Moon
was there
You know her -
pale, slender girl?
When Sun, languishing
atop the sea,
seduced the
zaftig
Earth
nestled in greenery
tall slender sunflowers rise
their heads look too sky
The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor
Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside.
I'm aware that my obligate carnivore
Has a secret that she disdains to confide.
The cat grabbed the lizard while crouched in the shade.
She enjoyed a meal of reptilian feast,
Yet she kept the tail, brought in to be displayed.
My sweet, cuddly cat, my predatory beast.
An ethereal lady visiting us!
She arrives magnificently dressed
In white silky laces, and exquisite silver jewellery,
Glistening and glittering, in a light feathery gown.
She breezes in dancing and prancing around the trees,
But gradually her angelic silhouette gets blurred
By a luminous veil - her dainty slender figure
Becoming translucent to our eyes...
With her celestial magic wand, she turns the tall
Evergreens gorgeously adorned with
Shimmering snow-pellets, each snowflake reflecting
Elation and ecstasy concealed and crystallized!
Slender was a svelte sexy, sensuous, sassy, scintillating cow.
Two bulls living in her new pasture both yelled out “Wow!”
She did not give them the time of day, she had a royalty air.
She only ate people food and sat on a favorite plush chair.
Who does she think she is? The other cows groused in a line.
Maybe Queen of the Pastureland said the prissy pig, Clementine.
They whispered about her persnickety ways, making fun of her so.
She did not care at all. Pleasing others was never her goal.
The two bulls got close to the windows to get a glimpse of this cow.
She was not excited about either, called them both a bow-wow.
The dog was insulted, and the cat was angry as she had ever been.
For Slender’s uppity ways and superior attitude never did end.
When a man looks much tender,
What happens to his Gender?
I mean guys who seem slender
And prove The Easy Blender
None of An Iron Bender,
Who would restructure fender
And to graves with punch sender…
Man not A Panel Beater,
In no way like A Heater?
Do we him name ‘Woman’
Like The Eve summoned from Man?
Are looks A Gender Lender:
One being tender or slender
One’s sex change operation
From Gender Desperation?
I think: who still can render
Services of his gender,
Be he tender and slender
Is just Male-Slender-Tender
so is autumns dawn
crossing over horizon
deep in it's path dull
~
lit lights orange bright
dispensing shadows of hues
horizontal views
~
falls autumns trees waves
in the autumn breeze so blown
colors view orange
~
hues completely drained
containment of yellows, reds
browns, aqua shades
9/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Slender Kindred Glance
sun drenched, a field of
reflective grasses,
abosrbing the infernal rays
of that hot orb, swaying
in the breeze as they might,
their motion inspirits
my head and torso to sway
slowly in tandem,
in parallel time like
a lazy march, as the
rhythmic swirls
of dried seed heads
atop floral stalks, brush,
against one another,
crashing…. serving up
its falling germ,
ground-ward, glancing off
to one place or another.
as my human touch,
with its atomic currents,
attest to their certainty of
interaction, what would
I do, when a slender
kindred glance of
the ineffable breath,
yes that breath!
engaging that crowned
salutary word, which
sounded the first cry
to release, birthing
the slow crawl of animal
logic and its pool of
accrued totality; the
human sun, that human orb
bows down.
My eyes stare forward,
my breath has halted, the
fields of grass continue
swaying, they pay no mind,
it all started so long ago;
seed scurrying about
over the landscape,
lodging wherever, hidden,
patient, asleep for the
moment, awaiting the
conditions. Like them
I wait, I take
a full breath.
Vegetation verdant midst vapor-laden valley
Misty cloud-mountains mask mansions' mirage
Time trembles, delicate, teasing tender tree-shoots
Feathered flyers beat fast, beat furious, beat breathless
Oceans ooze overhead, omnipotent orchestration, oh so
Sonorous, solemn spectacle suggesting celebrations
Both beatific and bemused, beckoning bewitching
Doe-eyed denizens of languid, listless deltas ---
When my eyes alight upon your slender frame
Your swanlike grace freezing me
~ In the orb of your luxuriant gaze
Sitting in this broken down bar,
Nothing but a taste of a wannabe star;
Sad and broken;
Pitiful with a painted smile;
Never knowing that the show is over;
No one is watching,
No one is left to climb your mountain high.
Their souls were taken years ago;
While you were still hanging balloons in the yard,
while you had a bicycle and a pair of skates;
While you played hopscotch in the dark;
A trace of smoke trailed you,
Slender-man saw you.
Slender man already had you in his pocket.
With that first fall, The blood in your mouth;
A shadow too big to escape.
With an empty chorus, your fate was sealed.
Singing in this broken down bar
Nothing but a taste of a wannabe star
Slender man is all that’s left.
The stage is dark, the show is over.
tainted it is to me
ruthless it may see
usurp it may glee
tangible it may be
hoax as it may flee
far in the forests
deep down in the undergrowth
easier to find
in hindsight of open minds
there appears the slender man
he has not a face
and is often found walking
stalking silently
he makes himself known through fear
though hidden within the trees
strangely tall he is
his arms abnormally long
some say hes demon
and others think he is guardian
he is mystery—master
there has been much talk
that slender man does stalk
preying on small children
appearing in their photos
who is to say they are wrong?
i have seen him once
and many times in nightmares
i am hearing more
—just remember little ones
the slender man works through fear
his tendrils outstretched
the fright face in a white blur
i swear i saw him
far from the forests of green
locking my mind in a fright
honestly im scared
that i will find him again
heard he kills grown men
not just the little children
not just the little children
i hope they are wrong
no one really knows for sure
all i really know
is what i am told of him
is what i have seen of him
my fear is greater
as i grow ever older
i need the light on
it seems i am a child at heart
as he watches in the dark
Slender Memories stay with me of the night that you left
Slender Memories stay with me of a night i cant forget
Slender Memories stay with me when I try to think of why
Slender Memories stay with me of when i fell deep into your eyes
Slender Memories stay with me of the Love I had for you
Slender Memories stay with me that's why I cant forget you
Slender Memories stay with me of the night that you left
There is a sense of one's own mortality,
in this brittle light of a cold winter's day.
There is a brave conspiracy,
That exclaims to be gay.
In this brittle light of a cold winter's day,
be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red,
exclaiming to be gay.
For life swings by a slender thread.
Be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red.
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
For life swings on a slender thread,
and I must know this,....know and trust
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent,
and I must know this,....know and trust,
It is meant to be, with no relent.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent.
There is a brave conspiracy.
It is meant to be, with no relent.
There is a sense of one's own mortality.
__________________________________________________________________
by Carrie Richards
The slender loris loves the night
In Indian forests where
It shuns the light
And gingerly places each thin
And lanky little limb
On branches that bear
Gifts of food, especially insects
That the feather-weight loris
Inspects with enormous eyes
Wide with continual surprise
At nature’s amazing features,
Including that most mysterious
Of creatures, the elusive,
Magical loris.
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