Short Facilitated Poems

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The World Is a Thick Forest

The world is a thick forest
big trees, weeds, twigs, twines
growing together in confusion
but time is coming quite soon
only big trees that provide timber
only the ones that stand out strong
shall be facilitated to live
the weak and minority trees
the weeds and twines growing
shall be cut down and burned
to give way for the useful trees
to thrive and husband the forest


Premium Member Transient An Open Form

TRANSIENT
 made visible
in the eponymous
to
 first appear
a
point a
in
linear perspective
 relief
with expressive
intensity

a breath
a downcast gaze
with furrowed brow
a presence
  of
the
otherwise
as
realism
as
 is heightened
 by the
remarkable

facilitated
 articulated
so processional
  readily available
talismanic
effigies
of imagination
 realised
by
desire
Form: Other

Premium Member RAVISHED RAW ROYAL SPAGHETTI--

Manipulated raw bleached rolled wheat Hard spaghetti facilitated That melts in your mouth Burns your eyelashes Pinches your ears and nose Blue marinara sauce. sauce. That's too hot, so sweet to meet All that's left Is a dessert plate rabbit raw, yet it all tastes great. Crunck! Crunch.! As I munch, yummm! Thisravished raw royal spaghetti
8/16/26 by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Form: Rhyme

That Free Will Is An Illusion

FACT I:
That decisions are in the form of electric impulses and chemical reactions in the brain…
That these electricity and reactions are facilitated by different chemicals…
That chemicals are just aggregates of atoms…
 
FACT II:
That we do not have control over atoms.
	 
AND THUS,
we cannot control the chemicals in our brain;
and therefore,
cannot control such reactions and electric impulses;
and therefore,
cannot control our decisions.

Essence of Time

Traveling laugh but jokes apart, 
lets talk of something,
which won't but have to depart,
time is that friend that won't end,
but for us there is one dead end.

Left alone but with someone,
nights galore under a scorching sun,
time is the catalyst that has driven,
behind me there was someone who facilitated the reaction.

Always a leap of a frog,
never makes a turtle move,
time has surprised everyone,
gloomy one's get ready to groove.
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