I'm in the water
Yet I can't swim
I drink tap water
Gluttony
Now I'm drowning.
Glup! GLUP!
"glup"
7/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
spooky
Under the shower, the water was too hot
turned the cold water tap on
when a voice said, the water will be
colder and colder
when it is very cold, you will die
I'm putting soothing cream on my burned
shoulders and back
The old man
Slow and tumbling
Always grumbling for nothing
Has an insanitary habit of finger-licking
Always enjoys digging mucus in the nose
Saliva always being used to flip a page
Always bites to open a knot
Water tap always being left turning on
Always a careless choking on food or water
Resembling a big baby on care
But always being left alone and unattended
Because he always causes trouble
And he has long been used to making troubles
And living with troubles
And so now he's left alone with his troubles
Alone with his mind-set troubles
The troubles caused by old age and its innocence
DEAR MOM
‘Dear Mom, you went to market
leaving me alone at home.
Enjoyed hot bath with foam
but had a fall: I was upset.’
‘I am so sorry my dear son.
You should be careful as I told,
you are growing up strong and bold.
Had you cried as I had gone?’
‘I was almost burst into tears
but controlled as you were not here.
Who will care for me, who will hear?
Self-help best help oblivious.’
‘My dear son, I am so sorry.
It is my fault why have I left?
I know for long time you have wept.
Where have you hurt, how is injury?’
‘I did not cry, stayed cool and calm.
Who will rush to put me in lap?
I came out closing water tap.
On my own applied pain balm.’
11/09/2019
BRIAN'S CHOICE 3' Contest by Brian Strand
I stood and gazed across the hills afar
Breeze captured my thoughts in a snap
I know just where they’ll reach the guitar
As I listened to the water tap
Happy that you would be seeing too
Breeze captured my thoughts in a snap
Carried them straight through skies so blue
Each breath of cool air, brought me relief
Happy that you would be seeing too
I know what it is, my strong belief
It’s as though I have lived this before
Each breath of cool air brought me relief
I can see your welcome at the door
My soul and thoughts love to rise and soar
It’s as though I have lived this before
I will not forget this anymore
I stood and gazed across the hills afar
My soulful thoughts, love to rise and soar
I know just where they’ll reach the guitar
Heidi Sands
10/4/19
the age of materialism
we are in the age of madness
an age of no common sense
an age where all is a rush
an age full of material dreams
an age full of material needs
the age of materialism
we are in an age of confusion
an age where moral values
don't count any longer
an age of competition
an age of too many lost
mind in different class
the age of materialism
we are in an age of great illusion
an age of circle right in a large box
an age of no use of nature
an age of lies
an age where out opinion
don't count in real sense
an age of robots
the age of materialism
we are in an age of calamity
is happening every where
we are in an age of ignorance
we love to ignored what matter
what values what really is important
to our life's
we are in an age of fears
an age where blood spray like
water tap
an age of hatred
the age of materialism
we are in another age of wars
an age when humans got no hearts
an age of no humanity is that all
we can offer?
an age of no self control
an age gone too wild in destruction
an age of no love
Rain Dance
The rooftops appear slick
reflective mirrors of the rain
droplets large and globular
flow down the rafters to the ground.
Splashes of water tap
brushing leaves and branches
releasing dry leftovers that still cling
long passed the chill slaps of winter.
Glistening in pale yellowed light
the trees canopy the scene
waving in soft gentle breezes
that waltz on the air.
There is a drumming in the wind,
a subtle rhapsody of sounds
setting a patterned flow
to some hidden syncopated beat.
Stiff and silent wallflowers
stand staunch, stationary and mute
like stranded stickles and bladed greens
unmoved by the melodies.
More wily and free
others dance unrestrained,
frail loose stemmed beauties
drenched in rhythm to rise and flow in the rain.
Wind spinners spin unrelenting, rotating fast and slow
wet with saturating drops
loitering on the leaves and wind
anxious to be part of May’s rain dance
fire sculpted cavern
misty tent shrouds the cool rim
steam spout; water tap
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