Short Magistrate Poems
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Magazine Madame measures mammoth mackerels
Manipulating measurements, marking misguided memos
Momentous mistakes moves and muffles meager mackerels
Manufactured mutilated memo mystifies many, milking money
Magazine magistrate Marine Morey measures mackerels
Making meticulous memories, mimicking Magazine Madame
Temporal blinded,
by the lights;
His glory shines ever bright;
Magistrate Majesty
God's Alpha Father is life;
His glory shines more,
ever so bright;
God is eternal life;
Dissipates and explodes the darkness bright;
God is the Eternal light!
6/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Email filed a case
In the Town Court.
He told Magistrate;
“Your users use me
carelessly non-stop
to carry messages
to their lovers far
some too near here
Others send me daily
on risky dark voyages
across the high seas.
My case is, as laborer
my wages are not paid
and rights to privacy
are not respected.
What should I do?
every existent conceivability
aflush, for you, wise magistrate, disposable.
in comes reason:
out-gums reasonability.
you
are so
full of
delightful spirits of unseasoned giving.
the turkey disrobed
stuffing eagerly
cranberry
(sauce)
you have smeared christmas
on your face because
you rolled the paper ripe for wrapping.
12/13/2018
Such melodious words of impress
Alluding to a lady magistrate
Like an emblem of blind justice
Such melodious words of impress
Ascribing to social illness
Weakening on someone’s taste
Such melodious words of impress
Alluding to a lady magistrate
05.20.16
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You walk in beauty like darkness begs the eve for light
You walk straight through it like the sun shining bright
You show grace like grand royalty
All the while true beauty is what I see
You are poised like half of a swans pair
All the while your beauty is what with my eyes you share
If seeing your beauty is a crime to be jailed for
Put me in a cell magistrate with a view of her shore
Dancing scarecrow woman with a hippity hop
Did a jig that would make a magistrate stop.
The only observers were corn stalks and crows.
She got by with it as far as any of us knows.
Dancing scarecrow woman spun around hard and fast.
She had the kind of form that can dance with a blast.
The October moon shone down and gave her some love.
She danced twice on top of the farmer’s discarded garden glove.
Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother
When someone asked who had cut the cheese
The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother
For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease
Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again.
They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps
They probably both did it, said their truthful cousin Win
He had spent some time in their house during naps
Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother
When someone asked who had cut the cheese
The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother
For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease
Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again.
They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps
They probably both did it, said their truthful cousin Win
He had spent some time in their house during naps
Scythe
On two, only you
And the extravaganza
Part implore, wicked lore
Every color, to originate
Or is it designation
Peach to the rot, keys to the lot
Untying celestial guesses
In the mark of motion horror
Some vein in the bull of lurch
To a mother in the insect sky
Warrant to the chains
Such one the pot to the island of a rib
And met the bearing of scorn
Who is magistrate of pointed skill
Dreams calling to the rise of bones
And corners are hardest to clean
He could see
through the faint frost
on the window pane
that the city in the afternoon rain
had turned into a charcoal sketch
of varying shades of gray with,
here and there, streaks of deathly white
and smudges of bloodied red.
And each word
that the magistrate
slowly uttered sounded
remote and dull like raindrops falling
into a dark, deep well, stirring a susurrus
that chilled and scared his heart
that jackhammered his chest declaring:
beyond reasonable doubt, guilty!