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Toiletries

Toiletries

My toiletries manage well an 
organisation devoted to 
fruits and 
vegetables (non-organic only).

Logic Is Not a Friend of Magic

Do something before you’re stopped by Logic,
Logic: scarcely a good friend of Magic
Rapidly grabbing its territories
Even seizing Magic’s toiletries!

Do something before Logic gets tragic,
The hardest of blows landing on Magic.
I see you side fast with Aristotle
In quest of the same size, same title.
Midcourse, you turn Attacked Helpless Turtle
And this would you out of race hurtle…

Do something before Logic screams LOGIC
Or continues to say “Be strategic!”
There has been a helpful “Just say you can;
I would pass a hotel “Be a man.”
Both, of course, neither Magic nor Logic
But upon test deliver as magic.

Guinevere At the Supermarket

I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions.
Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples.
Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter
flow in a neon moonlight.

A sound system promotes discount cookies.
Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section.
A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes.

In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel
appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies.
Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo,
Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum,
and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality.
I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio
keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson.

In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her.
A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy.
My imagination reaches for the forbidden,
a fruit that was fresh this morning –
a thousand years ago.

Early Morning Breakfast Woman-

Good morning dear love, how are you doing this morn
After our pleasantries embrace in early morning squeeze
Let us arise, rise up my darling totally awaken slumber torn
Throw back, throw down the comforter arise from bed and be freed

Go unto the bathroom and do our toiletries 
Shower wash up our respondent bodies
After we're done, come into the kitchen
So darling dear I'll fix for you breakfast

A brighten meal prepared by me first
I shall prepare for you the meal
As fabulous a Jesus last supper
I spoon feed you proper

For you are my queen
And what real love means
I will show you things
Henceforth we find together

I'll gently wipe off your lips
As you finish your dish
I'll lean over quickly we'll "kiss"
Good morning breakfast woman

To you whom I am devoted

12/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Guinevere At the Supermarket

I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions.
Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples.
Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter
flow in a neon moonlight.
A sound system promotes discount cookies.
Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section.
A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes.
In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel
appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies.
Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo,
Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum,
and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality.
I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio
keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson.
In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her.
A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy.
My imagination reaches for the forbidden,
a fruit that was fresh this morning –
a thousand years ago.

Undiscovered Tomb of a Pharoah

Valley of the kings
Romantic ideas
Word spread rapidly
Undiscovered tomb of a pharoah
World renown archeological teams 
headed for Egypt

Amateurs, we stood in line for almost twenty-hours 
before it was our
turn to take a look inside.
From the sunlight to the darkness, at first you go blind.
You hopefully catch yourself 
As you find yourself falling over all of the stuff the servants
Felt the Pharoah would need in the afterlife
Toys, tools, everyday items, seeds, toiletries, decorative items
Vast amounts of lapis, and gold are glimpsed at corners where
generators are lighting lamps.

The air is stale, like a death march.
There is little light; but lots of angry shadows.
I lost my footing twice, tripping over an embossed box.
There were three sarcophagus, 
In this unusual tomb. 
A family disaster perhaps?
I could barely see in here.
I went back out,
and gulp-breathed 
Gorgeous Egyptian air,
relieved I had not been grabbed
by a mummy.

Lists

My vacation prep consists
Of checking items off my lists.
Toiletries and extra socks?
One more pair of shoes, sans box.

Make-up? Check! A book to read?
More clothing than I really need.
An umbrella? Meds and snacks?
Passport? Chargers? (Can’t relax!)

Bills paid up and cards all sent?
Nothing left to thus lament.
Pencil and my writing pad?
The checking off is ironclad.

As the time to leave draws near,
One by one they disappear.
When I’m headed out the door,
My lists aren't needed anymore.

Eating Customers

A sign at an outdoor restaurant I found was a wee bit barbaric
“Tables for eating customers only” soon the townsfolk would perish
Much the same as toiletries
A tree on which you can pee?
The english language at times can send a confusing message

Tryn Press Me

tryn press me
site conspiracies
over-rated poetry
look-ma's we's
write like me's
pressing
toiletries
slithering
on
then
sleeves
my moon
hung love
star spiraling shove
appealing to me
threw saturns
ringing rings
sumening
sound
am
i
ever bound


no never


what kiss made your knees weak
what words made your tears creak
squeak me clean from you
my ducts have dusted
mine tears sea'd
oceans waves
compare
to
me
eyelashes fall
in
my
misery
still they brink me
brink me under drunk
never into the boxed cybers
ever had mine words stumbled
never seen
an
stumbling cocky-roach
found that the cocky
can make her choke
back up my words with my fist
jump on in line
try'n find
loves
lips
what is this
shy hands
dress sea
try an press me
?

Grocery Center

G-rocery center Thursday 
I-s open to the public; 
N-oodles, canned goods, 
A-nd toiletries are fantastic. 
L-et twenty-third February fill 
Y-our bank account with money; 
N-ever let the customers take various items for free. 

B-usiness, commerce, and trade 
U-se huge financial matter; 
R-equired time and effort 
A-re spent in a grocery 
C-enter.

At An Inn

Staying at a Marriott,
You know just what you'll get.
In terms of cleanliness and style,
You have no need to fret.

The same applies to other chains -
It's comforting to find
The room decor and toiletries
Are what you had in mind.

But when you book a local inn,
It's always a surprise.
Descriptions of your room might clash
With what's before your eyes.

It may be better, may be worse,
But one thing is for sure;
It won't resemble any room
You've ever had before.

So play it safe or take a chance
But either way, relax;
When you're away, enjoyment should
Be amped up to the max.

At An Inn

Staying at a Marriott,
You know just what you'll get.
In terms of cleanliness and style,
You have no need to fret.

The same applies to other chains -
It's comforting to find
The room decor and toiletries
Are what you had in mind.

But when you book a local inn,
It's always a surprise.
Descriptions of your room might clash
With what's before your eyes.

It may be better, may be worse,
But one thing is for sure;
It won't resemble any room
You've ever had before.

So play it safe or take a chance
But either way, relax;
When you're away, enjoyment should
Be amped up to the max.

Body,Mind,And Soul

To nourish breaths  and twirl away
when island counts beachcomber years
folder and pen will imprint scripts
of journey’s tales sucked from my womb
with drawings and poems handwritten.

For private care, need I bring toiletries?
oh , Mother Earth offers all herbal scents,
except for undies... that’s a load full;
just maybe, they’ll wrap me from the cold
or guise them as hats for summer’s fare.

Forget the playlist as necessity,
the music of waves, seagulls and leaves
is finer than orchestra or blues combined;
a serenade of night chirps will invite
the lull of twilight, the hop of morn.

In between survival and lush of days,
Rumi’s journal would embed new seedlings
opening chakras with tender wildness
for pauses while I lay on moon’s hammock,

enshrined in a banquet for body, mind and soul.


What Would You Take Contest, Shadow Hamilton
10.30.2013

Toilet Trees

When I was a kid I heard this term
My simple young mind was aghast
How could there be a tree for such things
My mind was confused unsurpassed

Pictured this scene of a big old oak tree
With a seat carved into it's bark
The seat had a hole the size of a bum
Where a man for relief would park

The meaning was finally explained to me
Toiletries were sweet smelling lotions
To make us tough guys smell oh so purdy
This concept I sure had no notion

Now when I go out I douse myself
With that powerful smelling cosmetic
Dressed in my spiffy new velvet attire
Enhanced by my charms so magnetic

When I was a kid I heard this term
My simple young mind was aghast


© Jack Ellison 2013

Ode To Flower

Toiletries are not necessary for your beauty,
silk-sari and gold ornaments are not necessary;
o flower, in which dress you stay
your beauty speaks penetrating each cell of your whole body.

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