I am a forgotten home
where people fall through slats in
floors wooden, scarred by pulled
furniture. Footprints lost under dust.
I am a derelict building
where industry once flourished.
Fires raged and pallets stacked.
Assembly lines ran in humming circles
eternal now form static loops lost
without worker. Ghost metal halos.
I am a garden overgrown
with crisscrossing blades and
thorns cursing from shadowed trenches.
Mud slops over once shining
pathways like greasy suds spilling from
sink, scrubbing at stains immortal.
I am a hollow man,
a hurt man.
I am a man devoid.
An airless body.
Farcical is the modern age?
Yes, and reason thus:
Solemnity killed the sage!
Rage, refute! A plus.
Kindness, do ye often pay?
Those who sway, betray.
Poison in my pen, to slay!
What then will they say?
Dragonfire, thy fullest plume!
Vampire, choicest vein!
Choke, O mortals, on the fume!
Now to end the pain!
Hound dog, bay! O banshee, wail!
Bitterness, tell tale!
Slave down river, bill of sale?
Slops in master's pail...
Break down, communication?
O constellation, bow.
Ergo, elevation?
Keelhauled from stern to prow.
Welts around the beggar's neck?
Pigeons, how you peck.
Ships at sea, fear ye a wreck?
Hope, become a speck!
O fortune, bane or beckon?
Fates Three, call Muses Nine.
Tell them back in Kingdom Gone!
Hell and Heaven, fine...
Looking through my window
Children playing around with slops
Dogs cats cows... singing in their own right
Trees mingling with the wind songs of praise
Some off to the bush for food,
Who the LION is none of their business
Africa Seems free.
On the streets shouting carrying screaming
Jesus Muhammad...
Working for heaven eden
Back home they cant spare a bean for their Neighbor!
but they speak in tongues....
Africa Seems free.
In class speaking French English Chinese....
speaking in your own right is a crime,
Poles day Pastor Sheik Bishop "vote your own"
Women in different skins long hair
Men in ear rings...
Africa Seems free.
Africa Seems free
while speaking French English Chinese...
while deep in religion of the Occidental and Oriental
while you eating screaming shouting... voting your own!
Are we free?
Are you free?
Are they free?
poesy curse of hanging fruit strings
a pool topped up to the brim
will spill over
to
endless
drips
of
drivel
slops
Plip, plop,
Pin, tin, pin,
tip, tip, tip,
Spigga, spigga, spigga,
Ssshhhhhuff.
Window closed now
I can think.
No rain on the brain.
No more drink.
Creeaak
Goes the door,
An old friend comes in
Berated and bombarded
By drops as big as grapes that
Slam onto my tin
Trash cans:
Skiddity-skip,
Skippity-skid skid skip,
Skiddity-skiddity skip skip,
Skip-skip-skip-skip-skips-skip-sk-
"Close the door, please."
Creeaak-shuft.
My friends soaked rain coat
Slops to the ground,
Puddle leaking out from under it.
"How long have you been dry?"
"7 days."
Fffp, Fffp, Fffp.
Cold, wet drops find
The very top of my head.
I looked straight up at the ceiling.
Mpa. Mpa.
Right on the tip of my nose.
I open my mouth.
Onk, onk, onk they go
Against the back of my throat.
Onk, onk, onk.
"I can get you a glass of water,"
Says my know-it-all friend.
I have no time for his kind.
These drops are divine.
.
noth'n sounds more sweeter
than
the jamaican windz help'n
the salty wet slap 'gainst mine
cabin's porthole
her'z
arrrr
tresses flap'n 'gainst me face
her vocalz
just the slight
mine hear
hey
she be
yar
.
Yarrrrr
'course I know'd
my purty wanted tuh sail wit
her corsair
she be no landlubber
Thar
two lay'n'half mine cutlass
they laid curse her lay'n
with mine
this campaign
to the sharks the
devilz
To mine cabin
Wench
*hold on..."wench" wuz an endearing term
the dayz we now find enamoring ')
TWINKLE TWINKLE
Twinkle trinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Be you sow or be you boar,
You must eat a whole lot more.
Twinkle twinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn and grow up quick.
Be you free-range or intense,
Very soon you’ll be immense.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn so you’ll grow quick.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams.
Be you early, be you late,
Very quickly put on weight.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Be you white or be you red,
We’ll be waiting when you’re fed.
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Parody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
8th May 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up poetry Contest
Sponsor - Miranda Hawley
It is a plasmid wraith of thickened odors,
its organs, the sticky slops
of dead-end days.
It hungers for discarded dregs,
the dispensed with and disposed of
are its haunt,
scraps of yesterday trail behind it
as grey tentacles no longer able
to feel.
Soon the trashmen will
ambush the bins,
heave them into a reeking wagon,
yet it will return tomorrow
smelling worse,
for nothing absolves us
from its un-recyclable curse.
A little girl since young
Got a goth heart next to her lung
She’s in black attire and black eyeliner
Smeared teardrops and a wrist covered in muddy slops
Got a tattoo on her skin that’s been chopped and chopped
A little girl since young
Got a goth heart beating underneath her chest
Never knew why she looked the way she looked when she undressed
She's been alone since sixteen, been floating somewhere in the south-west
A little girl since young
Got a goth heart next to her lung
Goth heart and goth love
God gave her stitched skin, a goth heart, and words from above
She’s died over and over again,
there's an angel flying above her head,
circling above her, just like a mourning dove.
-e.g.
Rattling rain drops,heists our sleep at mid night
Settling on tops,over the roofs from a width height
Prattling quickly stops, whence I catch his sight
Curling his mops of hair with my fingers a bit tight
Battling cold, hops out when he hugs me in dim light
Tackling him,slops sweat,continually in the twilight
Troubling,he cops pleasure kissing me with might
Bowling love crops stress,making us look bright.
6-7-2020
Note2:Triple Rhyme poetry Contest.(N/A)
Placed as Honourable Mention in the contest.
Note2: Strand Completely New (20),
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
Writing An Acrostic
Warm Warm spell imply spells written represent secrets on paper, tablet, and or stone.
Royal Royal favours recommend favours lead beacons wavered under cover.
International International interests institutions increase institutions indite ledgers’ cloned.
Traditional Traditions of scripts ignore scripts gazette top-secret matters splatters ink slops unrecognizable.
Identical Identical wordings follow word formulate DNA transcripts yet still top-secret.
National International institutions write institutions write encoded notes scramble up.
Greatest favours facilitate greatest flavors encourage transgress thoughts.
Writings on the wall or not?
...
.
08/19/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Pouring down, non-stop for days.
Flowing endlessly in rivers.
Somewhere, down the drain,
Deceptive water, leaves the Soil bare!
Thermoelectric power generation,
Chemicals and effluents,
Wet processing or concretization,
Corn ethanol or vegetation,
Sewage, drainage and slops,
Landscaping and sanitation.
Its dwindling and still we have no hesitation!
Yes! It sucks staggering amount of water.
Still we need to shake people, so that they bother!
Who would deny?
We can drill till the last drop.
But what about the animals,
How far can we make them hop?
High time! Let’s change our perception, let’s widen our horizon!
Where ever we are born, where ever we may live,
Whatever we may think, but we are forever one!
Let’s pledge together to save water,
Neither for me, nor for you but for God’s every single creation.
14/05/19
The slip-slopping of her slip-slops
filled the kitchen
while I sat, listened, waited,
and then the lounge
and the kitchen again,
slip-slop-slip-slop...
The passage was filled momentarily
and then the room adjacent,
and the passage again,
slip-slop back into the kitchen,
and I did not wait anymore.
Into the lounge again,
now no slip-slopping, just her voice.
I could not discern her conversation,
it was distant,
now ended dispassionately.
Again slip-slop-slip-slop to and fro',
further from me.
2nd April 1997
Moshe, Larry, Curly,
Howls, cries, nyuks;
Three silly comic stars:
Smile, clown -- Cluck!
Chico, Harpo, Benny, Berle,
Moron grins, happy chins;
Crazy nutty comic kooks:
Funny jokes -- egads zooks!
Alvin Ailey, dance gaily,
False teeth: Brush daily;
Silly Sally, Dilly-dally,
Ollie, Holly, Mollie!
Belly flops, fatal plops,
Messy slops, lemon drops;
Harry Caray, Tooth Fairy,
Music Maven -- Chuck Berry.
Pitty-patty, kitty-katty,
Ticky-tacky, Cinci-nnati
Polly-Wolly, Wooly Bully,
Diffy-daffy, Laughy Taffy!
March 22, 2018
Contest entry in "A little laughter five," sponsored by
Edward McCall, closing date - March 23, 2018
Notes: Moe Howard's (of the Three Stooges) actual first name was Moshe.
'Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' was a trademark line of Curly (3 Stooges.)
Berle is comedian: Milton Berle (aka 'Uncle Miltie').
'Egads zooks' is an exclamation my mother and others of her
generation used to use (frequently).
'Wooly Bully' was a pop song by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs,
released in 1965; it soared high on the Top-40 charts.
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