Short Egg White Poems
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I am still contented
I gaze at your sun
crack the yolk
you're no so egg white
my instincts demoted
the peaceful ones may stop the war
the one i am indifferent to
She kneaded and rolled it past midnight
precisely added egg-white
Yet she still didn’t get the recipe right
‘til she mixed love in with daylight
egg white pedals
and
mustard yellow eyes
following
the
light of the sun
where
the
lilies of the field
tippytoe
one by one
to
serve
the
will of God
in
the
golden time of day
It does not grow in the ground
in a bush, on a tree
No animal's beheaded
Or fish netted
It's seldom shredded
Makes a perfect meal
prepared as requested
Symbol of life in the world
Yolk inside egg-white ~ mysteries swirl
Bastardizations of a good night;
Sullen moonlight pours recklessly through blinds,
Sickened stomach turns,
Eyes rill and flutter egg-white visions.
Shuffle:
I am a joint rolled from Bible paper,
A blood blister in a hemopheliacs mouth.
Deal:
You are an inkstain of poetical nonsense,
A burst pipe running lengthwise through brain matter:
The entire ****ing world.
The Baker’s glazed the brush today
the vine, the grass, the trees
He’s covered every conifer with
protection from the breeze
The Baker’s glaze like clear egg white
drips sugar upon every twig
His frosting covers the mountainsides
no boulder is to big.
He top-dressed all the architecture;
He’s polished the asphalt.
The Baker’s glazed the world today
He’s given it much thought.
We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day
which fills the heart with awe.
Such days of silver ice and blue white snow
the lancing spears of ‘cicle formed
awake are we to majesty, that all too soon is gone.
Gone in graceful austerity, a loveliness all its own,
the white of skeleton, these beauteous bones.
COPLA TRES (THREE): This Bad Guy World
Bad guys signal to each other
In cryptic lingo and hand signs
Close ranks bind ties
Egg-white eyes of the murderer
Encroach the pupil with designs
Embryo dies
No worse enemy than the friend
Who feigns being a bosom pal:
Snake in the shoe
They know their role is to offend
Their lives but ephemeral
Do they yet rue
(Continued from COPLA DOS)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The color of my eyes brown;
The color of the soil beneath my feet, brown;
The color of my skin tan-medium brown;
~
The color of my spirit soul
Is silver and gold
~
The color of my heart beet-red (beats red)
The color of my brain is egg-white tan
The color of my God-
Everything!!!
7/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Oh, I've dreamt of the crystalline morn
where the tinkle of ice melts, as the day's born.
In my sleep I've seen the lilac boughs dipped
in ice like egg white upon each buds tip.
Panes of glass with frost with doilies adorned
each melt in the sun, their passing is mourned.
As I rise, I see my dream's come to pass...
I stare from beneath down out through the glass.
Such is the magic of Winter's white days
when all of nature is a frosted bright glaze.
Just get some cream, grenadine, egg white, and dry gin.
A cocktail shaker with cracked ice is where they go in.
Strain that concoction into a stemmed glass.
There you have a drink with a lot of class.
The name may come from a Broadway musical.
That musical was written by Ivan Caryll.
Other stories of its origin continue to exist.
It’s another cocktail that comprises a long list.
The drink is an old one that maintains popularity.
This cocktail is known as a “Pink Lady”.