STINGING BLOOD SUCKING AWARENESS
There stood I,
As black as night;
My skin, buck-naked:-
A blood-sucking mosquito,
Painfully bit me with its stinger;
Causing me to slap it with my hand:-
Then I blew its dead body from my palm;
Giving awareness of gaining liberation:
We must become as liberty’s hand,
And our political oppressors,
As stinging mosquitoes:
Slapped and blown:-
I don't want to be a processed human
warm thumpads on click screen
cant put my hands in my pcokets
pockets filled with sand
cup of dirt by my table
Orange fire tree, a beauty, shivers in gray
I am not aware of me
when nature bears to see its swaying leaves
there's glory in the metal squeak of a guitar string
feel dead wood, relief, plastic wrapped child roses
Smell the green on harvested before bloom
The blood crust on my ear
monstrous scratching between straw hair of a dead scalp makes me want to rip skin out
Ocean water take me there but i hear electric of cars every step
bushes square
trees baby leaves
bloomed too late to turn green
Watch a movie set in italy you feel the vibrations of the screen
make your face red; silent scream
pop ups, plastic warmth
cling to the radiator through polyester, spine compressed and half your bed taken by an amass of wires and clunk: heavy mess to project reality
My veins pump blood spray when cut
I'm a real human transmitting consciousness through things i never knew
drained my energy in this scry mirror: to be human is selfish, AI helps with all but takes root to steal yourself and sell it back to you
The smoke stings my eyes
As every part of me dies,
While some part of me
Has a lot of endless cries.
But still I let us just be.
Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price
Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat
He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object
He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride
14.09.23
She was
Within striking distance
Eagerly waiting,
With bells on, for him.
She could have been
His million dollar baby.
Pity, he took too long
To pounce.
Between a blink,
Far out of sight was she.
He strained his eyes
Longingly searching for her
Across a desolate expanse
Into nothingness.
She's walked into
Another man's waiting arms.
Facing each sunset
Lonesome,
He looks back
With a stinging regret.
Date written: 05/04/2023
No one lived more inside the moment,
No one left others more bent to his will,
No one remembered more for the things that he said,
No one more misunderstood while being so loved
—than Muhammad Ali
(Louisville Kentucky: July, 2020)
whooz whooz fly the bee
it sting hurts like end is near
but it helps to heal
Stinging in the heart,thorns of arrows,
Forgot you my love.
Do not you remember now that day.
When yours heart,was one lover to me.
Stinging in the heart, thorns of arrows,
Forgot you my love.
badly
sadly
coming
huming
bees in
lees in
skying
flying
bringing
stingings
7/20/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Malign me to your heart’s content
Though it makes no difference
Cos your vile vitriol denotes a malcontent
Drowning in a bay bereft of synergy science.
In your time of need, I lent you my shoulders
To cry on. Paradox! I nurtured a ribald rival
Whose motivation smashed my reputation on boulders
That quickly and methodically defied my survival.
Forgiveness, my friend, trounces the transgression
Laced with laceration to a high degree
Meant to promote the mote of ardent aggression
Although progress demands and commands a pacific pedigree.
In the end, my friend, pride and prejudice bend to etiquette
Enhanced and balanced to smash the splash of the marsh
That engulfs your greedy gulp on a treachery ticket
Invited to prevent evolving events from crashing a courtesy calabash.
The first among to wake up in the Spring
The award winner, comes with a sting
Stinging Nettle pubescent and green
Cannot touch the super herbal queen
Urtica dioica is the botanic name
Dioica is the one with European fame
Tropical cousins are all not the same
Strong and sharp, they can make you lame
Each sting is a delicate hollow hair
Stiffened with a tip of silica ware
Swollen base that stores the venom with care
Shoots its payload, touch, if you dare
Transmitters are same as yours and mine
Acytylcholine , serotonin and histamine
If stung by nettles, remedy is close at hand
Do not go far, Dock is where you stand
Sweeps down over the school yard
Suddenly, totally unexpectedly.
At once,
Squeals of delight,
Exultant laughter from
The cruel children there.
They suddenly look up from their bullying of
Their helpless, disabled class mate,
And letting him be, instead the bullies smile,
Up into the falling icy snow.
Giggling, the distracted, pint-sized tyrants
Catch snow flakes on their tongues,
While their victim broadly smiles for
The very first time that day,
Catching the snow flakes that very same way.
you can tell
they love the smell
they crawl alone
flowers or there home
itd the there love tree
for hours
FLOWERS AND ASTINGING BEE
Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to
get partitioned.
The hatred had divided
the grass.
The suspense
was intense when
earth failed to
accept the-
defeat.
A drinking-
cloud will settle
the score with
the flames.
Consequently the-
sky falls on
all the roses, making
your vision blurred.
Satish Verma
The Smell of a flower so fresh and potent
Taste of virgin now become of bloom
Feel alive so tenderly touched upon
Gates of fire cinder my thoughts of temptation
A las heaven strikes my body and soul, I smile
His physique piled of smooth stone as of culture
To the dawn we awake to the sun
Hunting for feelings but my body won’t surrender
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