Short Incapacitated Poems

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Premium Member the heat

too hot to smile
too humid to move
too stagnant to do anything

July’s heat has incapacitated me
will August be a blazing inferno in Kansas?
or will autumn come early?


Murmuring

I didn’t hear any murmuring.
Thank God Vivek had to do it for me
We were “functionally incapacitated” as they say
In the medicinal terminology
One thing I’m never gonna be

Premium Member Wrong Gender

Short memory, what was I trying to remember This is getting serious, don't remember my gender In the ladies washroom They all screamed and fumed Saw some sights but incapacitated I was rendered
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Wrong Gender

A very short memory, what was I trying to remember This is getting serious, don't remember my gender In the ladies washroom They all screamed and fumed Saw some sights but incapacitated I was rendered
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Yawning

Yawning makes you look like an absolute goof We can see what you had for breakfast and your missing tooth You're incapacitated Visions of the first girl you dated And all the naughtiness you were guilty of during your youth
Form: Limerick


Perfection Or Almost

To be further complete
it is dramatically necessary
captivating essence,
present hope,
adaptive ethics,
constant criticism,
coherent strength,
superconscious love,
wise life...
without that we are
practically incapacitated
to live joyfully...!

The Tombstone Carves Itself

The tombstone carves itself
When you are ready to embark
On an underground journey
Where your body fades
But your soul survives
Your name is being spelled out
In charming calligraphy
And as the gravestone crafts 2005
You are incapacitated with fatality
Form:

Premium Member Polarized Statis

In the caverns of mountains pathos fathom
Pronominal passages of perils pleasures
In a serene valley in the mountain sides
Collides while window shopping incapacitated boulders
About to fall measured alluring valleys sunbrite
Creases craving lines vertical I recoup regroupings
Of polarized statically referenced duty
I RECOUP REGROUPING OF POLARIZED STATIS


2/7/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.

Prisoner

I got caught unaware
In an attempt to escape
The ground was so slippery
I could not run smoothly
Because I was falling quickly
Now I am have been rendered incapacitated
Locked up in the prison of your heart
With no lawyer to advocate
Or plead on my behalf
I have been sent to life imprisonment
To forever remain in your heart
Because I am now a prisoner of your  love

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Premium Member What Is Wrong With Her

Explain yourself
Justify your actions

She begins shutting down
She can hear her inside voices whimpering

I want an answer, you idiot.
What is wrong with you, you moron?

She is in a fetal position now.
Incapacitated and fearful.

All he sees is her silence 
He is disgusted by it.

When they met she was a light.
She had a joy.

She has lost all of that.
He is angry now.

What is wrong with her?

Premium Member Outlook

despair

                                                lost, incapacitated

                                      faltering, immobilizing, forfeiting

                                            trap, maze, tunnel, race

                                         enduring, trusting, expecting

                                             empowered, confident

                                                          hope
Form: Diamante

Africa My Homeland

Africa My Homeland

I am the face 
fixed on a map
A space
with boundary, leaving no gap
I am a homeland
desecrated when I was abducted from my rightful nation
A brand
with a name which precedes my reputation
I am a continent
incapacitated not to live up to his flair
A dissident
doors shut daily to his face unless I straightened my hair
I am  a riddle
narrated to my kids stuck in Britain, France and America
A bridle
used only by Africans for Africa
Form:

Premium Member Silent Scream Nightmare

Experiencing the dreaded silent scream again.
Doing my best to holler out my anxiety.
I may have a heart attack I think.
My heart is racing like it just lost the Triple Crown.
Fear has me incapacitated.
This nightmare is perpetually long. 
I cannot handle much more of it.
I have a stern talk to my imagination upon awakening.
You are going to kill me for real!  I warn her.
She smirks, gloats, and flits away, ignoring my requests.
Reminding me of my children.

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