Stables Poems

searching for manna in tent city

They used to put the mentally unstable away
for their own good and for the good of society they say.
Society evolved and said NO! this is wrong.
So, they closed the institutions releasing the unstable
from their stables- praying that society would stabilize.
Now we've got tent cities brimming with instability.
Some unstable types have made it as far as capitol hill
and beyond.... perhaps.

Now it's payback time
the herders have become sheep
the sheep have become herders 
with a couple of wolverines sprinkled in between.
These are strange and sensitive times...people.
Society was much happier when it was high
but eventually somebody had to go to work.

Back in the day people were somewhat genuine
now its all-saccharine grins and plastic handshakes.
If you don't stay within the everchanging lanes
they'll hamstring the flesh...
Although you've still got your soul
but your soul never put food on the table
unless you were that one in a billion-manna man,
Amen.

GODs

Faith is a beautiful thing
if you're lucky to be blessed
For as you grow older 
it all becomes messed

As a child it made sense
the stories and fables
As an adult; 
you're the horse that bolted the stables

Wishing you could wrap up life, with a bow
Hoping one day you'll forget what you know

Blame it on God or God's, if that helps you
to understand the psyche behind ‘bombings between curfew’

I pray sometimes to be blessed with blunt faith
to put it all down to, and make me feel safe

But alas the more of the God(s) I do read,
my mind does rot grey for reality's creed;

There's nothing to gain
No points to earn
If hell exists;
we're all going to burn

MOTHER SPARROW CONSTRUCTS A BIRDS NEST

MOTHER SPARROW CONSTRUCTS A BIRDS NEST


under the eaves  of
 the roof mighty mother bird
 sparrow building a 

new nest eggs laid still
soil/twigs/rain/trash together
tightly woven mesh

barns and stables, on
structures mud nests tuck under 
fields under bridges
~
can find Barn Swallows 
across North America
sparrow building nest

under the eaves  of
 the roof mighty mother bird
 sparrow building a 

new nest eggs laid still
soil/twigs/rain/trash together
tightly woven mesh
~
fluttering perching
bobbing up an down and out
constructs a bird nest

alas, mother bird
feeds her young chick mouth open
wide receives a worm


4/15/24 
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

The Same Thing

Memory still anoints them,
glowing in the ashes
of childhood. The cypress trees
in the parkland at the end
of the street. Tall, knotted
ladders to the heavens
where a child’s outstretched hand
could almost scratch the underbelly
of passing clouds.

You could swing 
on the uppermost branches
as if riding a clippers mast
bending in the wind, 
sailing imaginary swells 
to places whose golden domes
shone through the darkest
days. 

And in the cool shadows,
the old stable, its doorway
an entrance to worlds
not known to other mortals.
The dark interior lipped 
on the edge of a cave 
to the very interior of earth,
holding hells and lava
lapped islands populated 
by exotic beasts.

Such things as trees
and tumbled down stables 
were not weighted 
with the burdens of this world
but were bridges, magical 
doorways to an elsewhere 
that existed in between,
a special place 
with its contours bending 
to shapes made in the mind. 
I write
to do the same thing.

0087----Let Me Love You

A philly steak style ribeye
shved thin. stir fried with onion 
,garlic, and mushrooms.
Mixed with a mixture of
cream cheese, pareseam cheese
and smoked swiss.
Served on a spinach and swiss tart
with a raspberry and balsamic vinegar
salad. They smiled and
grinned.
I heard them humming
the song of deliciousness while
they dined. Highly ttractive
and so fine, she
smiled and grinned
until I built my nerves up
to ask for her name and number.
I rode my horse over to the stables
and left my truck at the Straphouse.
Since I was a member of the staff
I had certain tasks to complete 
before I could take a break.
I planned to spend my break with her
until this God Awful cloud came over head.
Thats when everything changed.
 I took her by the hand and we
looked for a radio to find
 out current conditions.
We asked Cysa the waiter
what was going on
he said a tornado watch
 had been placed
on the area. If one were to arrive 
we were advised to
go to the wine celler. So we
 just went there
and had our lunch. We had
Barbaqued Porkbelly
with Asain  Roasted plums
in a wine sauce. With fried rice
and a Casear salad.
it was so delicous.

Borne

The men went through the fields and gardens,
Ripping the weeping petals off of flowers
Which had not yet blossomed,
Claiming their beauty was not right.
The men shouted until their voices grew tight and ragged,
Pulling wild horses by their manes to the stables,
Angry that they ran and bucked.
The men sharpened their swords,
And scored one another with gashes and scars,
Each to triumph in the skill of his violence.
The men did all this while the women sat quietly,
Sowing seeds and feeding horses and cleaning blood away,
And then the men came into their houses,
With their daughters and mothers and wives,
And cried and cried and cried that they
Never knew love

At the End of the Street

There was a paddock
at the end of the street
locals called No Man's Land.
It was a few acres
of wild let loose inside
a suburban brick and asphalt order.
Plenty of open grass, trees
to climb, old stables
and fenceless yards gave 
an untamed world to the kids 
thereabouts to explore
and claim.
It was the place to go
to escape from walls,
the world and the tyranny 
of merciless gods. 
I spent a good part of my 
childhood in the sanctuary 
of those grounds.

When things got too much
I would crawl out 
and hang on tight to the tail
of a kite I flew there, high above
the world where I lived.
The air had no boundaries 
and was beyond the reach of hell. 
I was before myself
in those heights and floated free 
of what held me. 
Come dusk,
I could feel myself slowly 
being drawn downwards 
into a waiting dark
and back into another place
where I didn't want to be.

Moves and Hooves

At North Pole stables, liquid spirit flows
Down the hatch is where the brandy goes! 
We bust all the moves
And raise our big hooves
That's why Rudolph has a glowing red nose!

Nov 13, 2022
Fun holiday limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin


Checked on rhymezone and howmanysyllables

For Clover

coca cola recalls 
lying in the debts. 
of debris carnage befalls 
life master pieces tampered with 

umbrellas open tossing the wind 
abundantly so who are you to say 
when it's time to go carry on comrade 
the gnomes are leaving you behind 

wearing wooden ankles snarling 
at truth beckoning sideways within 
the harsh stables of callous knees 
my soft red hair blowing in the breeze

Porcelain Doll

Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty 
a country gal, ran away to the city 
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables 
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums

Go back home 
not a chance 
One day soon 
find romance

Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty
rent’s due, ain’t nothing in her kitty
All knocked up, mascara streaking 
bloodshot eyes, skin’s unappealing 
Sleeps in the pines, winter it snows 
crystallised tears, angel eyes froze

Barely alive 
baby’s dead 
No way back
no warm bed

Porcelain doll, face’s the committee
lunatic asylum, nobody shows pity
Shock treatment, four hourly dose’s 
prison guard lesbians, with halitosis
broken doll, made one bad decision 
they chipped her head, thin incision

Eyes don’t blink 
stare at space 
No expression 
just a doll’s face

By
David Kavanagh

Waking Up To a Beautiful Dream

Every dream is always the same,
I escape to the stables,
Looking for you,
Holding you in my arms,
A kiss softly on the lips.
Falling on the hay.
But that didn't happen,
Because the hay was replaced,
By a room in a mansion.
As I look into your eyes,
I hear you call my name,
My name in this life.
I realize this is no dream,
But a memory where my name is the same.
A past life with you.
As I hear the alarm, you disappear.
I wake up but not cursing, like many times before,
Just remembering.
I remember you from another time.
It is no longer a dream.
This is a memory, a past life.
Friends sense it, dragging me to a club.
To help me get over this rut, I'm in.
Not realizing that nothing but time will heal me.
A broken heart from another time.
I see someone standing,
Staring at me with her hand over her heart.
I walk towards her as tears fall from my eyes.
It's you as I lightly touched her face, calling her name.
You look into my eyes, telling me,
I have traveled centuries to find you,
I'm not letting you go this time, my love.
They can't stop us anymore.
Then you lightly kiss my lips,
That I waited a century for.

Fable

Where the dirt is flowing in blood
                  cruelty is the passion
unsanctified is the fable their...
                                   that is received in donation. 
Where the humanity is loosen
                       wild is the behavior
they are equivalent to a sewer 
                             by their achievement.
Those who are killing the human
                            spreads the poison of hatred 
in that land of slaughterhouse
                                                the devil each and everyone. 
They are heinous in their stables
                             group of the  Iblis
I am giving them hundreds of curses
                                    listen-
The catastrophe that slaughterhouse 
                               will be destroyed soon 
                  that is what is written in it's message
                           all of it will gone.
Paradise! The fire of hell is coming 
                                   which is not far from home.

All For a Shilling a Day

All for a Shilling a Day
by Bob Moore © 2019
               
Back in 1810 when prison seemed my lot
The judge said “join the army, or in the cells you rot”
So I took the Kings Shilling, and enlisted for the pay
I became a 16th Lancer, for just a shilling a day

For just a shilling a day my lad
a place to sleep, and food not bad
muck out stables, and ride a horse
use a sword, and lance of course

Then came the time to earn our pay
that princely sum of a shilling a day
Napoleon thought he was the best
so we would put him to the test

The Scarlet Lancers, was our nickname
in charge or with sword, we had made our fame
now he had disturbed us, we would make him pay
and all of this, for a shilling a day

Now we are at, a place called Waterloo
with Vandeleur’s Brigade, to do what we do
this could be the final battle they say
I am sure we can win it, for a shilling a day

Mysterious Spring

I OBSERVED, MYSTERIOUS THING
AS IT WAS TIME OF SPRING,
SENSATION OF SACRED LOVE SPREAD ALL AROUND,
ENTIRE-EARTH GLAZED BY PESSIMISM; I FOUND
SPRING: APPEARED ME LIKE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL SMILING AT ME,
THROUGH HER SMILE; DISAPPEARED-DESPAIR THAT I COULD SEE.
A CROW AND A CUCKOO: BOTH ARE BLACK
BUT,
SPRING ARRIVES; THEIR DIFFERENCES MADE ME AWAKE.
SIMILARLY, NEED TO KNOW SECRETS OF LIFE.
NOOK AND CORNER: FRAGRANCE OF FLOWERS,
MERRY MELODY GOES ON SHOWERS,
HOPEFUL SPRING SAYS,
GOOD AND BAD DAYS ARE  LIKE AUTUMN AND SPRING
TIME NEVER STABLES; IT HAS WING.
I OBSERVED, MYSTERIOUS THING
AS IT WAS TIME OF SPRING.

Mysterious Spring

I OBSERVED, MYSTERIOUS THING
AS IT WAS TIME OF SPRING,
SENSATION OF SACRED LOVE SPREAD ALL AROUND,
ENTIRE-EARTH GLAZED BY PESSIMISM; I FOUND
SPRING: APPEARED ME LIKE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL SMILING AT ME,
THROUGH HER SMILE; DISAPPEARED-DESPAIR THAT I COULD SEE.
A CROW AND A CUCKOO: BOTH ARE BLACK
BUT,
SPRING ARRIVES; THEIR DIFFERENCES MADE ME AWAKE.
SIMILARLY, NEED TO KNOW SECRETS OF LIFE.
NOOK AND CORNER: FRAGRANCE OF FLOWERS,
MERRY MELODY GOES ON SHOWERS,
HOPEFUL SPRING SAYS,
GOOD AND BAD DAYS ARE  LIKE AUTUMN AND SPRING
TIME NEVER STABLES; IT HAS WING.
I OBSERVED, MYSTERIOUS THING
AS IT WAS TIME OF SPRING.

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