When popping a letter in the post
before you lick it and stick it
consider all the trees which would go
to grow a bigger and better thicket
if we don't wait it's not too late
what with black rain and red tides
while fossils fuel our vehicles
petroleum product-propelled rides
turn a new leaf is my belief
as going green keeps this planet blue
Shank's pony makes all the sense in the world
it's quite the right thing to do
Higher learning journey
CUNY Medgar Evers College mark
Among the theories and concepts
Believing who I am and success bounds
Achieving through the pitfalls
When others said I won’t, I continued until shall was complete
Maneuvering making breakthroughs
Taking a Civil Rights stand
Commitment imminent demand
Medgar Evers himself being a man distinct and powerful
Being the product enriched in MEC of M-Mission, E-Excel and C-Commitment
Well communicated through the MEC eyes
Tomorrow came my purpose
Today only a realize
Combination circulation of the Mind, Philosophy and Thought
Goodness and influence
Stepping out on the Medgar Evers College walk
Essence, Scholastic and beyond in success
Passed the tes
If your parts need to impress
Make them out of ABS
Or if they need to be tough and cheap
Make them out of Poly ‘Peep’
If they need to be really strong
Parts should be moulded in Nylon
And if that’s not enough to pass
You might want to add some glass
When they need to be clear not opaque
You could use Polycarbonate
But if its Cola that you see
It could be made from PET
And if your bottle has a sporting theme
Its likely made from Polythene
Now you know them its fantastic
Never specify………Just Plastic
What can I say that hasn’t been said
Is there really original thought in head
Form an opinion and it’s likely not unique
As humans are flawed and we rinse repeat
We are a product of Adam and Eve
Nothing new here to repent and read
I'm thinking there's many
a drinking toast
'Cheers!' 'Cin cin!' '¡Salud!'
'Sláinte!' 'Prost!'
'Here's looking at you!'
or 'Mud in your eye!'
'To health wealth and happiness!'
in Japan it's 'Kanpai'
Hebrew 'L'chaim!' Chinese 'Ganbei!'
Russia 'Na Zdorovie!' Scandinavia 'Skål!'
and 'E ola!' in Hawaii
but was it a member
of the gay persuasion
who first let slip
before a sip slurp or sup
twixt cup and lip
the suggestion 'Bottoms up!'
The greed of the white man knows no bound
It transcends life, it transcends death
Their eyes gleam with profit
Their mouths salivate at another black death
Prices heightened on a casket
Won't be too long till another black body fills it
Money earned from this purchase
Used to pay their rent
If there is anything left they'll use it to pay for their children's education
They don't see us as human
But they do see us as a money making scheme
They target us and then
Up the prices of our funerals
Their own system to monetize our deaths
Acting is their forte
When they look in our eyes and lie to our faces
Sending condolences our way
But inside brimming with happiness
Not an ounce of sympathy
Not a fibre of empathy
Just pre dug graves and unnecessary funeral bills
To them we are products ready to be exchanged
A-mazing
N-uances
G-racefully
E-manate,
L-etting
I-nk
C-reate
A-rt
©bfa042325
Monocrostic (Birthday of Angelica G. Macaranas)
I am your basic product in demand
I am on the market shelf discounted
50% off, marked down as special
I am on the bridge between the shifts
I am a shopping spree gone wrong
Jumping off the ledge into the river cold
Time stands still regardless of the consequence
Prices tumble but never fall
I am now drifting into savings
At landing I become the values earned
Coupons have no equal
Back on dry land I come alive
I come in 12 packs egg-less empty
In cartons at the grocery stores I hide
Behind the sales lost packaging
I am on sale at any price
I am the market value stamped
I am checked out at all cost
I am lost at a cost transcendent
so carefully crafted i sew the features onto the canvas
the moon is full tonight
the needle and thread as thin as can be
I will never see eye to eye with her
I bind each string to the only choice i have
to choose discipline over dignity
I refuse to knot my adolescence without innocence
to produce and create causes the culture to deceive
the production to be mythic
My envy shines green , glowing deeply
I stitch up and down highs to lows
line after line
to be committed is to be completed
without a shard of accountable reflection the conclusion of course is purely coincidental
,center>Battle cry seldom cry
Silent is golden
Frames of fires beat heat
Shut fills the lungs up
Exhaling release retreats
This is one of the byE-products of war
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Your past is the foundation for your future, but it doesn't have to be the finished product
I am from a generation they call X
Not because it marks the spot
But because it marks the best
We are eccentric because we walked the moon
And because we shared lust as an essential need
But wait until you meet your resurfaced acknowledgement
A frantic existence you call Technology
Generation X from 1965 to 1980
Where Charles Manson, the flower childe
Meets the notorious Ted Bundy
Richard Nixon and watergate, who actually knew
That this was an era of being a shrew
The birth of individuality
Known for practicalities
Known for informalities
The ghosts of the Vietnam War
Known for diversities
The civil technicalities
Henceforth, a generation of creation is no more.
Anger whisked herself into a gray frenzy of clouds, bordering on black.
A snow blizzard might be on her way; the wind picked up. I looked up.
A dagger of wind hit my chest; I heard myself gasp and wheeze.
Fed tomcat in barn and raced back to the house. My dogs followed.
Look at the clouds! I said to my man. He said “What of them?”
He is not the product of two farm kids like I am.
It’s going to turn bitter cold. We might get snow and possible ice.
You are a weather witch, he said, in the most affectionate way.
I put on an extra pair of socks and began to settle down.
There was a flash across the window. I jumped up to look.
A delivery person was bringing us a package. The dogs howled.
I said “Thank you” and he asked, “have you seen the clouds?”
I could not help thinking he is the product of farm kids too.
We had a snow blizzard with eight inches of snow that night.
We were unable to go anywhere for three days.
I memorized those clouds for future reference.
Mere Memories Shared
With Glistening Methods Wrought
Subdued Hearts Wander
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