When the west Indian met her ideal east Indian man,
She went through a string of more than several Indian lovers.
Decided he's the one she refuses to string along.
sounds of violin crying out in the dark
desperate for one solitary ray of moonlight
string along all lost souls who stray in the night
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in order to have bliss i run the risk
on the high-flying disk there is no resistance
my dreams need no practical means to reason
now that i have been given into this musing
two magnets touched by two different polarities
round and round the Karma card
Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8
now that you've made the sun flip
giving and receiving are not different actions
said Metatron and Kali to the sugar-coated tongue
tasting the sweetflag and sweet cinnamon
now pacing with me one foxtrot step at a time
dancing in the end zone cheers and jeers
abundance lies in the heart that allows
if one can't see through the door, why bother?
now that your pride goeth before destruction
direct hard truth flexible with too quick to act
stars shine on both sides
you deserve better when hope is restored
now that there is no you at the head of the table
sleight of mouth que voulez-vous faire?
the sun is not a balloon you can string along
the offing is a vertical horizon
now that you have reincarnated yourself
there is a light that never goes out
i’ve more faith that a god believes in me ~ rather than i in some god
said a puppet to his master ~ my appendix looks fine yours is flawed
By
David Kavanagh
Gray doves string along like pearls,
iridescence shimmering,
necklace on fresh morning sun
white pale in dawn's first glimmering.
March 1, 2022
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Ulster in Eire, has a legend in song' a son of honour
Who has struck the gong!
Gave it out true, cause he's long on strong!
Other greats have covered his songs!
I'm talking bout Van- Morrison.' sync and method
Decades long, yet new as green grass, I hear he's
Called to court; by a Mr Swan,.? maybe in politics?
Or perhaps I'm wrong? A truth denier? Let's string along
Is there graphene in them jabs; sodium chlorate? or anti-freeze? Is this
All real or just a wheeze? Has your freedom been curtailed?
Do you know of people. Gone off the rails? are there suicides From Sars cov 2 ? Are businesses suffering are doctors on
Phones too? How many people have died alone? Texas has no
Mask task line, I think as a guide ? they're doing fine.' The
Weather's different (now there's the rub) that's why on UK's
Hottest days they advised shut the pubs' they say there's a Learning curve with covid 19 it's full makeup is still unseen!
And Yet a jab for ( it )is here.! don't all that seem rather *****?
But bring it on swan' I'll bet armies of folk; back Van - Morrison.'
God
You are the one
One of those words oh
God you're more than a Melody
You're beyond short words set to music
God you are more than the song to me
Just what is a song
Melody with words
That string along, O
My creator of all
Yes all you inspire me to write
Write those words and music
All right all things all things
Come from you all
All things you are
More than a song you can give me
When I'm wrong
and it don't take long
You are my right
You are my light
Hallelujah
God you are more than words
God you're more than a melody
You're more than a song to me
Birds tweeting
Children playing merrily
God you're more than a song to sing
Saxophone violins playing
Stars smiling Moon shining
Utterance His Spirit
God play for me a Rhapsody
O' God you are are more than a song to me
5/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
From anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
What is it
You expect to see
When you string along
Verbs and gerunds to be?
Do you fancy yourself
A poet in history divine?
Do you really believe
Your verse is in time?
What is it, do you want to
Get from
All these poems
You call them
When really
There's none.
On a level that
Really no one else sees
You post another verse
And sit back and wait
While others dont feel.
No one gets me
Or heard me
I'm so above this
But deep down you know
You're not worth a kiss.
It's a sad, rainy day
As you write for yourself
They're really isn't
Anyone else.
But in your head
You can pat yourself on the back
And think i hope no one
sees I'm a hack.
But the truth is more hard
Like a mass on a tumor
Your poetry, alas,
Is solipsistic rumor.
strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances
string along the passion of thick glances through its trances
little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun
shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance;
love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution
Cidar milk in the radiance to be exposed as we get a bit older,
shaded errie trout enhanced to its mount clear her throat better not chocked...
we mince words by choice carried on by it's romance through the tea leaves,
The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)
is everybody in ?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
1969
connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,
Jim
My eyes are leaking more,
my throat is kind of sore,
my nose is runny
like a captured and released, single witness
that knows of the buildup.
I can’t take it anymore.
From me breathing hard
to this sneezing, sinus war.
I only had the hiccups, HICCUP.
Now I got to pick up
prescriptions for my prescription,
in my Nissan, violet pick-up
while strung on frequent violent, HICCUPs.
Next time I’ll read the fine print
before the theatre violin blends to…string along with my,
HICCUP, HICCUP, HICCUPs.
Oh boy, HICCUP.
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Unaided and jaded within a world I have created,
isolated and left alone I see my light travelling has faded.
I walked and ran to sit then stand and in my mind’s eye,
I figured my plan should be grand and decided to fly.
Lonesome in my shadow I free myself for my dignity,
although I live down below I see my darkened solitary.
Philosophical and redeeming I sense a tempting wonder,
catastrophic, dull and streaming I condense my infinite ponder.
A light travel in the distance can string along imagination,
while my sight loses resistance, and brings a wrong destination.
Couplet with internal rhyme
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January 15, 2017
Fashioning the favourable foul,
Cutting the caustic cordial,
Rearing a rabid recall.
Pardon the potion
When blind and blundering
We fathom the favourable foul.
String along the slug
When casually and crazed
We concede the caustic cordial.
Split the sauce
When tardily and turbulently
We receive the rabid recall.
Behold the botheration of the booze!
Jilt the jitters of the jug,
Surrender the stress of the spirits.
Do this in the name
Of the bright, the blue
And the holy camera eye.
Amen.
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So reader
Amaze me
With your interpretations of my soul
Those bleak enough to peel the onion dry
And gawk astonished at the
French-fried layers tasty and rubbed
With mesquite anger and lament
What worth do I carry
For your own contemplations
Pressed against my tapestry
Do you see as I
Do I see at all
Does the world pass by
As we engage in musings
I carve from unfettered whims
And marinated gatherings
I only wish that value
Which I string along with
Licorice and toothpaste
Clog the sweet stick parts you ignore
Infuse your ability to wage
A safe night through the course sublime
That course being me
And the end game filled with
Winner's bounty
Fit for a twisted yet enthusiastic brethren.
(10/26/07)
Joop Goes Hollywood
Joop goes Hollywood on the boulevard today
Gold cape and cane in hand, sunglasses made of diamonds
We don’t know why, since it has no face or eyes
Signing autographs for all the fans
In a stream of consciousness that lasts
Like a warm stream of urine nice and clean
On the street with all the celebrity it can be
Joop comes from another place and time
From outer space, and though it has no talent
We are charmed and reach to touch its hands
It has so many, we don't understand which ones to shake
Trying to figure out; is it animal, mineral, or thing
Perhaps vegetation that is bringing peace on a laser beam
It does not matter; we are on vacation, with nothing else to do
Joop goes Hollywood today
We are Americans and don’t discriminate
So what if it’s not from the human race
It is our kind of being or thing on the street
Joop is our celebrity, very cool, very keen
Gold cape and cane in hand strolling along the boulevard
We string along with it and applaud, the new foreign king of a thing
Whatever I do, it is never enough
Or it always ends up being much too rough.
There is never any satisfaction
It always ends up just a fraction.
What does it take for me to succeed?
What does it take to get what I need?
Is what I need and want so wrong?
Must I always have to string along?
They all "know" what everything is,
Except that when I pose that quiz
They never want to answer me,
They always want to lecture me.
Do they really know what is true?
Or just want me to think they do,
So they can go away happy
Leaving me feeling so crappy.
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