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Separation speaks

Segments

draw attention

sequentially~ 

named and not named

and perhaps one such

names the whole

or the whole remains

unnamed~

separation speaks~~

Days End

Gentle lapping waters
roll sequentially onto shore,
like tiny crystals sparks, highlighted by the shining sun.

Blackened tree stumps 
stand 
like soldiers on watch.

A pelican,
skims the surface of the lake,
in search of tasty morsels lurking beneath murky waters.

The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
Undisturbed, 
he resumes his peaceful nap.

Camp fires send spiralling smoke puffs upwards,
carried away with the wind, 
followed by another smoke signal.

The sandy banks,
with mounds of trodden turrets lay in wait,
for creatures on dusk patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.

The setting sun slowly sinks, 
sending sliver shimmers across the lake.

Again, nightfall descends.
Another day closes.

the subject is rain

to rain on someone's 
parade ~ is spoil ruin someone's
fun joy happiness

saving for rainy
days ~ are when good turned bad and
you're ready for it

raincheck ~ simplify's
life scheduled prupose arranged
sequentially yours

charge it to the dust 
and let the rain settle it
 ~ just pay or get out

come in out of the 
rain ~ it's a losing battle
wake up to the facts

it’s raining pitchforks
British to rain stair rods ~ is
to rain heavily

Msdos Auxiliairr- a Dedicated Verse To Kaitlyn Tiger

Posterior reliance cordial dependent assistant
Rearward following  assistant gatherings
Astern and nice Miss Courteous and polite is
Assistant nurtured provider
Rearward following assistant gatherings
In the wake of 
assistant nurtured provider 
sequentially afterwards ensuring their assistant tasked 
In the wake of
Astern and nice Miss courteous and polite is
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   Ms. Dos Auxiliaire~

6/7/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 
a Pantoum Poem

With Proper Instruction

what bares repeating?
what sounds are right to sing
everything is an opportunity
for us to sing
what bares repeating?
what bares repeating?
is this right
and should I find the chorus
the sounds are softened
right harmony for us
which words bare repeating
and are they sequentially right
do they share proper meaning
are they loose or too tight?
what bares repeating?
to be sung in high range.
written to have meaning
not to sound strange.
what bares repeating?
and do these words mention love?
are they written to have meaning?
and who is the author thinking of?
do they bare repeating?
do they bare reputation?

The Escalating Deep

A withered and separated flower lay squashed in bent stature.The wind silently erodes the remaining petals sequentially, with each pulse of the air. 

A distant nightmare, tangibly manifested, the echoing warning from the past. 

A trapped piece of newspaper married to a low-lying hedge branch, concealed from notice, dead from purpose.

An hourglass society, scuttling around in organized vice and engineered hypocrisy with time to dictate and money to distract. 

A plague of opinions in this boundless possibility never reaching bedrock. A gash made upon the earth, a slow
puncture untreated in our hourglass existence we believe isn’t moving.

Numerical Oceans Floating On Logic

Numbers come from a singularity at sea
Grow into oceans numerically speaking 
Fluent in the foreign language of Chronology
Born from an original source sequentially conceived
Sometimes repeating calculus because they can

Starting out as the number one and counting
Figures break down into fractions
That hatch from shells on the banks of logic

Mathematical equations have solid names
John and Mary are not among them 
Algebra is also not related at this time
However, Algebraic expressions seem human
When written as a quotient of polynomials
Rational and irrational as they may appear

Numerical oceans floating on logic surround us
It is hard to grasp such fluid objects in motion
Chronological or otherwise they still come
One after another exponentially counting down
Dividing by ten to get to the sum of the day

I Run

I run 
far away-
No one can see -
It’s a curse I’ve suppressed my whole life-
Some sort of therapy 
letting go-
Leaving -
Somewhere to wonderland-
I fight my mind-
My heart always loses
And I retreat
I long for the days which are obsolete-
And then I bury my head in the dirt-
Feelings emerge-
I see sub sequentially-
It’s all the tree-
Of life-
Branches fall
You have to live
Or risk to lose it all

Being 59

Being 59

How are you going to tell her?
Fired again by a 30 something?
Don’t you know your profession? 
How can you forget a whole profession?

No, you didn’t forget it.
It’s the way you do it. 
You piss off the young
You are old…vulnerable to the virus of disdain.

Here she comes,
Avoid her and don’t make her cook
Eat cheese and crackers and Cheerios for dinner. 
Is that saving money or self-flagellation? 
Who cares, it’s healthy. 

Your life is going nowhere, 
Go have a beer on the porch.
See the blurry stars through the screen.
How do you connect those?  
Is that the screen or the natural dimming of older eyeballs?
Beer thoughts incoming/--/connecting to the other screen: 

Can’t do the technology, 
Like the others,
Know the steps, 
Or become, 
Sequentially dumb.

 And think. Too many unanswered questions.
You can do this some other way,
What other way? 
Remember the Russian woman who broke up with you in your twenties?
Who said, “There’s a lid for every pot.”
“Was she talking about a job?” 
I think She meant someone will love you, or someone will take you in.  
Who cares, it’s healthy. 
Eat the meal, go to bed.

Hurricanes

Hurricane by any name is a dreaded beast
Monster winds guide every turn and twist

Clouds cluster in enormous darker shapes
Heated moisture dominates form they take 

Dressed in cloudy eye-wall winds rotate
High gusting speeds foretell its arrival date

As eye of the storm approaches a landfall
Communities begin making evacuation calls 

Stocking food and water families buckle down
Gas lines form as people begin to leave town

Death and destruction mount as storm lands
Streets and homes quickly become wetlands

Emergency shelters crowd beyond capacity
FEMA takes charge with speed and tenacity

Congress passes legislation to grant funding
Affected folks are unsure of their standing

Trash piles up burying childhood memories
Cleanup begins without hope of recoveries

Donations flow to charities like Red Cross
Insurance may recoup some of storm loss

They arrive sequentially in alphabet names
Leaving untold shattered lives in their wake 

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Final Scores

Of all vocations calling each of us
perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage
most arduous.

To reflect with full integrity,
both Left dominant hubris history
with Right-recessed not full disincarnation,
those unfulfilled dark promise valleys of aptic time
lost to Ego's yangish self-promoting memory,
past trauma vocations sequentially emerging therapeutic transubstantiations,
pregnantly nurtured with Left/ElderRight bicameral balance

not +1 not -0 yet,
to reconsider sinner's sins omitted,
winner's wins committed,
bringing slow-growth ballast to one's enculturation 
of synergetic grace,
both those healthier blessings fully consumed
therapeutic regeneration,
yet also known only through past struggles stretching ego-compassion's for degeneration,
declarations of Self+Other incorporating cooperative interdependence,
laughter's miraculous love moments
best shared, yes,
but yet bittersweet nutrition alone,
remembering what lives best not forgotten.

This final vocation,
to merge our previous lives together
with those we hope to follow.

The Hands of Time

The Hands of Time
By Franklin Price
5/28/2016

The hands of time are turning
On a clock that's analog
The rooster's crowing morning
And he's waking up the dog

The dog is barking crazily
At something that he hears
The Sun on the horizon
Makes the clouds of day appear

The numbers on the digital
Alarm change one by one
Moving there sequentially
They never will be done

The seconds zoom the minutes pass
The hours cruise on by
There is no way of stopping them
No matter how you try

When the alarm awakens you
Get out of bed and dance
Enjoy your time with others  
But don't forget your pants

Go through the day as if you own it
When the night falls sing a  tune
To go to bed a little happier
Try howling at the moon

Poet and Philosopher

POET AND PHILOSOPHER

Political propaganda versus debate with ideology manifestations of today brings forth a new species of political expressions boldfaced.
The hoopla indoctrinates the brain of contenders stating their game.
The panels are in place as a nation of people listen-in to the visionary scope of Politicians.
Political figures desiring the top seat that gives him or her leadership for four years.
Never to be any more prolific then the prose they speak.
But oh, a new generation is in appearance - a new species of political culture.
A poet and a philosopher latitude.
Room for maneuvering dogma that inculcates a greater focus and a better way.
The envoi proselytizes.
A verse and flow of figurative literature platforms.
An allegorical formation shown that henceforth a stronger political forum.
Thus, today informs an eminent tomorrow.
A poet and philosopher typeface the state of a nation time sequentially.
Where eternity is seen.
That is of the United States of America longevity.
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Written March 17, 2016!

Caring Times

Sequentially rendered, one by one said, 
How do I feel about my life’s thread?
In bed we talk about realities, fashion, 
And realise each of us has a passion. 

A love for the other, their ordinary times, 
Without any hesitation we search for crimes.
But not nosily, imposing our temperaments, 
But vocally with the wealth of confidantes. 

Knowing that each one can remove dirt, 
And make that shipment, no ignoring skirt, 
To get our perfect life for stereo surround, 
Filled with vital juices and joys which abound.

Significance of Forty

Significance of Forty


Forty, a number that equates to 14,600 days,
Life begins at forty, as some folks say!
Forty winks of sleep, is that really enough,
To keep your head from feeling quite rough!
Forty, has letters sequentially placed in alphabetical order. 

Written: 1/22/16 ©

Submitted for contest: "Forty"

Sponsored by: Silent One

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