Short Calais Poems
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William Madox Brown from Calais
a colleague to PRB's Everett Millais
The ' Last of England' so evocative
making the pathos live
A calabus loved a calaboose
Went to Calamis to catch a moose
But in a great hurry
Vision's kinda blurry
Cooked in Calais a Catalan goose.
Young Girl of Calais
There was a young girl of Calais
Who dreamed of dancing ballet
But with her two left feet
and not quite petit
Cest non, said the Calais ballet
These are not donations
But only my frustrations
From working all workstations
Yet no compensations
For Calais formations
From all my creations
Confrontations leads
To my deviations
Exclamations
In need a vacation
I feel vibrations
Cause my expectations
Is I meet expectations
Form:
Ice on my igloo
roads frosted over
Cursed, cutting cadaverous cold
deathly chill from Calais to Dover
Thought it was nippy
but my fingers are numb
Arctic algidity all around
winds whistle, envelop my town
Why must we endure
gelid, glacial Siberian air
Is warmth only comprehended
when to harrowing cold it's compared
I don’t know a tweet from a twitter
Instagram and Tik-Tok? I was a quitter
I receive lots of texts, but do not send any
My hands get clammy from spending a penny…
Huh? Wudja say? – Yeah, I’m doing OK.
Went to Oahu last month; next week to Calais
My life’s insured for ten million; my wife can’t complain
She purchases bitcoin; I invest in blockchain
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
1. Cartegena :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
2. Calais :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
3. Bombay :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe.....
Everyday
repeat
no coda to
ever take place
Form:
No Home
There was a young lad who hadn’t a home
so off to the Social he went for a loan.
He told them, I’m hungry, I’ve nothing to eat
no money no food or shoes on my feet.
They told him ‘No’; He began to cry
He pleaded and asked them why not, Why?
I haven’t even got a bed
I may as well be bloody dead.’
Tired hungry and full of woe
what to do he didn’t know?
So off to Calais he went
to live with the refugees. In a tent.
On ever rushing glowing light;
Surprised by the ultimate
Immersed through the waters bright
multiple cellular truculent covenant
How Nature's passion stirs up my reactions
Climate change so disarray
Expense this year abstraction
Humanities collusion illusions ballet
Pollution the solution is more
Try cold blackened Calais airways
Environmental forces encore
Turbulent Nature's sprays blaze
Apocalypse
9/22/19
Written words bye James Edward Lee Sr ©2019