SHALL I JUST TAKE A WALK AROUND THE SUN?
Shall I just take a walk around the sun?
Though, this is hard and demanding yet, copacetic,
Rough, tough and full of thorns, a trip or son,
As the harmattan wrestles with the sand in mystic,
And sometime too hot the eyes of the rays,
For everything cold was burnt from coal and heat,
And often dark from dark; as it pryingly pays,
For not all who wander are lost, by chance, the treat;
But in enmity of eternity shall we wrinkle,
Like the Swan in the Arabian swoop, in travesty,
For the sun can be a frenetic foe you tackle,
The gumption to dine in the zenith of thirsty,
A nude that shamelessly assault my consigliere,
So long lives this, and the ventriloquism of her lingerie!
SHALL I JUST TAKE A WALK AROUND THE SUN?
Shall I just take a walk around the sun?
Though, this is hard and demanding yet, copacetic,
Rough, tough and full of thorns, a trip or son,
As the harmattan wrestles with the sand in mystic,
And sometime too hot the eyes of the rays,
For everything cold was burnt from coal and heat,
And often dark from dark; as it pryingly pays,
For not all who wander are lost, by chance, the treat;
But in enmity of eternity shall we wrinkle,
Like the Swan in the Arabian swoop, in travesty,
For the sun can be a frenetic foe you tackle,
The gumption to dine in the zenith of thirsty,
A nude that shamelessly assault my consigliere,
So long lives this, and the ventriloquism of her lingerie!
As illness spread across the land, and our lives began to spiral,
A Captain and his charitable plan was a tale that soon went viral.
A centenarian walking laps, distracted us from Covid stats and charts,
And the route he took around his home led him straight into our hearts.
As we battled with the virus, he evoked the fighting spirit of another time,
An avuncular figure bringing comfort to the nation, a gentleman sublime.
His grit and humour in the face of adversity, filled us all with admiration,
And as the funds began to grow, he seized the collective imagination.
He was filled with joy and love, and living in the moment was his aim,
He took his achievements in his stride, awed and delighted by his fame.
When life was at his grimmest, his words of strength helped us to survive,
His sunny disposition broke through the dark clouds, keeping hope alive.
Now, as we gather to give thanks for him, we recall his words of wisdom and we pray,
“That we shall get through this, things will get better and tomorrow will be a good day”.
I have not entered this season yet,
I skirt the dead and the spare,
avoid the chill of its harrowing touch
as I pass through the blank spaces,
between all the naked stick figures
where the light froze.
There will be a melting,
a returning of green revivals,
but out here in the snow fields
with the wind biting its way
into my hunched being
I can only summon up a breathy smoke
to keep bone-cold ghosts
from wailing in my ears.
I am not even a walker in the wilderness,
I pace just these fields not far from
the warm fires of many homes,
yet death lies in the gutters of cities
as well as in a farmers ditch,
all such howling endings
are doors for ice-wolves to enter,
and February leads them
to scratch now at every door.
Devil's in your way walk on
Distractions come to pray
Walk on ignore those demons savages crawling
Go on with your blessings
Crawling over obstacles they come in your path
Walk around them
It'll be all right
Walk on
Walk on March
March walk, walk
Walk on through your circumstance
12/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Walk Around
You laughed with me,
You walked with me,
You talked, all night long.
You took me places,
You sang funny songs…
You made me smile.
Then.
You made sweet promises.
You married me.
You would be there,
You would not waiver,
You would know,
You told me to have faith.
You and I had children.
You and I had a house,
You paid the bills,
You told me to stay home.
You had me raise the kids,
You new things were wrong,
You closed your eyes,
You did not care,
Your heart was not at home.
Then.
You changed your mind.
I walk around
I go right in a straight line
Go seven paces then I turn left
Making another left on left
Taking big steps
cumference
the enclosing boundary of a curved geometric
perimeter, border, boundary
I walk around
A walk around suburban streets
Is peaceful and it's pretty
But if you want to people-watch
You just can't beat the city.
My grandson's neighborhood's
The perfect venue for a stroll
With lots of ghosts and pumpkins
But with not one living soul.
I love to have his company
Though when it's only me,
Manhattan, with its melting pot,
Is where I'd rather be.
*originally posted yesterday,
but deleted by Poetry Soup
(as per an email I received from them)
your not running aways
its it not fun to play
there's no need
to plea
put mind at ease
go to a love brother
RUN AWAY
FROM TROUBLE
“Baby needs a new pair of shoes”
That is a worn out phrase a lot of gamblers choose.
At most of the craps tables, that’s what I hear.
With their booming voices, I hear it loud and clear.
It comes out of each mouth after the shooter has his point.
They are the noisiest bunch in any gambling joint.
While the dice are hot, they are in seventh heaven.
All their money goes down the drain with a seven.
That’s when the hi-rollers go down to defeat.
Baby will just have to walk around in bare feet.
I need to walk I need to stroll I need to explore these ancient paths
That fills this landscape showing the way for timeless travel
To reach destinations deep inside the forest or on a Maypole green
Or to reach the sea or mountain high so much for one to marvel
I do it for I love this land its hedges brooks animals and flowers
I grew up here always drawn to the beauty and simplicity of its being
Then the concrete jungles came filled with a different feeling called fear
I want none of this I don’t need these eyes sad at what their seeing
Apparently it’s called creation it took 6 days to create one day to rest
Why not take the rest day put a wall around creation beauty contained
Anybody on the outside could have a featureless landscape to build up
Towards a sky where apparently the god’s live contemplating our pain
Leave us alone with what’s left of paradise let us smell the flowers
There’s so many of you and so few of us we won’t be much trouble
But after a while you’ll tire of us and want taller and taller temples
And finally this spaceship called earth will finally burst its bubble