Late: The square?holds its panting between
?the last bus and the first argument.
Nowhere / ‘online’ - @someone is ‘winning’..?
A face, a flag, emptiness trending; always.
We desired a just world -?rights, dignity, ‘progress’; doors?that open to merit.
Enlightenment still flashes warning
from the distant rocks - through darkling fog.?
The doors? Gone.
?it will not be alright.?
it is cold.
?the square waits: quiet, tense.?
you are here,?
so am I.
In the never ending dream I keep walking
Through the insufficient scheme I keep talking
It’s a crying shame, still not quite enough
You may call it lame, call it boring stuff
In the morning street on a shady sidewalk
I move on whispering inner monologue
Wouldn’t be surprised if you do the same
We’ve got something to alter this lose-lose game
In the fading dream, that doesn’t fade too much
There’s a hidden door, that I can’t unlatch
But I tend to suspect it’s an exit door
Must be cold outside, colder than before
So this narrow passage leads to square I know
And I’m welcomed in again, where I used to go
And the waiter turns up with a tray of grapes
Offering a complimentary aftertaste.
KNICKS TWENTY NINE DOWN
MY GOODNESS THEY WENT TO TOWN
ONE GAME FROM THE CROWN
1-One
2-Two
3-Three
4-Four
5-Five
Five perfection
Four is free
Three shall be
Two isn't it
One won't quit
---APHPA SQUARE
4/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Strawberry blond curls bouncing as she dances
Quickly stealing hearts country music romances
Universal love for music maroon mood enhances
A little tip of his hat he winks a tall strapping lad
Red flannel shirt blue jeans work charming fad
Emerald eyes full of delight the barn is a glow
Denim jackets boots matching as we Do-Si-do
Amber moon hangs this June like pearl earring
New music swells cowboy yells playing tambourine
Come one come all let’s dance till fall a happy hour
Energetic night a bluegrass night blooms like flower
A sweet sound like a robin’s song
drifted through the air,
The blissful melody was soothing
to my ear,
My wandering feet followed and
took me into the middle of Trafalgar Square,
Where music was playing, and
people were dancing everywhere.
While walking around, someone
bumped into me,
Halfway through the fall, I felt a hand
catch me,
Glancing up, I saw two beautiful
pools reflecting the blueness of
the sky,
Before I could say thank you, the
stranger had walked away.
As I sat, sipping my coffee and
resting my weary feet,
I heard someone say, Hello and
turned around to see,
I was surprised to see the owner
of those eyes standing right behind
me,
He had a friendly smile and a handful
of balloons,
He offered me one in the shape
of a half-moon.
Thank you to all those strangers
who go out of their way,
To make a difference in brightening someone’s day,
I was lucky to have met one such
stranger from among those rare
few,
Before entering the tube station,
I smiled as I released the balloon and
off it flew.
by Zyrool
01/26
In Catsville,
delighfully fragrant,
a musky moggy croons.
Reverb resounds
as lyrics drift
"Sugar and spice
"and all things mice!"
The Siamese star harmonises
with vociferous vocals
"Gimme Gimme Gimme
a cat stick at midnight".
amid the tender purring
of a somnolent feline.
This a poem out to praise the balanced nature of love
Love is a square square.
a balanced thing,
fair when it gives,
fair in the take.
Equal of measure,
for my sweet sake,
no condemnation,
Only praise we bring.
No imbalance
in this perfect ring.
Life is like playing
a game of chess.
Every move requires
careful consideration.
Plan dozens of steps
ahead of time.
You are like this pawn
simple, lowly, unimportant.
When I place you over a square
I can't see any mystery.
But it can play a crucial role
in the endgame.
Look at these pieces
also very important.
They are rewarding men
to the King's dominion.
Rulership over 64 squares
a gruesome battle of life.
Everyday is a chess battle
love your role, play fair.
We are any King's disposition
in this arena of life.
Don't love yourself, it's fleeting.
Love the one who play the King.
whining accordions
polka dancers
old women wearing fluffy petticoats
old men in plaid shirts and cowboy hats
Midwestern square dancers
I detest a late appointment, be it love or business,
on the breath of the Trafalgar,
and with Nelson peering down at such looseness
on the revered Square, teeming with man and pigeons.
Imagine being on surveillance from such dizzying height!
Give me a break and come early,
Before Big Ben, the lone cockerel of London,
Crows with that huge metallic tone,
Ushering in dawn and her smiling, smouldering light.
Meet me at the Trafalgar with a bouquet of flowers
And I will come with a white, fluttering pennant.
Let the match for love and peace begin.
Ghosts
Garbed in ghostly attires
Glistening like a star
Grimacing like an ape
Gurgling like a black owl
Gathered on public square
Gesturing like actors
Giving a fearful show.
Catch them when they're young
and shape their tiny minds
by telling them to colour
inside the lines
kids are our precious resource
nurture their dreams for the future
break them on the wheel of control
and kill the spirit destroy the soul
conditioned at an early age
they'll be at a loss
when they're told to think
outside the box
complicit in your conspiracy
avoiding confrontation
it's not a guiding hand
it's manipulation
you can't squeeze a square
peg into a round hole
they are who they
are it is what it is
can't pound a square peg
into a round pigeon hole
let them be and mind your own biz
Four Square
electrostatic dimming of sunlight
mellisonant quickening
lightning playing four square
study quadrants on screen
kingdom come of a rainstorm
that merely whispers an awakening
If I give you
today
Will you give up
tomorrow
If I ask
you to wander
Can direction
be saved
If I say
that I love you
Will the words
meld the seasons
If I surrender
this moment
Can forever
— be gone
(The New Room: March, 2025)
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