The bright in the daylight beacons shine;
Beating hearts no longer a lined;
The doctor M.E. has pronounced the vessel dead;
Sorely he bled out after being pierced in the head;
Now a corpse no longer shall he rise
His spirit now with Father-God
04/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
AN OPEN FORM uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,& relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood thus is inherently variable.
PROSE PRONUNCED
transformed
now
seen
& heard
each
inflection
injected
with
a pregnant pause
accent
dialect
& emphasis
brings
clarity
to thought
voiced alone
words
once dead
black on white
now rest
within
the hearer’s ear
once imagined
sounds
become
a
unique reality
Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy
chastising and reproaching -
by fellow classmates
and later in life
birth parents and inlaws
dealt hefty figurative jab)
tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him moving bajillion miles away
compounded by his withdrawn demeanor
diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood
as schizoid personality disorder,
thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay
bullied courtesy nasty brutes,
who scapegoated and rejoiced
with hip hip hurray,
meanwhile I experienced
terrible psychological melee
escaping to safe confines of bedroom,
where I wanted to stay
for mine remaining years of life.
Retrospective review
now approaching my doddering old age
constituted more'n one cruel (cheap) trick
played on super tramping urchin,
who traipes across virtual global stage
ensnared within whorled webbed wide
spending his hard earned itty bitty wage
spinning one strand after another.
Don’t ascribe ulterior motives to the things she does and the ways she might go
She’s no more than a Peter Pan or a little Si-og
The charmed and cursed child of a leprechaun
She’s small, but her eyes are long; she’s mischievous, but not that wrong.
She comes into your lives just looking for a friend,
Nothing more, and just to laugh enough to drown the cries is her only intent.
Always smiling and seeming cheerful
But her blood is heavy and her heart is tearful.
Stop being afraid
Stop staying away
She won’t hurt you or anyone you love with her taunts
To see you smirk or smile is all that she wants.
THE COYOTEE SONG
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Ridin' my pinto, out on the prairie.
I'm Roundin' up these longhorn, all day long,
Me and my pinto, and my rusty six-gun.
I love a floosie from Philly.
She got some eyes, that really turn me on.
She plays with all the cowboys all night long,
Guess I'll shoot myself with my rusty six-gun.
Sing me a sad song Coyote!
Sing a sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! Coyote!
Sing your sad song for me.
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Livin life in my Levys til its done.
I know that floosie won't remember my name,
But I'll always have my old rusty six-gun.
Sing me a sad song Coyote!
Sing a sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! Coyote!
Sing your sad song for me.
I love your howlin, but your sound is as sad as can be.
If I had my druthers, I'druther have that floosie sing to me.
Sing me a sad song Coyote!
Sing a sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! Coyote!
Sing your sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! coyote!
Yippy-KiYo! For me!
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
aka Ron Wilson
.
It is pronounced
kisss
Save
our lips locked
and our pant
hot
Save
I behind
and her pillow
in rigid grip
(To learn more about this fascinating young man, see his blogs!)
Adeleke, Adeleke, you blew in like a breeze;
A breath of welcome air, you set us all at ease.
Adeleke, Adeleke, already I can see
You have a cheerful nature and a love of poetry.
Adeleke, Adeleke, you’re not my son-in-law,
And yet already I’ve become your new adopted ma!
Adeleke, Adeleke, your fame is spreading wide.
You’ll be the son in whom ALL of us older gals confide!
Adeleke, Adeleke, I know you seek a wife.
But don’t be rushed; relax and learn to just enjoy life.
Adeleke, Adeleke, with all your many charms,
I’m sure that soon enough, you’ll hold a wife inside your arms.
And one last thing, Adeleke, my son-in-poetRAY,
Is it “Ha day LAY kay,” “Ha DAY lay kay” or “Ha day lay KAY?”
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