Short Trunk Poems
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I’d hate to be a pachyderm,
My schnozzle such a wacky worm
That though I willed it slack or firm,
Each sneeze would really pack a squirm!
I am not that person
I was not that person
I may never be that person
for
that person is me
unfree
hiding inside an old
gutted-out tree
trunk
old trunk in attic
baby shoes, a wedding dress
wrapped in tissue and in tears
time gone forever
no-one remembers it now
memories sold at auction
Was it the wind that had been loosed?
On my still bum, he’d come to roost.
I’d been poked unaware.
I turn around and stare.
By a cicada, I’ve been goosed.
5/24/2018
There is a loo in south Baku
Where local dogs wait in a queue
They all go Dutch
Yet drink too much
They can’t resist a homemade brew.
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Eight boys, toddlers, some on the verge of those teen years
Play together with the trunk as the center
Unfinished
Thoughts still running around/ don't know exactly how this will work out
Form:
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Dust swirls, tiny ghosts,
Granny’s trunk spills mothball dreams~
Lace yellowed with time,
A pressed violet remembers
her laughter climbing the stairs.
Driving down the road
Off ramp ahead
Small town lights
Flicker; the false promise
Something more than
A closing down factory floor
Old Churches for sale
Dressed in flags of white and red
Night sky above
Blind curve ahead
Yellow yield light
Don't blink -- you'll miss it
Faded boarded churches
Faith for sale
Billboard salvation on the side of the road
Red traffic light
Pink clapboard House
Speed down to twenty
Bump over the tracks
Blind crest ahead
I blinked
is an elephant's trunk a nose or a hand?
Wanting to find out I traveled to Africa land.
One of the elephants used his trunk to wave at me.
Saw another wipe his trunk against his sleeve.
Female utilized her trunk to take a river drink.
Now I am consternated, do not know what to think.
I think I lost it...
Has anyone seen my mind?
Must of wandered off...
I'll check lost and found
The last time I lost my mind
It played hide and seek
I last found my mind
Hold up in an old Junk Trunk
Sorting memories...
A box of clutter
Relics that remain after
We've faded away...
It stood there, the trunk
oddly on its end;
dust lay testament
to its untouched years
of keeping the past.
The lid, now a door,
which, should it open,
would spill out secrets.
No need to dig deep,
rummage, discover;
stuff would come tumbling;
the unstoppable
detritus of life,
no longer hidden.
I live in a tree trunk and everything is hunky doory I really enjoy jim morrison's
music and I really like fleetwood mac as well we bee boop around to it constantly
in our heads and always have a good time with it. I really enjoy the prime it is my
true love so watch out here we come. so long world I am here.
At age ten, I found a trunk in the attic
full of leather-bound books and tied up comics.
Luckily they weren't dusty; I'm asthmatic,
dad scored them cheap base on street economics
but my recall’s somewhat melodramatic.
But for years, leery of Russian atomics
I would hide in the attic; my special place,
and read a book, from Shakespeare to outer space.
there laid the old gray trunk
never to hold a thing again
there in the wet soil
a sadden decaying lump
laying in the soft gentle rain
lifeless without coil
gone are the traveling memories
and self gushing showers
leaving only companion ivory
to be tombstone flowers
thus is the sad fate
of a great regal elephant
victim of greed’s sake
and man’s pleasure hunt
And In THE TRUNK OF MY ole' hoopty CAR- -
What's in the trunk of my ole' hoopty car
an out date scissor jack
rusted up 4 way lug-wench
flatten spare tire
box of dirty oily shop towels
a broken flare
mildew soggy trunk deck rug
a can of spray Lysol
Oh! yeah all them parking tickets from my windshield
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9/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
The elephant packed his trunk
ere leaving home with a load
and looked down his nose before crossing
to see what's on the other side of the road
as the tumbler pigeon
be it ever-so humble
when airborne
was compelled to tumble
and the spinner dolphin
without a care
continued to spin
while in the air
yet not one of them did such antics
to amaze amuse or impress man
but only and simply...
because they can