D: "I was never afraid of people. I usually go out with them because I love people and everybody else. I love all things around me who are kind to me. And whenever they swim, sing, dance or play I do the same thing with them. "
Cs: "We and you belong to different breeds although we are housed in one ventilated area. Most of us think you are a Stoic!"
D: "I am not a Stoic. I'm a duck...
Quack!"
Gallbladder
I’ve put in a request, an explanation, to
my brain as to why my
gallbladder (my gallbladder is well ventilated) is allowed to
leave and
return from my body whenever it
wants to. I won’t go with it even
when it begs me. My gallbladder has
been promoted to
rank and status.
He’s now my
spleen. My spleen has gone to
Spain.
Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted
SPOKEN
Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized
BROKEN
Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
SPOKEN
Shared passed announced Be it so,
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken
BROKEN
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot
5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Marianne said
pointing to the moon
“The sun doesn’t smile brightly”
“grimacing” “depressed”
rolled up curtains
mother’s gaze looking down
at her daughter beckoning
in front of a window with
16 small windows
the footprints of the night
were drawing a map of love
she walks over it.
Morning, early morning, hungry morning
putting cheap bread in the toaster
going back and forth forgot
as the house filled with
smoke and smell the bell rang
opened the windows, ventilated
I sat down on the dining table chair
my eyes caught the machine
burnt bread
let’s pressed the button
was broken bread popping out
Shouted, “It is love.”
Two eggs were removed
from the refrigerator
and dropped into
a heated frying pan
even though, already dead,
writhed with heat
I was startled
when that voice popped up
reached my arm skin
they become one to make a heart
and I ate fried egg
with a glass of grape juice.
Over acted,
Over budgeted
Over corrected
Over debated.
Over educated,
Over funded.
Over gripped.
Over heated,
Over inspected,
Over Jammed,
Over kicked.
Over looked,
Over mentioned,
Over needed,
Over ordered,
Over powered.
Over quenched.
Over rated,
Over stitched,
Over tipped.
Over utilised,
Over ventilated,
Over written.
Over xeroxed,
Over yahoo-ed,
Over zealous.
Struggling to stay on top
He looked to the. Future
Evaluating his gains
and slighted through
Several possiblitys
Which might makest
All who labor in this
Types of endeavors
Chore less
Reduce the risks
Eliminate challenges
And profit
He designed a
Fencing system
That was sturdy enough
To fennce in his hogs while they grazed
And a mobile barn with six axles
That housed the. Animals
At night and during weather
Events.tge floor was heated in winter
With a wood furnace and ventilated
With water that was pressurized
It could be moved by truck or ttacter
The PTO of the tracter to be used
To power the watering system
To keep the animals were the cameras
Could watch the hogs
The PTO used. To
And used to extend or retract
The fencing on both ends
bared wire was used in the middle
Or the solar panels powers
The equipment in the tower
Where the hand could reside his watch
Over the grazing hogs
Sniper hid vapors
tend to always bullet strike
with stealth air carrier accuracy
Silent noxious assault
pierced the nostrils
with oxy painful inhalation,
of the non-ventilated third degree
Deadly gaseous arrows
hit the overcrowded banquet room target;
and killed a-many healthy appetites,
with an alarming,
depressed tongue rate-of-mortality
Hurried footsteps exiting
is all the flatulent evidence I would need
to likewise proceed ... very quickly
Some intestinal terrorist
was dropping
lite ranch dressing bowel bombs,
most heavily
And the near-suicidal rush to escape
has gag damaged many throats,
most indiscriminately
I don’t cruelly mean to turbo fan
butt-of-joke rumors
with word-of-mouth rapidity
But ... it really was
a silent butt deadly graduation affair
And I say this,
with the utmost, stiff upper-lip respect:
Scented air peace
from an anonymous tip identity
This upwardly mobile yuppie —
Troll emoji catphish-ing bottom feeder
harbors no low-brow,
high school dropout insensitivity
The worm to the bee:
The flowers you reap
are born of the soil
which is ventilated by me
with my sunless burrows.
And every bud opening
is a flight of mine
into the very heart
of the infinite Sky.
Poetry,
An amusing grace that better
the spirit of the poet.
Poetry,
Like boundless world,
Amazes hearts and spirits.
No course have ever been so faithful
than the course of being a poet.
Tiring winds to catch
And soil to merge
Has always
Risen my wit for pen.
My mother earth
And her environs
Are proliferating notes
I behold.
Persistence urge
To have a say
Is one instinct
To my ventilated breath.
The feelings
To remain immortal
And have impact
is another laudable loam.
Sincerely speaking,
poetry
has been my chime.
It stays by me
in the rain and in an odd dying state.
Poetry has won me many glory
It is still winning me some more.
Countless exalted barter
and consistent standing ovation.
What's more to say of poetry
Little will one wonder.
Well, it has become
My gem,
My sword,
My song
and my soul.
In captive terra firma blind,
Blossoming hopes not divined
Maker's implanted design,
Awaiting the elements to mine
To dark, seamless crevice assigned,
With burrowing predator aligned
No airy expanse in which to unwind,
To ventilated pocket resigned
No preening hand to mind;
In brackish granules twined
No spade, hoe utility to grind,
In earth's, dark womb enshrined
Nor sun's rays green pigments bind;
Incubating warmth in silted brine
Only providential, succoring lifeline,
Until new seedling bursts its rind
Decadent perimeter a decorous
tray doth betray
Polished cart a nubile mask doth
display
From black, coiffed locks baited line
doth sway
From slippery, glossed lips a sweet
nectar doth spray
In dark corner, sleek, painted lashes
lustily fray
On cheeks, hearty splotch of rouge,
as sparkling rubies arrayed
Powdered, satin neck a smooth,
silky route doth relay
Below, a swinging gait with nimble
legs that teasingly play
While regal, surface stream my
passions do tap
My mind longs heart's deep
reservoir uncap
The silted mine's exterior allures
with its glittering scrap
But I long the buried riches of soul's
deep crevasses to unwrap
The tender juices from heated lips
flow like sap
But my burning desire is to
navigate heart's ventilated gap
Your soft, rhythmic words my
beating pulse doth clap
But would much rather your
subconscious strings map
Per chance reason's melded door
doth flap
Thereon, lust's sensuous screen
we'll strap
Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in gravity's brace
Earthy ambitions wandering eye doth embrace
Nature's rhythms around beating heart do drape
Cluttered ridges enveloped by Crape Myrtle's sallowing
serape
Dark clouds swoon over the ridges, panoramic view
efface
Malingering light house hovers o'er the shadowy terrace
An angry ocean rises and then tumbles at rocky base
Cool, frothy ocean mist curdles my exposed nape
Cresting waves pound shoals; weary feet do chase
Swirling wind hurdles stinging needles at weathered face
Screaming sea gulls serenade, then with strafing swoops
menace
It was a winter night so cold,
Fog and mist made it difficult to behold.
Hardly there was anyone to talk,
At a distance I saw a policeman on walk.
With a little swagger, Stomach full of beer,
He was blinded by his vigor I swear.
At a corner there lay a beggar,
Shivering and throbbing with piercing air,
Cop came near, who was
Demented by the churning beer.
For the sake of his ostentatious power,
He got hold of the beggar’s collar.
He gave him mighty blows,
From chin, chest, stomach to toe.
Suddenly from his starved body,
Blood began to flow.
His sniveling cry
Ventilated my pavid mind.
Help! Help! I cried,
But my eyes were dry.
Either it was very cold,
Or my desires were not that bold.
With a deep sigh and chest held tight,
His departed soul took a long flight.
I was still standing there,
Cursing beggar’s fate.
I gathered my courage,
But it was too late.
Next morning,
Local newspapers were flooded
With headings of various types;
“One more gave up to cold”
“Freezing cold, one more dead”
“What is government doing?”
But the last one
Shook me within,
What was I doing?
In that cold winter night.
Pristine silence in behemothical space,
They were all there present right now,
All lips were sealed and not a word slipped from them,
Breaths were bated and exhaled suffused,
If ventilated air hastened over normal,
They startled quite fast,
However none could show they were startled,
Only iris moved from east to west,
They dared not move iris north to south,
Even movement of body hairs they could feel,
While they waited for the call,
Drop of needle would have been noise pollution,
Some prayed and others had varied images,
Only one thought bound them in commonality,
Let this not be there call,
Hours went by and the moment came,
Somebody stood up and began the roll call,
Some collapsed on chairs others were dragged after their call,
Others who escaped now broke into joyous yells,
Guards told them that they were not,
And they could go,
They took on their feet,
And ran not taking a second look at those called.
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