Troughing and cresting
Cresting and troughing
Going down a bit, to rise again
Feeling the jolt but not yielding to the strain
Riding through and roughing it
Steady on the board and rising through it
Not staying low for long
Just riding through, sturdy and strong
Gathering momentum to catch another crest,
Owning the board, rising no less
Not getting too comfortable while floating above
Steady on the board is key___
Owning it and riding free with love
Feeling the splash and the zeal
Embracing and embodying the thrill
Cresting and troughing
Troughing and cresting
With each wave, keep learning and besting
Silence hangs, air is deathly
.
.
.
The silence breathly
thousands of my voices
They tear at my choices
~tear~
roughing--
till I
am
reduced
to nothing.
In the hush of solitude
when no soul lingers near
my own thoughts will rise
the loudest voice to hear
i am pieces of granite wall
undetermined reason for being
tolerating chisel masters
crumbling into dust
falling into bowl of crevice
scraped up into Chinaman’s baskets
roughing up against dainty seashells
fitting nowhere
out of place
out of sorts
out of ideas
Moonlight Come Dance With Me
There's no polyester in the trees
Nothing but mucous membrane
What's writing what's wrong
Pattern of the ole coal miners
Roughing it eating leftovers in diners
A brute abusive husband placed in marmalade
This is how bad men behave
Sun bright burning the heavens
Loaf of bread singles only seven
Nothing left on my dinner plate
Dine at my request
03/08/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
from anthology "Up Rising"
Beasty was a monstrous dog,
An Irish Wolfhound he.
If you saw him bounding towards you,
You'd likely turn and flee.
One day while he was walking 'bout,
He came upon a fight.
Some bigger boys were roughing up,
A small lad gripped with fright.
He recognized the little boy,
As his neighbor, Tyler Green.
A low growl formed in Beasty's throat,
How dare they treat Tyler mean.
Beasty charged into the fray,
His barking fierce and loud.
The bullies squealed and ran away,
Leaving the small boy cowed.
With gentle steps and wagging tail,
Beasty approached the frightened lad.
Then promptly gave his face a lick,
Causing Tyler to smile a tad.
Throwing his arms around the huge dog's neck,
And hugging with all his might,
Tyler thanked the beast for saving him,
And putting the bullies to flight.
Tyler and Beasty became great friends,
Though an odd looking couple they made.
A slight little boy and a monstrous dog,
It was fun watching them as they played.
6/20/13
For Seren's "Little Lad, Big Dog" contest
My own downfall,
being with no malice of intent.
the gravity of being born with no force,
my soul even wanders beyond my spirit.
shame of uncleanliness;
guilt of unworthiness,
troubles of accepting,
missing pieces that can't be held together.
troubles with sanity,
sometimes roughing it out to tip of the edge of reasoning.
no rest for the weary,
thanks!, things couldn't get any tougher than this.
mentality co-existing with no hope of success,
unwanted failures and regrets slowing me down until it all ends.
His way of life, I will
never understand
This character, We all
know as, "Peter Pan"
The idea of him taking
a young woman,by the
hand
Only to drop her, for a
more indefinite plan
Such as, "roughing it",
with the "lost boys", in
NEVERLAND
When he can perform MAGIC,
with a single grain of sand
yet, it's He, who AMERICA,
wants by Popular Demand
How ironic, for this Young Boy,
to somehow be, "the Man"
The postcard reads"Wish You Were Here"
Then I see the sea of loves wave on how
We behave... The sea waves rush and
Your surfboard gets drenched. Is this a
Dream you wonder and nothing but gushes
Of extremely salty water gives water gives
Us both a potent pinch. Your surfboard stands
High nearly touching the clear blue sky. The sun
Of sweet love has us sweating from strenuous
Activity. Oh in glee we are both surfing in the
Sea of sweet love getting soaking wet from
Below and above. The postcard reads "Come
Join Me" Then us surfing in the sea of sweet
Love will no longer be fantasy but reality.
Surfing in the sea of love drenching the
Surfboard roughing the waves that won't
Behave and that's okay. One day the postcard
Will read "What a wonderful vacation1 Y'all come
Back to love nation." Surfing in the sea of sweet
Love is a vacation to savor on any board like
Surface. Surfing in the sea of sweet love is
A dream worth having to get pinched by the
Saline waves. Surfing in the sea of sweet love
Is what is by both of us craved. Come over
Here and ride the waves, the postcard says!
My Backyard Playground....Mt. Lassen Peak
Our playground is a mountain steep
Come climb with me to Lassen's Peak!
It guards our valley, rust and green
Like roughing it? A camper's dream!
Or take a picnic for the day
Such beauty takes your breath away
With lakes and streams and meadowland
Boiling mudpots, volcanic thrills
And sulpher springs to take a bath
With fish and game and hiking trails
In summer take your fishing poles
Or ski the slopes when winter calls
One hundred years, since last it blew
Prepare to run....'cause it ain't through!!!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Inspired by Brian's contest "SONNET ME"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassen_Peak
Skinny
All american
Gangsta
In
The
Town of
Anadarko
Roughing
It
Out
Under and
Sideways
He's your typical
all-too-friendly booster
who goes way, way out
of his way to bolster
what's left of your stuff
when the roughing gets tough,
when your bestest best
is never good enough;
impervious to high rank
and noble status,
he'll root for you
with fanatical purpose;
and yet his skewed sense
of what's appropriate
can be so naive,
even affectionate;
though he's got bold,
chivalric aggressiveness,
something in him is unarmed,
so defenseless:
raw enthusiasm bursting
at the seams,
dismayingly innocent,
or so it seems.