremlin is
Rip out your small and large intestines quick
It either was or wasn't preventative
It doesn't matter if you want to be a pessimist
The solar system in constant motion since the genesis
Is there truly and end to it?
My scan was not “preventative;”
Instead it was “routine.”
Insurance will not pay it
If it’s somewhere in between.
But can someone please explain
How any X-ray, scan or test
Can be thought of as “routine?”
I think that this should be addressed.
Every dental check-up, mammogram
Or colonoscopy
Has a purpose – to prevent a problem
That might come to be.
So denying reimbursement
Seems a pure display of antics,
Swindling unsuspecting patients
By resorting to semantics.
The written word must be sourced from
an unconscious wellspring, for the
self-doubt of waking life is preventative of
even the most primitive forms of creative
expression. The written word lives upon the death of
the author, or at least upon his being beyond all
recognition.
Delicious, you gave back that which I counted lost,
wishes granted, believing I could never feel again
sweet union with fair feminine humanity,
hold something more than raven squalid pain.
Astounded, within I shed trembling blissful tears,
founded inner choirs of heroine worship, tendered homage to
scented altars of your white angel flesh,
staggered blind, your sun-burst persona broke through.
Stopped, abruptly tripped the ego forensic course,
dropped and fell, the sudden implacable steel of your
words, their resentful design hooked my stance
flightless into the pensive chasms' open jaw.
Unfair, I became so much a thoughtless obstacle,
bear my cross of preventative medicine, penitent,
against your freedom, your deserved chance of future raptures;
some idiot crazy encumbrance, antecedent of dissent.
Seems I got it wrong, sorry, a burden unrealised;
dreams you merit I could not bear to cause to end,
for if you care about someone you should want them to be happy,
isn't that what it's all about, my glorious, beautiful friend?
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