Trying, tripping, tanking, toil,
Typical of my intellect’s termination.
Trinkets are tied to incompetence,
those are the twisted tips of my mother.
As I travel closer to toe the top,
I toy with the seconds that tick by.
Categories:
tanking, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Opening mine eyes
There be another new day dawning
Tanking our Father for His,
Sweet breathe His gentle
NEW DAY DAWN THANKFUL-
Whispered voice calling me such…
Arise my son I’ve given you a triumphant beautiful new day
So ever thankful for His this His grace mercy and agape love
Ever so thankful always
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
5/15/2024
Categories:
tanking, analogy, appreciation, devotion, god,
Form: Light Verse
A shouting senile old fool tanking in the polls trying to save his a-rse.
It would take someone a helluva lot smarter than Joe to gaslight me.
~~~
The State of the Union - a fact checker’s wet dream!
*Joe says America is better off now than it was three years ago. That’s not the dementia speaking, that’s his contempt for America speaking. The only people better off in the last three years are illegal aliens.
*Joe says Trump is a threat to democracy. Funny, I don’t remember democracy being under siege under Trump’s presidency. But I do remember Trump being under siege by the media because their girl, Hillary, lost.
*No Joe, weaponising the justice system to attack your political opponents is a threat to democracy. Duh! Selling out America to enrich you and your family and steal classified documents to give to a ghost writer to write a book for an $8 million advance and keep them in your garage is a threat to democracy.
The only thing Donald J Trump is a threat to is their idiocracy!
Either vote this corrupt lying arrogant addled old fool out or impeach!
Categories:
tanking, america, political,
Form: Political Verse
Drongo coppers (sic)
Rise calm eyes sharp mind strong edge
Millions storm ANZAC !!!
Categories:
tanking, assonance, bullying, courage,
Form: Tanka
I was a simple picture of a person,
just a gulp of a guy.
She was not my first girl; she was my second.
It was a Dairy Queen date,
banana milkshakes,
me tanking-up on her foggy eyes,
imagining her naked muggy
female parts.
Then that she abruptly
slammed her wet wriggling mind
down on to the plastic tabletop.
A floppy thing it was, with no kapok
or bitty bones.
Her fishiness edged closer to me
as if wanting to be fed. I fled.
That night I dreamed of her bubbly wet kisses
flying like manta rays
above the rooftops of our watery town
seeking out soggy young men
to puddle with.
Categories:
tanking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I cried my heart out
For i am hurting, but no one pays attention
Ozone depletion my signature symptom
But they wouldn't let go
I cried out until until my tears caused floods and stirred storms
My piercing cry caused droughts
I changed the times and seasons
To let you know that I was tired
I needed rest all along, but they would let me be
Trees fell like spent match sticks in a bin
Smoking chimneys like the dragons of old
I cried the more yet no one heard me
Then 2019 came calling Corona virus,
Wuhan set the place and the tone
Then they heard my cry and shut down the factories and the cities and the tanking cars.
The burning gas ceased, the place of consumption slowed the pace.
Ozone's healing in place suddenly
Nature's respite claimed.
The air smelled better,
The rain fall a reminder of the yonder years.
The Artic and Antarctica rejoicing
Temperatures going South
The rainbow and the sunshine
My convalescing signature
Natures circle is turned full cycle.
Covid-19 a blessing in disguise.
(Written on the 14th May, 2020)
Categories:
tanking, blessing, feelings, future,
Form: Ballad
This is a tanka, because Canada is "tanking":
I
There are 3 countries that are really "North America" -
Canada, Us, and Mexico (Most forget Mexico is North!)
II
"Stainless Steel" Lady Mcgreavy updated me on the news from Canada -
"The American Pandemic has passed the permeable borders"
III
Mexico was always bad with policing, law and order bull
After George Floyd, Canada cops are killing First Americans
IV
Canada has upped the ante - is it THE END ?
RCMP are killing - by guns - First Nations Women. Lord!
Categories:
tanking, america, analogy, hate, heartbroken,
Form: Tanka
The world is on fire because of propaganda and liars
The world may not be flat but we're close to the edge
Just a little, just a little, just a silly little push
But there's just one thing I have to know
Do you want to dance in the chaos?
Look in my eyes I'm a little crazy
But you'd never call me lazy
We're all going to die anyway
So what's a little...chaos between friends
But there's just one thing I have to know
Do you want to dance in the chaos?
World economies in danger of tanking
While criminals operate in banking
And not a single solitary soul is thinking
That it all might be sinking
So, honestly, there's just one thing I have to know
Do you want to dance in the chaos?
Jump out of the window and discover
The world is our trampoline
Just a bunch of fools bouncing
Bumping into each other
The media tells lies and uses social media
Just to spread propaganda
CNN, MSNBC, and Fox News
They've made fools of you
So, at this point, I just need to know one thing
...Do you really want to dance in the chaos?
Categories:
tanking, america, betrayal, how i
Form: Free verse
I was a simple picture of a person,
just a gulp of a guy.
She was not my first girl; she was the second.
It was a Dairy Queen date,
banana milkshakes, me tanking-up on her foggy
eyes,
imagining her naked foggy
female body parts.
It was then that she abruptly
slammed her wet wriggling mind
down on to the plastic tabletop.
A floppy mind it was, with no brains
and no bones.
Her fishy mind edged closer to me
as if wanting to be fed. I fled.
That night I dreamed of her bubbly wet kisses
flying like manta rays
above the rooftops of our town
seeking out foggy young men
to puddle with.
Categories:
tanking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Taught Iago to trance,
the pungent smell made me balance the stance,
raided the 'pulse' and sought no other deviant,
I was looted in the same way I soared above all the monumentleness,
and got into it ahead.
They told us that we 'like' the hold on the today's whole whole because of the ways that the daze distracts in haze, on lightness and bled out fazed rocketry-
totality toward tanking is the remaking so I can start happily planking the tanned plinked' out shaking,
and be my own staking-
he'd let me know in an outside laking that the entanglements are not withstood otherwise so in our own eye's we tie and tie, and say goodbye doll, die die!
Your own forgiveness is in a way it's own stay yet the hearing does not go over that one flip and dive to dig like it's all sits in...
Your keep and your bold are not getting as old as the try in our sky and demand of the night to spy...
I'd take anyone on in a jimmin' janky dotton berry heelie feelie wheelie straight down the center of common carry.
Categories:
tanking, color, confidence, creation, cry,
Form: Free verse
Thankfully
The practice of spanking
~ is tanking
Categories:
tanking, anger, child abuse, goodbye,
Form: Epigram
Harry Connick, Junior
Should have been there sooner
American Idol’s ratings had been tanking
But now on his humor they’re banking
*Written May 17, 2014
Categories:
tanking, fun,
Form: Clerihew
The only thing that still remains
Are memories and family names
Of girls you loved; the guys; your friends
These are the things that have no ends
The houses grew smaller
The neighbor kids taller
And parents of friends have all passed
Downtown’s now deserted
The populous herded
Out to the suburbs en masse
And that dark lovers’ lane
Where you parked in the rain
And fumbled you way to third base
Is a wide thoroughfare
And there now houses there
So for romance there’s simply no place
The edge of town Drive-in
Where dreams came alive in
There now stands a faded strip mall
Yes, the town where you grew up
Has just thrown their hands up
And decided to hell with it all
With the economy tanking
Where you once did your banking
Is boarded up; soon to come down
There’s not that much left
If seems like Grand Theft
What’s been done to your stately hometown
The only thing that still remains
Are memories and family names
Of girls you loved; the guys; your friends
These are the things that have no ends
Categories:
tanking, introspection, nostalgia, places, timefamily,
Form: I do not know?