Short Truculent Poems
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To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.
How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief
except by rendezvous.
Briddeled in your spitefullness ,
each tortures lost despair.
Empty now through circumstance,
you've plotted your way there.
Truculent for empty causes,
the smears upon our face.
Never have you searched for wisdom,
ineptness took its place.
Nincompoop...
It rains own the fringe
doon the barrel of a syringe
bit doesnae impinge
own a generation raised
own intangible dreams
Promises made an broken
some real and others unspoken
live's wir left Floatin
own a truculent an barren
landscape of limited means
A truculent woman named Jools
was discovered cheating at boules
Tossing balls in the air
Jools was heard to declare
oh those rules are just made for fools!
***a little poetic licence as I understand boules is pronounced 'bull'***
06-30-17
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I too have become the
truculent knave
fractious
oh yes
testy
peevish
so cranky
for the winter hides
the flower's
bloom
yes
from mine eyes
What is there within this vagrant lady
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?
Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
While no colors
Tinge over my skin
Your sepia eyes
Ink tattooed
Upon my spirit
Under sleeve…
A beauty so steadfast
Breathless
Innocence awash
Across heavy riptides
Dancing within
Truculent waves
Bartering dawn for dusk
Warmth for solitude
Aching to hold that gaze
Only momentarily
Touching a delicate taste
Of fiery gossamer
No ink stains
Illustrating you and I
Only beauty of yesterday
Ever imprinted
On who I once was
Tattooed…
No one tells you how lonely it is
Sitting in the kitchen floor at 2am
The taste of metallic resolution
The weight of conviction
No one tells you about the numbness
Extremities floating softly
The dull whisper of water
The warmth of surrender
No one tells you about the satisfaction
An agonizing temptation
Tantalizing milky canvas
Tortured artist begging for release
No one tells you about the end
How quiet it gets
Temperamental judgement
Truculent rage
On ever rushing glowing light;
Surprised by the ultimate
Immersed through the waters bright
multiple cellular truculent covenant
How Nature's passion stirs up my reactions
Climate change so disarray
Expense this year abstraction
Humanities collusion illusions ballet
Pollution the solution is more
Try cold blackened Calais airways
Environmental forces encore
Turbulent Nature's sprays blaze
Apocalypse
9/22/19
Written words bye James Edward Lee Sr ©2019