Horny Lizard Music
I “Slap Uh the bass”
Gosh darn...
Lizard Brain...
Cold Blooded?
What the heck???
A Speck of Dust in the Eardrum
Humm...
Strum, strum, strum away...
Echo Location
Whale, Monkey, Eagle, Lizard, Dragon, Snake, Bear, Wolf, Pig, Dawg, and “Mouse”
This is a crazy thing to talk about
NOT in MY house...
Just saying
Pick up that bass and go back to “slaying”
Hey...
Is for Horses???
NOT for kids...
If sky must cloud, let it rain
vigorously. If trees must
sway, let them rustle in line
with heartbeat of a baby.
If summer must rust,
and rust must winter--
Let the reddish brown
rave for vernal air.
Compliment Cry Extolment Rave Hymn
All to Allah, acclaim Holy Hallelujah
Elohim, greatest thing,
Allah Papa God
Divine exaltation
In cheering celebration, extolment
--Compliment cry Extolment Rave Hymn
Glorifications encomium homage
Approbation ovation
Plaudit approbation recognition
He’s mine Allah panegyric glorification
Our spirit the soul rave
--Compliment Cry Extolment Rave Hymn
Hallelujah
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Life just one big rave.
I will give you what you crave.
We needn't be saved.
Beneath flashing string of neon lights
Lining the top of wall and ceiling
Of my room with a window of town sights,
I dance to trance music so freeing.
Beneath me on a table a glowing candle,
As I gently twirl around my room,
I begin to grab something to handle,
Loudly singing while holding my broom.
Beneath me on a shelf is a speaker
Loudly broadcasting trance radio.
I dance until I feel so much weaker,
While I imagine every party scenario.
Beneath me is a carpeted floor,
In which I dance barefoot,
Music blaring through the door,
As I fall and spill all of the ash tray's soot.
A rusty old retro vintage bubblegum drop machine
Positioned next to me as I am seeing above me
Spherical lightbulbs and strobelights of flashing rainbow colours.
He is a quick learner, his brain is mighty.
Chet learns swiftly, and he is completely tidy.
He is not hasty, does not make irrational decisions.
Buying this story hook, line and sinker from his Uncle Missions.
Rave at the gate, With chant and shout!
Make God mind how large the turnout
When his hand, so grand and devout,
squashes us like candles snuffed out.
Bid him not drop any more like flies.
Why must we not be more than loud,
In crying our souls ‘til hearts are drought?
All my dead with soul and without
Rave at the gate!
Demand rest of our souls unbowed
Unafraid from God and all proud
Today, the dead must speak for crowds
In memorials veiled in dark clouds.
Revolt for life; and all about
—Rave at the gate!
once up on a midnight
clearly...
while i yawned all weak
and...
barely over many a pain
too...
clear volumes from gutt'n
more...
and while i knotted nearly
rapping...
suddenly there came a
crapping...
and a rapping at the door
"this"...
i muttered "be my chamber
only"...
and not
a...
thing
more...
stan sand
silent moon silver !
sprouted from the vertigo of the sky
wish to be your faithful receiver !
. for public domain
Socrates died joyfully.
Although Justice did not win,
His voice rang truly in a world,
of so much gibberish and din.
Vengeance is mine, says the Lord,
Yours is all but Vanity,
but hold not that all Life is Nil,
for then you speak profanity.
Live well all that you believe,
prosper in your war and peace,
put to the pit the Golden Calf,
pursue for your own the Golden Fleece.
Dark fingers rained a thousand captured chords
Ranging like restless fireflies under glass
Gathered notes in freakish trilling hordes
Offering the Danse Macabre pass.
Sensuous and delicate on the keys
Before the great unmoving cause
So arranged to haunt the sad demise
The pallor over pasted triplets falls.
Restive sighs are pierced by plunging swords
Of dissonance, the soul cannot appease
His thunderous triumph, ovation soon affords
The master well-deserved, if outlandish, fees.
["Rave Notice" first appeared in The Hoosier Challenger, 1968; written c. 1967, it was reprinted in The Lady in the Pink Hat, Candor Press, 1969.]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest
Poetry Soup - April 9, 2021
Lost myself in this crowd
I’m trying to find you
I’m feeling my way
My vision is gone
So many hands
Touching my body
But yours are the only-
-ones that I want
I’m really a good girl
But your making me bad
I think I’ve took acid
I’m tripping like mad
I’m out of space where no one can find me
Your gripping my waist
So where am I now
I need you to calm me down
I need to find my way out now
The music has got me got me going
I need to get myself out
Its summertime, yea, it's party, raving time!
Always say no to drugs, evict the dealers!
Get off my head on rock, hip-hop, jazz, all fine!
Tumble, a rumble, oh, just a few reelers.
A shout out, a Mexican wave, say your mine!
Come, let's move our bodies, crazy teenagers!
Dusk, a cool zephyr, light now low, smooching slow.
Someone hits the volume, trance, I start to glow!
Picture Me A Summer Rispetto Poetry Contest, sponsored by Barry Stebbings
7/6/18
Strobe laser lights fill the radiant air,
The room sways with fumes of excite,
Pounding with life full of colourful heat,
All through the deep and dark night,
As girls dressed in powerful colours of free,
Fluoresce with delicious hair spray,
And their eyes, nose, and lips, and all of their tips,
Glow on full public display,
At the local dance night of pure delight,
The seamless flow of electro jam funk,
All the people escape the life that they live,
And they all become a little bit punk,
Strobe laser lights form memories in haze,
Where everyone’s a musical slave,
Once every week in the underground club,
At the seismically colourful rave.
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