Iridescent against sand and stone
Lies and battle cries
California fields sundered and sterile
Networks of new wars
Hungry feed the gas lamps and hollow
Walls and eyes
Eye circles of influencers and titans in free fall
Self-defining nano gods rush to the cistern, dry as bone
Breathe deep pregnant age
Show us now our modern home
May 24, 2025
Is this one of the sins of the twenty-first century, increased tenfold by social media affecting relationships?
Have you been uncouth or met one of the uncouth?
(Adjective: lacking in good manners, refinement, or grace.)
:
Infidelity
Well, I guess I'm uncouth
I lied
And didn't tell them
The truth
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Tom Sawyer did three somersaults, a back flip, stood on his head
Becky Thatcher scrolled up and down her device ~ said, 'Go soak your head'
Twenty-first, you are the rough desert of losing everything
Twenty-first, even then I will not tell you bad for your editing.
Twenty-first, you gave the proof that human is not God
Twenty-first, you taught the knowledge that we never got.
Twenty-first, you are the stigma, you are stained in black
Twenty-first, you may not imagine still I will remain slack.
Twenty-first, in your reign in name of human the animal those are
Twenty-first, you tied in same thread the king with the child of the footpath.
Twenty-first, I like to valued you and give you honor
Twenty-first, you teach them the value of human, in your hour.
Twenty-first, you have written your name along with blood
Twenty-first, you teach the lesson, the rich and the poor all are equal
though they are sad.
Stock-still statues
Bucolic totem-poles
Munching fly-swatters
Lazily grazing ...
Invisible to driverless cars
U r TWENTY FIRST LETTER
I C U
U C me
Me C U
The 21 letter in the alphabet
Now wit 5 more left
The last letter "Z"
You see me?
6/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
THE GOLD RUSH IS COMING.
ARE YOU ABOARD THE TRAIN?
IF YOU ARE THE LAST MY FRIEND,
YOU WILL FEEL THE PAIN.
THE GOLD RUSH IS COMING.
IT WILL BE HERE SOON.
I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO SEE YOU
WORK FROM NOON TILL NOON.
ARE YOU GOING TO SELL SUPPLIES?
ARE YOU GOING TO PAN?
THE GOLD RUSH WILL TAKE IT'S TOLL,
ON THOSE WHO DO NOT PLAN.
ARE YOU GOING TO WORK FOR OTHERS?
FOR MINIMUM DAILY WAGE?
ARE YOU GOING TO WAIT IN LINE
PRAY YOUR NAME IS PAGED?
THE GOLD RUSH IS COMING.
ARE YOU ON THE TRAIN?
I DON'T WANT YOU LEFT BEHIND.
I COULDN'T BARE THE PAIN.
PLEASE DON'T LET THE FEVER,
TAKE YOUR LIFE AWAY.
NOW'S THE TIME TO MAKE YOUR PLANS,
SO YOU HAVE TIME TO PLAY.
IF YOU WORK AND PLAN TODAY.
YOU CAN PLAY TOMORROW.
IF YOU DON'T WORK AND PLAN.
THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO BORROW.
UNDERSTAND, IF YOU BORROW.
THE BANKSTERS OWN YOUR TIME.
YOU HAVE TO WORK FROM NOON TILL NOON.
EVENTUALLY LOOSE YOUR MIND.
S-unday twenty-first of May
H-as much to offer;
E-arly break of dawn is nice to the beholder.
C-ool Sunday twenty-first of May
O-ffers another beauty;
N-ew morn meets the day,
C-reating a sense of glory.
E-ach cloud turns white,
P-ouring rain fades away;
C-old chill has just turned
I-nto a warm light of ray.
O-pen your eyes to blue sky, as the dark fades into gray;
N-ever ignore the soft wind, Sunday twenty-first of May.
M-y ectasy in twenty-first September
A-mounts to a million mirth;
R-emembering your day,
T-hinking about your birth.
I-t's an ecstasy in twenty-first September,
A-s the night passes from view;
H-appiness I truly feel, freeing my life far from blue.
L-et ecstasy in twenty-first September
O-pen my heart to pleasure;
U-nless the new dawn breaks,
I-n my mind remains the pressure.
S-hare ecstasy in twenty-first September, allowing it to comfort me;
E-arly light in the morning is the promise that I see.
R-apture really fills my soul,
E-uphoria's size is getting bigger;
Y-our occasion has caused
E-cstasy in twenty-first
S-eptember.
The cantankerous old Mr. Muffet
spoke nonsense and lies from his tuffet.
When you think that I may
wax apophatic to say
I would never insult him, go stuff it!
~
Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions; their visions..
Crossing her celestial, scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting amid the breeze to these, tranquil orisons ? Subliminally
Marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains; silvertone's rustic tides
Receding, from time's shores before my eyes; portent clarities bearing a Spirits wings
To fly beyound their breakwater whirlpools, vortex designs ? Breathtaking
Inversions encapulating this heart as solipsism flees and the eclipse of but once
Paradoxic's moon, now utters her revelations touchstone moments ? Beckoning myself
Aneath certitudes apex in parallel's reasons; these, realms about love's cloistered heavens
Wherein beauty does, so reside ? Tubular chimes lifting amid the breeze; subliminally marked
Emotions afore bay windows and her silvertones, scintilating skies; bearing, wings to fly....
Beyound His colour splashed canvas of pastels, immortal stardust ? A twenty-first century love song.
If there were a tomb to hold my thoughts alone
where only those who seek it, meditate,
guffaws would echo on the heavenly green;
ideas will not live beyond their youth
unless they catch the glint of steel beneath
the torch of battle. So
let now be the arena for my wars,
my intellect, my flooding heart to charge
at enemies who rise today
but cannot raise the dust of my posterity.
This very hour I choose to fight
amid the phalanx of the white-robed clan.
It is a field of bloodless strife
where victors search beside themselves
for ripening flaws to extricate,
for keys to open doors
that never should have closed,
and for regrets that festered, unexposed.
Then as a spirit leaves its body to embrace
an unknown paradise,
down at the end of that long corridor
a dying candle flame blinks twice
and gives its rising smoke
to cense the larks above.
~
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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions their visions
Crossing the celestials scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting in the breeze to these tranquil orisons
Subliminally marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains....
Silvertones rustic tides, receding from the shores before my eyes
Portent clarities bearing a Spirits wings to fly ~
Beyond the breakwater whirlpools vortex designs!?
Breathtaking inversions encapulating this heart as solipsism flees
And the eclipse of the once paradoxic moon now utters her
Revelations touchstone moments....
Beckoning myself aneath certitudes apex of parallel reasons these
Realms amid the cloistered heavens wherein, beauty does so reside ~
Tubular chimes lifting in the breeze, subliminally marked emotions afore
Bay windows in silvertones scintilating skies; bearing, wings to fly beyond
The colour splashed canvas of pastels immortal, stardust....
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.."?A 21st Century, 'Love Song!'"..
As angels dance
overhead
and do battle
with dragons
We wait on the ground
for the bombs to fall
It seems that we
are
"Twenty First Century Schizoid Men"
as that prophetic song says
Leaving cherished hopes
to die in the flames
We try desperately
to be on course
And
I believe we will be
though it may take a while