Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.
Mary possessed a ruminant child
its fuzziness was sickly pale
and as Mary moved about
the child would take the same trail.
He tracked her to a learning place
that broke the laws of it.
The kids each made a funny face
to observe the cause of it.
The instructor made him go
but he just hung around
and waited patiently, gustily
bleating when Mary he found.
We may never know why
he developed such a bond,
I think it was because of
the child she was so fond.
Mary possessed a ruminant child
its fuzziness was sickly pale
and as Mary moved about
the child would take the same trail.
ACROSTIC-Stole My Heart
Stole My Heart
S imple test of faith
T olerant compassions plate
O bsicals overcame now won
L ate passions being done
E levate hard darkling hearts
M y God has received my heart and mind
Y esting in the calling forgive I now rise
H eavens goal is the road I'm on
E lohim my chauffeur
A biding in Him ever now more
R eal life captured the villain who stole my heart
T ruminant returns the soul whom heart was stolen
4/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Long-legged ruminant
So, you think a camel is an ugly animal
with kissable lips and the eyes of
Marilyn Monroe, and yield low-fat milk
I bet you didn’t know this.
When four wheels stop in the sand of Sahara
the camel with padded feet trudges along
The beast smelled like hell, but who cares
when it brings to an oasis.
Sweet dates, cold water and languor under
palm trees, a dream come true
It was the trusted camel who found the way.
Have you ever tasted camel cheese?
Centered, I envision my next flux for the illuminant
Deepening each stretch, I angle to the ruminant
Breaths breathed deep, I press into a bent round
Clearing my mind space, hands grasping at the ground
Mornings pass by, entering each one in the same
Renewing by imitating nature's avid, sparking flame
Rhythm artlessly singing, conflict emptied at the door
Consciousness absolved, my bond begins here on the floor
like a ruminant you digest your own cud
you think that life has things in store for you
baby, it's been game over long time ago
go to your cuffin and void your burdens
every action is still born
every thought is convicted to death
when it comes to food my biggest gripe
is how anyone can eat disgusting tripe,
lining of the stomach of ruminant cows
gastric juices of mine would not arouse,
if I was served this awful food on a plate
I would decline this just couldn’t be ate,
when it’s cooking can’t stand the smell
like something eaten by someone in hell,
tripe is not a delicacy for rich or poor
serve me rubbish I’ll show you the door.
01/08/2018
Contest my blue cheese is
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw.
A child I do not know his citizenship
travels nations rummaging, rampaging
he has no origin but has relatives
but the child knows not how to share
Omnivorous, carnivorous and ruminant
his teeth grinds anything; canal receives all
At table everything runs to his open mouth
mindless of tears that roll, tongues that curse
This unknowable child gathers all to himself
wealth and power shiver when he appears
he’s master-never servant, never charitable
with open gullet he strips society naked
Governed by appetite amused by egotism
even eternity can’t fill empty bowl of greed
COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOO! COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That big red rooster greets each morn that way,
Waking all of us...and the farmer too,
Just so we can all start the day.
A beckoning call to the barn is made
We just go a strollin' with an easy gait.
Food, water, and then they wash us down
Before the suctioning, as we await.
It feels quite good to get that electric relief
As those ruminant gallons go gently away.
I may choose more hay as I give and give
With a soft sounding "Mooooo" as I stand in the bay.
Led from the barn to pastures so green
But they're always greener to me on the other side,
I stand, or sit down as I chew my cud
'Til milking call at evening tide.
You may call me "Bossie"
Although I'm really not...
The produce I give is warm right now,
But Pasteur said that it had to be hot.
What a beautiful life I have
Just going from here to there.
Giving my body's bounty,
With hardly a care.
For sure it is enjoyed by millions each day,
The pure white drink which is ne'er pernicious.
Just one thing more I'll say about it....
The time I have and the milk I give is UDDERLY delicious!
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.
People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.
P eople of unity
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.
P arade so grandiose
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
________________________|
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!
Paranoia, thy name is Valerie
My buried bones you've bared.
My skeleton is out of the bag
And my cat is out of the closet.
I feel exposed to the discernment of a despot.
I cannot hide, cannot secrete, cannot cover my shame.
My guilt en-clothes me
And remorse envelopes me like a shroud.
I wish for the cloths of Heaven
But get only the habiliments of a mendicant.
I long for the raiment of a royal
But I'm clad in the rags of a ruminant.
All that glitters isn't gold
And all that reeks isn't excretia.
So I'll stand on my purloined principles
And lament my lack of laurels.
Like Sisyphus seeking his summit
Or a Prometheus that forgot his fire.
But I'll insist on my fated freedom
Like the bird on the wire, or the drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried, in my way, to be free.
Forgive all my attempts
To make you a magician
Coming to you in dozens of time
Like a musician and an artisan
At times like a comedian.
A true art of chameleon in religion clothing
Approaching you only for assistance
Never making a remittance but
always giving you the remnant
Even on that i failed to ruminate
But act like a ruminant
I used every instrument of the
mathematician (that on tithe)
Neglecting all your epistles to the
Corinthians, Ephesians,
Philippians, Colossians.
Especially, the one to the Thessalonians.
I omitted the acts of the Apostles
I did not take after the act of Joseph of Arimathea.
These portray the true heart of a politician
and not a Christian.
Forgiveness is a decision
Forgive and forget Is a household song
How do i deal with the incisions?
To be safe from infections and perversions
That leads to perdition without neglecting my
friends affection and persuasion
That is the nub of this notion
Only by your injunctions and inscriptions
It may be by information for reformation
I can make the right corrections
I must reach perfection
O Lord can you still forgive me?
Long Necked Ruminant
So you think a camel is just an ugly animal,
a camel has kissable lips and eyes like
Marilyn Monroe; and it gives milk, low fat and
nourishing. But I bet you didn’t know that.
When a four wheel, stops by lack of petrol in
the sand of Sahara, the camel with its padded
cloves trudges along, smells like hell, but
who cares when it can bring you to an oasis.
Sweet dates, cold water and languor under
palm trees, a dream comes true, but do not
forget it was a camel that brought you there.
And have you ever tasted camel cheese?
O mind
My small ruminant
Chewing with your untiring teeth
Days gone by
Pulled out from the pages of a book that no one reads anymore
What are you looking for there?
It's just a pointless routine
Or like an ancient gold miner
Sifting the sands in the streams
Are you looking for some precious radiance?
It's all in vain my darling
Because everything in this world is worthless in its own way
The great principles are often rainbows beyond reach
Where the day's substitutes are hanging
Driven by lust for money and short-lived passions
Nothing from the past can be returned to me
In my remaining days
And the nature of the world won't have advanced
Even a single step
If when I reach the end of my days
The child in me is far better
Than the crazy man writing the poem
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