What stone should be thrown,
To disown a system I'm shown,
I know I'm not alone,
Life feels like a big loan,
A load I own and pay for,
Really I don't want it anymore,
Sick of seeing the poor and miserable,
Life divisible by what's in the bank,
Worried about gas in their tank,
Thankful for the littles things,
My capabilities can bring,
It's hard to sing scraping the floor,
Hoping to find a little more,
A quarter, A dime,
How much can I find this time,
Priming myself for the best,
Knowing I'll have enough for the quest,
Second guessing my choices,
Inner voices start screaming,
Little demons scheming,
A seemingly impossible task,
Asks to be acknowledged,
Dredged up from their beds,
I'm tired of what's in my head,
I'd feel better off dead,
I've said it over and over,
The boulder on my shoulder,
Is growing older everyday,
What stone Should I throw today?
In Halloween week once the days have turned dark
He lurks where the lamplight cannot leave it’s mark
And late night dog walkers whose dogs do not bark
All steer a wide path as he harvests the park
By day he is nought but a grass covered mound
But a light in the night would show flat level ground
His nocturnal quarter a shady enclave
And there he will wait for the dim…. or the brave
This giant whose mouth is a ravenous cavern
To vacuum up strollers too long in the tavern
Each rushing home to an ill-tempered wife
He fillets their bones with no cleaver or knife
His yawn reveals hundreds of stalactite teeth
His tongue is as rough as a storm ravaged reef
And with hunger sated he shall not be found
As he rests for a year as a grass covered mound
15 October 2022
Contest: 12 - 16 lines, Scary Halloween
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
If a nickel's worth a quarter and a quarter a fourth of a buck I have a dollar do I have any luck, did I mention man made recession~
10/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Super Moon so mesmerizing
Extra-terrestrials
Aliens
Do they wonder who’s on Earth
Come greet Earth's homo-sapiens
You captivate me from above
I thank you and
I send you love
Your beam of light
shines through the night
Super Moon so luminescent
Your ever changing girth
Every quarter a rebirth
Culminates in all your glory
Super Moon so transitory
Gazing skywards so enticing
Gently lure me in
Hypnotizing
Tantalising
Super Moon so mesmerizing
Late October 2018 competition
Sponsor Brian Strand
I have journeyed in life,
Quarter a century still alive,
Strangest I did never survive,
A sister, blood by birth.
Tentacles capable, holds out,
Words unpredictable, speaks out,
Attacks unbearable, out about,
My being, it throughout.
But honey I will one day sprout,
Past your life, past being proud,
I will be big, in all corners name loud,
On a day, on that day you fear most.
The boy I was so many years ago
Loved to visit his grandpa
Who lived in the best of places
This city dweller could imagine so
Those Ozark Mountains were adventure to me
I the boy and trusted BB gun in tow
Did explore the river bottom and climb tall trees
To breath the mountain's cold air made this boy feel free
The explorer I became for rocks snakes and frogs
To romp after a bee just to see where it would go
Or play in grandpa’s barn while watching my step
Go fishing with grubs taken from under dead logs
The swimming hole was by a low water bridge
Just a quarter a mile at the bottom of the hill
The tall weeping willow which offered its branches
Served the hot summer days as the ideal plunging package
As I recall how that red Arkansan chert path flowed
How this boy’s grandest adventures for nature and beauty were made real
For to walk again the paths of ancient Indians
What grandness grandpa gave me when I traveled just down the road
MAN NEVER LIVES AGAIN
Once said the wise king, all life is a cycle,
Things coming again, just as they were before,
But as for living man, once he is gone,
To the world beyond, he never lives again.
His cycle is complete, for he lives once,
The sun rises in the east, and sets in the west,
And when it’s gone, we know the day is gone,
When tomorrow is here, it rises again,
From the east to the west, just like yesterday,
But as for man, once he is gone,
He never comes again, he never lives again.
Unlike the wind, man comes once,
It blows today, from the East to the West,
And tomorrow may be, just like today,
Unlike the wind, man lives once,
Unlike the wind, man never lives again,
To repeat his life, once he is gone,
When it is new moon, we know,
It shall be a half, a quarter , a crescent then gone,
And then we shall wait, another cycle again,
But as for man, he lives just once,
And once he is gone, to the world beyond,
He never lives again, to repeat his life.
The ice Queen at the candy store, white princess wearing
their crown all around quarter a pound, the snow bunnies
all in black, the ladies dress in black, who loves you my
virgin man who loves you my virgin son,like droven snow
the lady in white the wedding starts but the lady in
red won't marry my snowly virgin son. she likes it like
that she likes it like that my virgin man. fairly princess
all for you and o marriage well come my virgin son.
Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes
Nay, strong aroma of exotic food nauseates the palate
Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace masses of fibre
Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth..
Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth
sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!"
The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the
circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season.
Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement...
Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow.
Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky
A northeasterly wind blows in echos of fond memories.
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