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The local laundry laundering matted lifted let in solid soiled linens~
12/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
matted furball fluff
ears ragged, tail disheveled
shaved to summer 'do
now look so skinny -
slick, girly, all clean and white
hardly know it's you
Matted, framed, feathered and tarred
On display, I am permanently scarred.
No misunderstanding or optical illusion
My gallery heart begs for love’s intrusion.
Your sad eyes made their piercing plea
in a forlorn moment of humble reverie
I stroked your matted fur so willingly
and cradled you as you licked my face gratefully.
Written on 4/17/2017
Golden Outbursts
Honeyed
Pathways shimmer
Matted Maple forests'
Flaking golden outbursts entice
Strolling
FIRST
October22, 2015
Contest: Autumn Stroll Cinquain Form
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Tuxiwoo
and Cheriboo
kissed pink noses
amid the posies
of magic dreams
cast by moonbeams.
On the prowl
for guinea fowl
stalked a mate
matted and late.
His name was Mouser
a Bond cat Scouser.
A kitten
Living in a discarded box
November
grease covers his pink paws.
Under my sister's deck.
I stood shivering
on the permafrost.
So thin
fur matted from the dirt
Remember
a bus ride home.
hiding under my coat.
A toothless old man
Smiled at me today,
His smile was gummy
And he had matted hair of grey
His clothes were torn and tattered
All that be as it may
To me, all that mattered
Was the smile he gave to me
As he passed me on his way!
breathing in and out
the slow and fast ebb and flow
of love scene imparts
plethora of stars o’er beach
her long wet hair matted, loose
2/19/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
I use to have a paper doll,
once upon a time.
She had bubble gum matted hair
and veins filled with turpentine.
Her dress was sequenced Percocet,
that went passed her knees.
She spent her time smoking cigarettes,
to medicate her anxiety.
One score,
And two for the Lord's of War
On plinths of blunt steel disregard
In parks and squares
Tonight we feast on death's
Camera pictures
In broken frames
Lest we tweak the matted curtains
That shale the paved echoed steps beyond our door
The world at War
Crazy, Psycho, Mad,
Craziest we have ever had,
Tall hat,
Matted hair like a rat,
Speakes in riddles,
With everything he fiddles,
Hands constantly moving,
Brain fast-moving,
Tea's his fav,
About everything he'll rave,
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
I limp into the empty driveway.
Four days, two rainstorms, one infected leg.
The coyote's nip itches.
Dry spot where the red car parks.
You forgot me in that park.
My coat matted with thistle thorns.
I hope you don't return just yet.
That you're out searching for your friend.
Rising tall
in the thicket,
cresting with
force nestled
behind matted
fur and eight
fresh gashes
scabbing
firm,
the elder
intimidates
with rattling
force only
guttural
pronouncements
designed to
instill fear
or
spark
resolve,
pivoting
an element
of battle that
shatters poise.
His rainment bleak
Snarls of hair matted
Bloated shoes mud-streaked
Wisps of hair unhatted
Muttered imprecations
Hiding teeth jagged
A bedraggled skeleton
Cursing Nature, near-ragged
Those with golden locks
and eyes of deep blue
Face the mirror squarely
Could his image have been you?
Weighed down by it’s skin
Pelt heavy, it sat.
Loneliness whittled it thin
T’was called the spotted cat
A mistake from long ago
Left it wounded and hurt
Now lives life on the lay low
Blood mixed with the dirt
Its fur was quite matted
Patchy it still was
Skills fallen out of habit
Closed eyes, tired paws.
A desolate trekker who walks undauntedly,
Truth moves slowly but surefootedly
Through matted crowds of lies,
Ever stung by lethal fangs of vice.
Her trek through moistureless terrains
Unperturbedly winds on amidst pains;
Outnumbered by loathing children of gloom,
Till the coming of Diablo’s definite doom.
make me think you
them swingin' moods
send me to a place
I don't want to be
me
those swingin' moods
are still hot June nights
your hair matted to
your brow
send me to that place
when I loved
crazily
lazily
when the music evaporated
into star specked skies
endlessly
like my memories
them swingin' moods
Shadow's Dark Apparel
My shadow wears
A slaw sunlight rain falls
cloak’s darkness
raincoat
His hair is like matted cotton
hair as natural as a desert bush
my shadow is a cotton field
being rain on moist sticky
gummy blooms bushy
pearl white as the clouds
10/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
The mask's that unmask unbridled seems of gold
All wrapped in sullen shrouds of matted purple
Manifest my dreams driven by engines with plumes of wantoned steam
Following the piston leader score there sleeves in disbelief
1, 2, 3, 4 mesmerized by the coal that glow morphing into embers
Till not a solitary soul can remember
Ears drooping, fur matted
had it long ago shone
Hard to know
as it picked its bone
clean of any last trace of
nutrition
expressionless now
sunken eyes ~ resumption
of…
With eve's awning, ere the hour
Sunset-imbued pulled down
Striped of what for rainy streaks
Autumn-matted as toned
Are of a mind, nonetheless
Off such could not digress.
For a street, its tranquil spell.
For an elegant row
Of bars, cafes and restaurants
Which are family owned
Its yet warm with that old style
Of welcomings, beguile.
Soup kitchens,
holed shoes, torned pocket
Shared bed,
stenched wall, damped floor
City siren,
whispering ally, neon glare
Brown bag,
trembling hand, goosed skin
Silked lined crombie,
blackened nails, matted hair
Stray dog,
molded bread, scavanged bin
Lost lust,
torn soul, wretched hope
Dedicated to "Boxcar Brian"
With wispy hair as matted snow
Her raisin skin and wrinkled brow
Framed a face lit with youthful smile
And bright loving eyes without guile
Her gnarled knuckles on withered hands
Gently combed my snarls into strands
She neatly gathered in a bow
Kissing me, it was time to go
Plus, one warm hug, as was the rule,
Before I would skip off to school.
Form:
shadows reek of turpentine
scarlet-lettered trespass sign
fences dangle off the hinge
matted cobwebs festive fringe
spiders dance on abused toys
murderous crows' ghastly noise
unseen faces give you pause
rebel souls without a cause
unfriendly lot, wise be warned
you now living, the unmourned
leave us ghosts to haunt in peace
that your mind retains its lease