Short Rc Poems

RC ain’t Rite.
It’s not The Real Thing.

Coke is....

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Rockin' rolling cowboy, casting charm on rocky road to rogue ride of his roller coaster! 

(From my pen name Roger Carvis, the beautified American version of my real name Rogel B. Cawis)...

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HuH!!!
there be no honey bees in the winter
naked are the trees
NO! cold Pepsi Cola no RC
Heated are the harden heart, which are no longer gold
the deaf, the blind, the invalids screams not,
nor are their voices heard
WONDER BIRD
all doors closed
IM-PAR-TI-AL-I-TY-

12/31/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023...

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You're gone, my love

Carried by the current

Slowly drifting,

Until the extinction of the day.

I could not see in the wave

Any mark of your body,

But just the clouds, embroidered with gold,

In reflections, gliding on the deep water.

Would you be a new Ophelia?

From the mud would rise bubbles,

Amount towards dusk,

The distant shores of oblivion ...



RC - octob 2015...

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(5 Words to Dwell Upon)

Though once I was homeless, 
 Twas my diagnosis,
 That I might once again rise form the ashes like the phoenix.

Though did I rise again,
 Twas more like a butterfly,
 Lifting itself from a dandelion after a long respite.

~RC


(Diagnosis, Homeless, Phoenix, Butterfly, Respite)


Dear Dr Diagnosis
Homeless on Mulberry Street
No Respite for Plato
I THE PHOENIX
Oh dear my, Butterfly...

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Frothy exhaust curdles the Lumpkin 
pumpkin
Hard Cider breath exudes from 
every male bumpkin
Screamin kids Crab apples into 
melted taffy dunkin
Uncle Leroy's flabby ass into 
shredded bale sunken
Aunt Polly on the sagging porch 
swing drunken
Cousin Marie on sawdust kitchen 
floor corn husks shuckin
Baby Liza in corn pone crib goat's 
milk from RC botttle suckin
One-eyed Grandpa Moses up at 
Bear Cove spelunkin...

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He caressed her slowly gently rubbing her body
Feeling the smoothness of her shape, every crevasse beckoning for his touch
Pride welled up inside him knowing she belonged to him and he to her
Sunlight glistening off her body, carefully he turned her over
for a moment time stood still as he waited for that sensation
the vibrations shook him as the engine roared to life
57 Chevy and man were one, life is good........

RC ;)...

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The existence, always swivels on pain.
Steps, and steps again....
We do not know where they lead us,
It's as  the days crumbles,
and we must live with an iron splinter,
wear it, feel it continually.


It makes forget , sometimes
to the red sun of love,
but soon reappears,
when wounds are bleeding.
Crossing the thongue
We just  only have
to drink our own blood.

-
RC

(originally written in french...  write  me if  you want  the oiginal version )...

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The shadow of death though it looms before me I do not fear.
Life has befallen me since the day of my birth, life has prepared me for death.
My courage comes not from victories, but from understanding.
What I have become is lived, having been alive and felt life.
This is life's natural course, unalterable and steadfast in it's direction.
No force of nature or man can change that I did exist.
I have existed in this time and will forever be in this here and now.
I Am......

RC...

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