They tell me you’re the fixing man,
so can you fix me too?
Can you check my engine light?
I think I’ve blown a fuse.
Can you turn your ear this way
just a second more?
Can you tell me I’m not tainted,
like how I was before?
Please weld my body, make me new;
I need new tires too.
They’re all worn out and rugged now—
I hope that’s not taboo.
Maybe it’s my head gasket—
don’t ask what that’s been through.
I’ll need a filter—sorry, it’s gone bad;
I say what it wants me to.
My doors are all jammed up,
but know they used to work just fine.
I once tried to get them fixed,
but wouldn’t trade my time.
My windshield has been broken;
I can’t remember how.
I just want to get it fixed,
so could you try it now?
I’m just asking for some tuning up;
I swear I’ll leave soon after.
Please make me better, fixing man—
will you be my crafter?
#The_begining_of_my_end
Listen to the echoes of my heart, something of great magnitudes, swifts by, my grounds are shifting, my spirit tilting, gripping my least to witnessing this phenomenal presence, hook me to the air, as I gasp for my stand, a chance to say I too have witnessed
Her tiny soul dipping eyes, I'm subjected with perforations on my spirit. When I flip to her sight, my whole twist, to bowing if not worshipping her fragmented frame of distance awe, seal my eyes, I have seen enough to last me my eternity. Strap my wings, no sky of earth is worth my hovering beyond this. Chain my legs and throw away the keys, I have walked into my enough, my last lap.
Come closer and witness the overflow in my heart, to its brim, it has been filled. Listen closer, the rumbling sound of jubilation, something is been celebrated in my heart beat, a presence so immeasurable,
Seal my heart, I have shed enough love already. Seal my eyes, I have seen enough already. Weld my ears, I have heard enough already. Block my brains, I have thought enough. Take away my pen, I have written enough poems, this is the beginning of my end
#Poetic_Ink
Did you bear contentment, leave a fragile footprint?
or were you a swine rooting pristine into mud?
What will they say as your bones blow away?
Did you paint stars or did you spill blood?
Were you a tin giver or impish gold taker?
Is the character granite or woven from coal flake?
Did you knead love or did you weld lust?
Did they avoid you, or could you be trusted?
Did you weave wayward together or polish division?
How did you play that hand of black sins?
Did you glitter the fault line or ask for forgiveness?
Did you steer the beast toward another's religion?
Did you leave this earth in a much better state
or play the vamp, licking blood off the stake.
Indigestion
Is the question
Brain illusion
Or misdirection
Doctor's pill
This sickly ill
Cannot repair
To fit the bill
Just time to heal
Oh, heartache feel
Is all to quell
My ache and reel
Restlessness
Just to confess
Invades my very
Consciousness
A hope that sticks
Physician's tricks
The long-shot risk
Of one more fix
Like fracture weld
Or soulful meld
Simple solution..
Just to be held
CV
31.10.23
Written: September 27, 2023
Love Poem Contest Darla Seely
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A poem full of glee and love,
Poke with a rant, a bee-hued as a dove,
Tied into a pair of rich-soul,
In a song of lust, a warm role.
Hush at ease,
Keen opus, fuel the kees.
Body area mold and weld,
A love lilt will bind us as we meld.
With a soft kiss, lips meet with balm,
In this holy cup, feel the vibe of calm.
Lame, warm up the skin,
The ogle spell and the opia fire win.
Eyes shut soul to soul,
Deep crux, zeal goal.
Grin at will, mind teem with glee,
To show that cheer and love, ne'er flee.
All true, Love's has a firm trek,
For me and you, ever peck.
Wrap me in a cozy hug,
The vast boon of love and tug.
So let us glow each day,
In this love poem, the soul will stay.
Love, an art with lines so tall,
Egos rule over all.
Your eyes are failing
It's been a while
Although you've got
That cheeky smile
Their service contract
Long expired
So grandpa you should
Have retired
Your speedy legs
Once raced the best
Now traded plaudits
For old string vest
You fought and won
With strength and poise
Now mostly sleeping
(plus buzzsaw noise)
We know your parts
Are obsolete
Just worn so thin
Or incomplete
Yet priceless you,
So loosely held
No screws in place
Just fractured weld,
Have grasped our hearts
With all you've done
Guided the truth
For everyone
Your value
Can't be held in stocks
Although you've shared
It's you that rocks
You might be old
And slightly rustin'
You'll always be our own
Steve Austin
You are quite priceless
That's our opinion
To us you are
One in six million
The sun lit up the dirt road
on a path to somewhere, I don't know
It lures me in mysterious ways
to look ahead and follow
I am not sure there is time to skip
It is only a moment, then the sun will sink
In the breeze where songs are made
I cherish the daylight with time to think
Then darkness will be met
But the music will be held
I choose the song and remember the light
will return with hope to weld
Heidi Sands
8/30/23
Powerfully building inertia, runs a silver metallic flow of positive thoughts as I sleep
Omni-rivers of mercury heavily weld my mind, repairing lifetimes of weighted hurts once so deep
Shaded, in rose gardens, we lay across cloth Verde
Intensifying our mutual connection just fair play
Time spent with you, no infinite commodity
Inspired by you within it, though, I live vicariously
Visionary dreams, I found happiness no longer eludes me
Eglantine, my mind must be finding its own form of mercury
Mom
You was wise
With your advice
The love your heart held
Stuck to mine like a weld
So much I did learn
Even when the hate did burn
Always soothed my soul
I don't know if it was your goal
But you taught me to live
You taught me to give
The things I learned from you
Taught me to be true
For what I should fight for
Not to ask for more
Than what I need
For my words to plant the seed
My souls important to feed
I love you so much
At your memory I sometimes clutch
Mother of mine
Are you now an angel that can shine
I miss you
My love is still true.
Your always in my heart
Though your gone we're not apart
Thank you for all you done
Proud to of been your son
Last Time
Those little arms reached up to be held
Last time a friendship felt a strong weld
A last glance, a laugh with a precious loved one
A last time, "Not now." to play catch with a son.
That hug to a sister, waves as we drove 'way
A last sunset, of gold, on that last dying day
And what would we swear if we knew that last hope
That was met with a "Not now" was only a "Nope!"
To forever, and ever, with no turning back
A memory vanquished of song on life's track.
Family, neighbors, comrades or friend
That chance for a 'Do lunch sometime!" has an end.
The world is filled with noise and the climb
And solitaire games, and the wasting of time
The moments are passing, they're passing away
Carpe diem, oh, my heart, seize the day <3
The secret of my surprise
could it be in my demise
I fear not because I am not Afraid
I -I am not dismayed
By the secrets unknown
Though they crave my fears NO
HARDENING my desires my heart beats less
So soft is it and I feel the presence
Of It this the unknown WHOSE
I shall not be discarded or thrown
I stand and trust and with a sword and a shield
I weld I shall not be compelled WHOSE
To run for in running I will fall
I fell as I peek out the window sill
Out the corner of a curtain I fear not
A thing yet I'm aware that something is there WHERE CAN'T SEE A THING
But I can't see with my eye natural or spiritual
so I won't call it out it's untrue as I stand facing west
I turn around I feel it's presents
That I choose not to for in the darkness as my light
So shines on it ever presents
It's dawning it is I hear the sounds of peekaboo
I see fear incarnate and it's looks it screams at me
The demon clutches and screams hello humanity fool
PEEK-A-BOO
11/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Helmut Herzfelde
as John Heartffield did weld
A founder of Dada in 1910
'less is more' his motto then
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
Solve the riddle and give me a call.
We’ll forge ourselves a spiritual connection.
Whatever we can’t weld, we’ll solder.
If you can see the key to it all.
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
MENSA GROUPIES
Come dance with me, the Teke man said,
Offering carnations red.
Together my love, our feet will fly,
My heart you fill, you’ll not deny.
He held her tight, but loose enough,
To twirl about, and strut her stuff.
A twosome, yet they were one,
Who lived life, love and fun.
He saw the love in her eyes,
The kind of love that never dies.
Their bond, the strongest weld,
To ecstatic future they propelled.
True love, no passing fling,
A pair to waltz and to swing.
Their dance was that of souls,
To be never dashed upon the shoals.
To each the other a special rose,
That filled the heart, not the nose.
His love for her, he did shout,
She in return, he had no doubt.
Love built on rock, not sand,
Forever in each other’s hand.
When at last, at heaven’s door,
They shall dance evermore.
*****
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I.
Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek
Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria
Nimble is a turgid swoon!
Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's deeply in a you and i
Glazed, to the tightening
and a strangling organza
Necked into a suffocation
So go the tunnel deaths…
(1/27/2021: '02 Silverton MY; Alameda ...contest theme was murder in the tunnel)
II.
Ornately, I gild over my days a’ la fresco
Carefully, I wield molten gold, enigmatic
Elaborate must these life undulations be
as metallic sheen screens all insipid aura
New cantankerous crack? Just weld upon
and smooth the jagged with flowing flora
Now the feckless plaster sparkles golden
I spurn mawkish, like the silvered literati
glossing my craven, to caverns gleaming
Aurum weaves, in its narcissistic miasma
Nothing malodorous in self-love / loathin’
So imperious my bombastic art, it glazes!
(8.17.21 Redone at Willow Berm and DBW; theme was Craig’s Broken contest relating to Kintsugi)
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