bear
tree lean
urinates
territory
marked
Categories:
urinates, animal,
Form: Cinquain
desiccate fountain
long legged dog urinates
mist inside the bowl
3/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
urinates, abuse, adventure, analogy, crazy,
Form: Haiku
//Superstitions//
I grew up to know;
// // // //
That a pregnant woman mustn't
be on street in the middle of a sunny day,
for the foetus her stomach houses might
be swapped for spirits from ancestral world.
That a grown up lad that bedwets
should pay twilight homage
to an upright tree
& twist butts in its presence.
That to trip over your left leg tells
/dooms/red light/misfortune/& bad luck/
&whenever I smash my right feet
o'er an hidden root,it's positivity & goodluck.
That when a star rushes down
& vacate the sky,
it's a proverbial way of telling
us 'bout the exit of an hero.
That ghosts find ways out of their beds
& come home each thursdays,visiting
their households & foods should either
be sprayed outside or placed in, uncovered !
That whoever urinates in river has
ignorantly dared Oluweri's wrath
&attendees at his ceremonies shall
be drenched by violent downpour.
That mothers that die aren't dead,
They loiter around,watching after their fruits.
That a sudden weird wave in the ear drum
is an evil call from the terrestrial world.
All rights reserved
Tasleem Fadairo
Categories:
urinates, africa, childhood,
Form: Blank verse
A twinkle within people’s eyes,
the homeless extending hands…
Joyous children in their surprise,
as a lonely man sleeps by his pans…
A Santa by the corner stands,
some see silent Christmas skies…
Merchants with their demands,
others in their cuddled cries…
A Christmas party begins at six,
some decaying amidst their deform…
Sipping cocktails to get their kicks,
while others must weather the storm…
A fireplace inside to keep warm,
a woman urinates the cold bricks…
Merrymaking is the new norm,
others praying upon their crucifix…
Dining and dancing in their hall,
the true meaning of Christmas is lost…
A very merry Christmas to all,
while others are being tossed…
A couple frolicking in the frost,
as the hungry have death for their decal…
People buying no matter the cost,
A lonely Christmas silent sky does fall.
Dec.15.2019
The darker side of Christmas
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
N/A for contest
Categories:
urinates, christmas, humanity, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
He is a porcupine
Armed with lethal quills
You massage his butts
Butts from which comes atomic bomb
He fumes and shoots himself
Apparently a terrorist attack
He is a wild domestic bird
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils
Eyes of a wild cat
His hands bleed with honey
He tastes it not
He is a scorpion of the plain
He stretches his wrinkled tail
The tail which is lethal
The tail which does not retaliate
It only stings his back
His face is the mighty warmth of the Sun
Warmth that does not melt ice
His face grows kales and cabbages he tastes not
See stalks of sugarcane on this dry spell
Do guard this gezira from the iceman
He spits beer and spirits
He indulges in them
And urinates with his belt
His mouth is a heap of tusks
Which earns him no sterling pound
You iceman with coded language
You are the cradle of dismay
Your footprints are mass graves
You laugh when he removes his trousers
And orders it to enter his wallet
Are you a wizard?
You call him a jackass
To cry beer and spirits
Before he scavenges on his own carcass
Yet you fracture his bones and suck oil
You wizard must die of asthma
Categories:
urinates, anger,
Form: Epic
The Problem’s Solved
A baboon by his very nature
Urinates in only one spot
He leaves a scent
Right where he went
And that scent to him is hot
If he’s gone from Bulawayo
Fifty miles or more
He’ll return to Bulawayo
When his bladder he must pour
Now an enterprising chemist
In Bulawayo town
Thought maybe baboon urine
Would make her man stay around
Mixing baboon urine and soil
She forms a little cake
Sells it to other women
And boy the dough she makes
She tells Zimbabwe women
To rub it you know where
And once their man has smelled it
He will always come back there
Her stall’s at the city toilets
At the Bulawayo bus depot
An average day is thirty cakes
To women on the go
To women with man troubles
With husbands that tend to stray
She says with baboon urine
That tend will go away
Although the smell is pungent
Zimbabwe women swear
That once a man has dipped his rod
His rod will go just there
There is no scientific proof
These cakes will do the trick
And if you’d ask your Uncle Mike
He’d say “the lady’s sick”
But never one to interfere
If not personally involved
If the he and she both think it works
Then I guess the problem’s solved
Categories:
urinates, husband, nature, science, wife,
Form: Rhyme
RAINS
Rains connotes many things
Rains from heaven is a blessing
A natural phenomenon
It is God’s wish that keeps us from drying
Rains is life giving.
Why does one tears, perspire and urinates?
Why do we produce artificial rains?
To survive
For an Ophthalmologist, tears from the eyes
Is the simplest form of cleansing body temperatures
It comes naturally to cure.
Rains are like tears from the eyes
Rains make lives live and alive
Rains are like tears console the heart, mind and spirit
Suppressing our feelings long subdued
If not allayed the worse comes to worst case.
Rains make the environment fresh
Rains wet the barren sand and dampened forest
It brings new beginnings of lives
Another contract of lease
As after the rains come the sunshine.
However, rain, rain go away come another day
As it swells the heart, the sea, rivers and lakes
It looses the mountain rocks to slide
Fills the canals, drainage and dikes
And causing floods and drowning men and nature.
Could it be God’s wrath because of our abuses? The scientists think otherwise!
Categories:
urinates, nature
Form: Free verse
He sits there with a beer in his hand…
With residue from his last line on his nose.
No lights on in the house,
Because he’s always home alone.
To drunk to get up he urinates on himself.
But he can still get another beer.
He sits down and starts to cry.
He wonders why his family isn’t here.
He’s hung up on the past.
Things that could have been…
But right now he sits alone,
And he’s slowly dying.
He doesn’t even care about his daughter.
Who tries to stop him from drinking.
She cries and begs him to stop.
She sees him slowly sinking.
Soon he’ll lose his family…
Or more likely he’ll die.
It’s truly difficult to watch…
My daddy kill himself one beer at a time.
Categories:
urinates, death, depression, father, sad,
Form: Rhyme
(This is a fictional poem)
My cousin discovered something embarrassing about George Bush when they
were in the men's room together.
He lied when he told Bush that he'd keep it a secret forever.
The President has a wiener that is incredibly small.
He has to use a magnifying glass when he urinates because he can't see it at all.
His wiener is so small that it makes a tootsie roll look like a broomstick.
Bush is upset because all of America knows about his tiny ####.
Now that his secret is out, his wife is getting a divorce.
My two inch wiener used to embarrass me but compared to Bush, I'm hung like a
horse.
Categories:
urinates, funny, husband, wife, cousin,
Form: I do not know?