Short Juggernauts Poems

sing out loud 
Poseidon
hold up your trident
juggernauts request to sail
through
your
white cliffs
but 
jagged waters
where
we
entered 
Poseidon's Gateway...

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The day will soon come when it's all for naught
Can you fathom that day when we have no thought
It's the end of the show
It's all that we know
No longer has meaning, just aimless juggernauts...

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Muted my mouth open I yell,  I Scream, & Shout;
-My ears are closed my mind is filled with doubt;
Emotions variances clouded judgment at naught;
Clarity's beholden it juggernauts;
And where do I stand while I'm falling;
And what do I listened to as I'm crawling;
Covid are the breathe that breathes not;
Lost are those  souls that repented not;

7/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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The cogs of time
are creaking to life.
The time has come for me to shoulder my
responsibility and become a man.
No, it hasn't.
It is time to shut up.
It's time for everyone to shut up.
Not time to think; thinking is an eternal funnel.
Time to grind the stones;
harvest the aeons of work.
The bounties of our travels,
Endless musty rooms of crystals and trinkets
are pulverized by the hulls
of twisted, shapeless juggernauts....

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The Holy Bible is a Journal.   
On the desk, and it's definitely 
not made of Mahogany, 
it's lightly-stained Oak.

The blanket is Navaho.   It's All Sacred.   
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini

 - will make more,  but the Object can't be Programmed.

It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts , 
some say Gordian Knots, 
of Simulation "Theory."

It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa....

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The hull lolls,
anchored to a fouling current.
Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky,
bugs lurch and slow skirt.
I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze.
An osprey jumps out of a high ambit,
swooping fast.
I imagine a wind in the wake of its wings.
The bird dives, cleaves the light, arrow bright
parting the weight of these doldrums.
The wallowing skiff seems to shrug off the heavy air
as talons scoop up a wriggling fish
together with my up-lifted mind....

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he keeps saying it's
gonna
be a bumpy ride

but that's life

and all these spin-offs
about juggernauts 
space fairies
and
helmets with no chin straps 

riding in his 
space cow
across the galaxy

i'm considering a chin-strap-beard
we are
one tonight

i explain to the human geography teacher 
in the lounge
that i am a completionist
i don't just
watch some episodes, but finish the lot

he counters, "did you see every episode
of duck tales?"

the man is mad...

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