Short Deck Poems
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don’t dwell on the horrible deck of cards that you were
dealt; get new~ones
12/22/2021
Alexis Y.
we layed around no ground
just the horn sound
we began to kiss
did all this
you know the rest
the boat rock and set
WE
WER'RE LOVER
ON THE DECK
Nothing
(Consciousness
If you like)
Is simply
No story
Which seems to
Clear the deck for
A new presentation
Of no story
Deck
The tree
With popcorn
Garland, then some
Candy canes and gift cards.
Then add some lights
Flamboyant ones;
Presents
Too..
its was on the news
we took a cruise
it was a grove
as the ship move
it got started
the party the music was soul
and blues and the sun was set
we all had a ball
on the
DANCE PARTY ON DECK
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mmxuuVmST4
(while...the mrs gets groceries : )
one medium...
dark roast...
three sugar...andt...cofhmmph...
one espresso shot...coff...eh!
stan sand
Don't like to harp on the subject of sex
But it sure gets my libido a-going by heck
Ladies in bikinis are fine
But they're a dollar a dime
Need a statuesque blonde with a stunning rear deck
I can dress up like a pirate
in a hat, an eye patch
a peg leg and a hook for a left hand
settling on an island paradise
drinking coconut water and hoarding gold
while still having a mermaid as my best friend
o deck o life
shuffled
cut
and dealt
every second
every day
every moment
of eternity
iI hold my hands
play
my cards
and move on
shuffle
cut
deal
play
and move on
and try to keep
a poker face
Deck the halls with posion ivy Fa la la la la la la la la
Tis the season to be scratchy Fal la la la la la la la la
Don we now our red apparal Fa la la la la la la la la
Get the ointment ready for me Fa la la la la la la la la
Parents gone, what the heck
Now I find, I'm on deck.
Siblings three follow me, how can it be
that I'm on deck.
Eldest one, not much fun
to be the one on deck.
Would I rather them than me,
No, I think I'll let it be
me...on deck.
as there is no was ,in recongnition
of status,or rely on previous laurel
whose standard is foredone and
broken,so shld each soul treasure
the name in one hand alone.
who does solitary shun,and loves
with i to build the most concrete of
marks,come forth with both hands,as i,
we shall carve the fortress that disunity disdains
The king doesn't appreciate
castle,
the lady doesn't adore it
of court,
the jack is not brave
in war,
Joke doesn't have any
grace ...!
The numbers are only valid
when they are playing,
and the player only wins
when his luck
in the game does not launch ...!
Two am., I’m up again
Staying asleep befuddles me
Needing to flip the switch at the main
And turn off my mind you see
What wheels do turn
Screech round then stop
My head doth burn
Like flames atop
The buried truth
Must eventually come out
I drink the vermouth
Washed down with a stout
Easier to lob off my neck
And see my face roll on the deck
Sometimes we draw,
the card from the deck,
a pain in de rissole,
painful as heck,
fate fakes the magic,
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
ironic the tune,
till we do our time in the sack,
no escape no going back,
till we escape from the light of the moon?
a sanity attack,
and over all too soon,
alas and bloody alack... don
the crocs are lined up on moonlight bay
drinking hot toddies, what else can I say?
they have their beach chairs lined up in a row
the ducks are excited, and morbidly so
the crocs are no longer satisfied with the water
they have commandeered the deck said my daughter
the tourists are fleeing, terrified by this sight.
I know because I saw it for myself last night.
You don’t deal with the hand that you were dealt, its all in how you Play with the
hand you were dealt.
Optimal words “Deal” and “Play”.
If you deal with it, you may never win, never overcome, never achieve higher
levels.
But if you play, you will lose some, you will win some, therefore you become a
Player of life and not live a life whereby you are Played.
Chipmunks scamper; bees buzz by.
Gaily flits a butterfly.
Caterpillar moves a notch;
On my bench I sit and watch.
Nuthatch calls and near my ear
Mosquitoes let me know they're here.
Hummingbird stops by to drink;
From my perch I pause and think.
In the city, people stream
But here, I'm all alone to dream.
Nature beckons; with delight
I answer with the words I write.
Blue skies filled with clouds of white
Warm sun shining bright.
Heat radiates off the deck
A warm breeze brushes the hair across my neck.
Birds chirp and sing in the trees
Hidden from view by the green leaves.
The water in the pond reflects hues of green and blue
I breathe deep and take in the glorious view.
Refreshed and renewed, nature has a way
Of helping refocus the plans of the day.
Left to right,
An arrow of longevity,
One long horn
Echoing in the darkness,
A signal
For the wary seafarer.
Left to right,
On the edge of an invisible plane,
Forbidden fruit
Lay beyond the reach of the crippled.
What is there
Beyond a picketed horizon?
Left to right,
From three bird’s eyes,
Triangulation,
Becomes intended movement.
A broken table
No longer bears two dimensions.
From the view of our deck stands the Willow tree,
With weeping shadows as the wind sets her free.
In the night's light she doesn't seem like a tree,
But appears like a dancer bending at knee.
Hearing only the slightest rustle, the wind stirs her leaves,
Like a gentle shaking from a gentle breeze,
No other tree moves so freely in the wind,
Like the mighty Willow that never breaks, only bends.
research with your toys
science means mind adventures...
it's how progress' made
old sol's on the deck
now every day for ten hours...
the floors thirty boards
wide posts and railings
to act as marker shadows...
on sun dial marked tape
scaled three boards per hour
twenty minutes for one plank...
three for every inch
at middle of year
july first twenty nineteen...
a water clock next
stan sand
The deck of cards seemed alive in my hands.
I loved the whisper of shuffling, and
the way kings and queens stared back,
their faces older than anything I knew.
I built castles from fanned-out suits,
believing they could hold real wishes.
Every card I turned felt like a doorway~
a little spell I was certain I had cast.
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If you want to build a deck,
do it yourself
all you need is...
25---2"x 16"x 16" red stepping stones
15---Bags of all purpose sand
1----tamper
a level
some standard bricks 40 to add to the decor
one round point shovel, dig it...
a garden and a leaf-rake
one outdoor push broom
do this all yourself
now you've got my list
to build your own ten-foot by ten-foot deck
7/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
A snail crosses
along a razor's edge,
from it's past, complete.
To it's futures, separate.
And just before it's twin selves
slide down the opposite sides
of a steely wall
it's last thought
captures the totality
of it's trek.
The atom in the
quantum corral,
a mirage of the discrete,
or a sum total of all?
Deck chairs and boats
in a Duchampion universe.
How would our own years
be viewed,
ninety degrees
from the razor's edge?