Broken vessel
I come across frigid
I come across cold
stiff as a board
never been Loved
but energies attraction
giving me affection
I've been engaged
to rearranged
spark of life
love has surfaced
and now I am found
harnessed in love once more
now I am refined rebirth reborn no longer scorned
?ike. a remolded vessel broken reshaped remolded
Recasted remolded soften harden remixed reborn
12/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
the pharaohs phallus
mummified stiff as a board
tut tut naughty boy
By
David Kavanagh
True story this, when they opened Tutankhamuns
Sarcophagus, Imagine their bewilderment to
find King Tut's mummy, and his symbolically
embalmed erect phallus
Perhaps this is what Lord Carnarvon thought
If John hadn't died because of drugs, he would've turned forty-nine today.
If John hadn't died, his fiftieth birthday would've been just one year away.
The paramedics had planned to perform CPR but they saw it was something John didn't need.
They quickly learned that performing CPR would've done no good so they did not proceed.
Sadly, John had died and he went to be with the Lord.
His arm was sticking upward, he was as stiff as a board.
I learned about the circumstances of his death from the people who he lived with.
John had done me wrong before he died and the time has come for me to forgive.
I had to threaten him with legal action because he'd been coming in my house and swiping some of my medicine.
I informed him that I'd have him arrested if he came on my property again.
Because of taking drugs, those drugs turned out to be John's noose.
Sadly, he was destined to die because of his many years of drug use.
[Dedicated to John Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.]
Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!
Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd!
Here rests our dear Ruby who failed to duck
She was beaned on her noggin by a hockey puck!
Egbert the boxer took a fatal jab to the jaw
He died on the spot for failing to yaw!
Interred below is Purvis rigid and prone
Alas, he choked on a chicken's bone!
How we lament the loss of Naomi our sister
She was whisked up and away by a Kansas twister!
Dudley kept in shape by regularly joggin'
Alas, he tripped and fell crackin' his noggin!
Phineas was laid to rest for his eternal snooze
He died too young because of his fondness for booze!
Wilfried didn't heed the warning regarding the curve
He met his doom in a Lamborghini for failing to swerve!
While breaking a bronc Tex was abruptly unhorsed
Perhaps the task would've gone better outsourced!
Hint About Being Flagrant
Always had to give him a hard hint
Are of his violations are flagrant
Fragrance existed hearing the sound
Of rear end and teeth together ground.
If he could seem to be much chipper
And hair closer cut using a clipper
Taco shells always had been cracked
Patience and tolerance he had lacked.
He was known to be stiff as a board
Of all us Americans thinks he is lord
Have you hard all of the malarkey
Created an anarchy causing a monarchy.
Of each rule he became the creator
Characteristic possessed by a dictator
While worrying about nuclear code
Accidentally flushed down commode.
What next will he do to worry us all
Controlling where each chip may fall
Whole Capital we have started to scour
He was found still living in Trump Tower.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Vibrant Retired Veteran and Poet
In the lingerie dept. stiff as a board,
a man came up and ogled and explored,
struck another pose,
right in the nose,
man passing flat out on the floor.
11-20-16
A rising on Valentines
Resur – e – rection
Four AM Valentines morn, I awoke,
stiff as a board – stands a mighty oak,
reaching up to heavenly skies – empty –
whishing upon a star that would not be
a heavenly body for me – that pink cloud,
sweet, delicious – ecstasy wrapped in a shroud.
A surprise !, standing against the ravages of time,
- for a long, long time – this gift with no place to go
for deep down – in my heart – I have come to know,
that upon this tree, you have no desire to climb
nor upon this mighty oak come and take a rest
and maybe find, that doing so, could be the best
wood, the wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
will never be a pillar you wish to climb upon.
To pulp – my wood, this mighty oak – becomes, gone.
What does an old man find ?, - when realizing so few
moments arise that he might sing a glorious song
to the goddesses “ Isis ”, “ Ishtar ” – not a clue.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 15th 2007
Child hood
Out of the mouths of babes
Comes a wisdom, a knowing.
Sometimes getting lost in a rage
of ever changing, ever growing.
That desire less journey into age,
where they will seldom be showing
that wisdom of innocent childhood
lost in aging of the soul, lost in wood.
Seldom able, - getting passed - stiff as a board.
Knowing, wisdom, freedom is lost to ones memory’s hoard
as they become ingrained, incorporated into daily life.
As those who would have innocence cut off with a knife,
assimilated into parents, teachers, peers, lovers and bosses.
Innocence, wisdom, subconscious knowledge suffers losses.
What was all these things, in living childhood,
become in adulthood, unacceptable qualities - not good
and so, sheep now stand were childhood once stood.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 10th 2004
Assuming… cold…
An abyss of extricated lies
Squeezing out like bile from your brain
I can’t breathe when the voice of yours
Is so edgy…so rock hard
As if my life is but a layer over you
That you can break and manipulate and BUILD UPON
I cringe—I turn into a statue
Defeated and ever-blinking
As the rest of my existence around is sinking
I don’t want to be a part of it
But I feel the chains linking to you
As you twist and pull and contort
I am still and stiff as a board
Cracking and rotting—a piece you hoard
Labeled unworthy
Fables unwinding
I’m still here blinking the tears away
But as the world occupies my spirit
My physically chained body yearns
Yearns for a warmth that never comes
That is always promised
A voice from the deep draws me in
Pulling me up for a moment
Touching me
The voice is cold but his arms are warm
And every familiar face around dies away
Dark eyes crushing my tears into powder
And I smile
Because I have never read a face
As genuine and unassuming as his
And for once
I welcome what once was disease
I welcome the haunt of his existence
Because though he has raised me from the abyss
He is willing to come again
And keep on pulling
11/3/13
A rising on Valentine’s
Resur -e – rection
Four AM Valentine’s morn, I awoke.
Stiff as a board - stands a mighty oak,
reaching up = a gift for that heavenly body
- that sweet delicious pink cloud
= wishing to penetrate – into ecstasy ( her shroud ).
There I stood, against the ravishes of old age and time –
for a long, long time – with no place to go,
for deep down – in my heart – I’ve come to know
that in my branches, you will never climb
nor upon this mighty oak, come to rest.
The wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
Will never be a pillar of strength for you to climb upon.
To pulp- my wood, this mighty oak – becomes.
B.J.”A” 2
January 27th 2007
your dissapearance
worried all
through the wind
your name we called
on the ground you lie
look of your eyes
glare into mine
stiff as a board
you had died
my heart torn
your dissapearance
i shed all this sadness
no sleep at night
knowing without you
by my side
sorrow no more runs around
every night a candle lit
to light your way
through darkness
i still cry
your dissapearance
a shedded memory
happened days ago
you were my loving puppy
stiff as a board lying
in the wake of another dream
an imprint of your body fading
from my bed's white shore
"when will you be back?"
the soft breeze gone unanswered
lost to the loneliness of the wind
"i want you to come.."
yet a sudden realization sucked breath
from yearning's end
although death was on your lips last night
i will not forget what we had
Certain it is to be at steady aim
at any time
at any place
the dead mans eternal race
Shock the barstool
take the shots
given by the winged sculptures who gawk from the pughes
A pecking order in the house of flocks
Not important enough for dirt
decomposition of the minds eye comes last
Anatomy has no hidden agenda
just a set of character traits it’s amassed
Forced entry
Chalk it up to bad luck
dead as a doornail
stiff as a board
the cliches have run amuck
Just a standard breach of contract
between humanity and oblivion
Don't take offense
Trust there will be no forgiving
So what is said
at the end of your life
if the question is "how was it truly living?"
He stared me frozen;
stiff as a board.
A long hard stare;
a gawk, as frigid as hoarfrost.
A cold stare, as cruel as words.
Eyes know my father’s smile,
as broad as imagination.
That stare, that I alone know, is an omen;
a hunch to unbend my crooked ways.
What eyes and some ears don’t know,
buttocks know so well.
His blind and silent motto
is unknown beyond this roof.
A neighbor heard the wailing
and decide to intervene,
‘cause eyes can’t rest
with all that vicious screaming.
This slogan echoes brutality,
and confiscate my smile.
And the restless neighbor hollered,
“lickings won’t work!”
And I believed him,
until his son stole the farmer’s goat
then drown himself at sea.
Hard ears cause a painful tail –
the motto always wins.
Soft skin burns for defiance’s sins.
Father’s conscience never speak to him,
‘cause he did it by the book.
“Don’t hold back the rod and spoil the child”
is the thief that stole my smile.
if only i could see her eyes
they would tell me everything
i know... look into my eyes you could see the past prese...
but its not about me, no its about her
she is getting older an still struming along sometime alone
or with a friend companion or a senseful stranger
if only i could see her eyes
shiny so dark, hiden in light
they would let out her feelings
all in a calm yet angered way
she would be swinging or weeping
but still stiff as a board
she could be joyous and scare you
and not move a muscle
if i could see into her eyes
they would tell me about her first time
first time for what... i dont know but i would know the feeling and if
it felt good or painfully wrong
her eyes will tell me
dar puddles of confusion and knowing
i could see it all if only
i could see her eyes
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