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Made in China
How broad can bald eagle
spread wings?
Over Gag and Magog,
to the east,
and the place of morning calm
When she is molting
a spot is unclothed,
New Orleans
in the south
Red China swelling in Asia
with great sway
An occult war
manufacturing frivolity
Mind control,
weapons of mass destruction;
a birthday gift
placed in gullible palms
Buttons are pushed
away from books
and noisy playgrounds
Slaves to the control,
mind control
Tomorrow’s men
are made in China
spread wings?
Over Gag and Magog,
to the east,
and the place of morning calm
When she is molting
a spot is unclothed,
New Orleans
in the south
Red China swelling in Asia
with great sway
An occult war
manufacturing frivolity
Mind control,
weapons of mass destruction;
a birthday gift
placed in gullible palms
Buttons are pushed
away from books
and noisy playgrounds
Slaves to the control,
mind control
Tomorrow’s men
are made in China
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post CommentMane of Moonbeams
Sparkling, long, and flowing soft, and shimmering through a comb,
A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home.
Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there
in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver hair.
A web of love she wove in it when plaiting it each day
and trapped the little heart that had no other place to stay.
Grandma lent her patience to the comfort of the child
and just let the little fingers roam about at eventide.
Then when the mane of moonbeams had been prettied for the night,
the child would hold that rope that led her safely to the light
of a heart that filled to bursting, and a safety so rare,
in a world that was upended, save for touching grandma's hair.
The years flew past, as swifts in flight to greet a summer's day.
The little child grew up and left the nest to fly away
to do great deeds of courage, and to plant some seeds of care,
letting other little fingers weave their patterns in her hair,
just like grandma, now long gone , had done so many years ago,
she helped them braid their patterns, and encouraged them to grow
to be full and loving people, and to laugh and share and play.
So the lesson of her grandma's mane of moonbeams lives today.
A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home.
Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there
in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver hair.
A web of love she wove in it when plaiting it each day
and trapped the little heart that had no other place to stay.
Grandma lent her patience to the comfort of the child
and just let the little fingers roam about at eventide.
Then when the mane of moonbeams had been prettied for the night,
the child would hold that rope that led her safely to the light
of a heart that filled to bursting, and a safety so rare,
in a world that was upended, save for touching grandma's hair.
The years flew past, as swifts in flight to greet a summer's day.
The little child grew up and left the nest to fly away
to do great deeds of courage, and to plant some seeds of care,
letting other little fingers weave their patterns in her hair,
just like grandma, now long gone , had done so many years ago,
she helped them braid their patterns, and encouraged them to grow
to be full and loving people, and to laugh and share and play.
So the lesson of her grandma's mane of moonbeams lives today.
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Posted: Jul 2010
Post CommentNew Bride
They strayed below the greening hills to love. He'd show her how,
When breezes raised her tumbling hair and kissed her fevered brow,
to rise above and float the larks suspended in the air
who'd sing the tune of wakening upon the lady fair.
They warbled tunes of ancient things that could not stay her feet
upon the meadow. Feathered wings the right percussion beat.
She danced a pathway to the place whereon he was to lie
with her, there slide himself upon her body, 'till they'd cry.
He watched, enchanted, as the wind took up his favoured place,
Soft kissing breaths upon her skin blushed bright her shy young face.
The sun burst cloud. Its brilliant hue glass-stained her eyes, to flame
the rivers bubbling in her veins, Ignite her pliant frame.
Dried grasses scratched their love lines on her legs. As she spun round
shed scattered seeds upon her thighs. Her laugh the only sound
above the rustling of the leaves, where bowing trees swayed near
to catch and brush her wind-frilled skirts, and whisper in her ear.
Now shaken with the wonder of her ecstasy, she lay
upon the flowers, trembling still, and pondered their display.
She sprawled now cooling limbs, then to restore a measured calm
raised limp lids. Seeing him still there she lifted outstretched palm.
The beauty of her graceless gait aquiver, filled his eyes,
near burst his heart asunder as he helped his love to rise
all glowing still. She whispered low, "pure beauty led the way".
He, smiling, acquiesced, conceding nature her foreplay....
When breezes raised her tumbling hair and kissed her fevered brow,
to rise above and float the larks suspended in the air
who'd sing the tune of wakening upon the lady fair.
They warbled tunes of ancient things that could not stay her feet
upon the meadow. Feathered wings the right percussion beat.
She danced a pathway to the place whereon he was to lie
with her, there slide himself upon her body, 'till they'd cry.
He watched, enchanted, as the wind took up his favoured place,
Soft kissing breaths upon her skin blushed bright her shy young face.
The sun burst cloud. Its brilliant hue glass-stained her eyes, to flame
the rivers bubbling in her veins, Ignite her pliant frame.
Dried grasses scratched their love lines on her legs. As she spun round
shed scattered seeds upon her thighs. Her laugh the only sound
above the rustling of the leaves, where bowing trees swayed near
to catch and brush her wind-frilled skirts, and whisper in her ear.
Now shaken with the wonder of her ecstasy, she lay
upon the flowers, trembling still, and pondered their display.
She sprawled now cooling limbs, then to restore a measured calm
raised limp lids. Seeing him still there she lifted outstretched palm.
The beauty of her graceless gait aquiver, filled his eyes,
near burst his heart asunder as he helped his love to rise
all glowing still. She whispered low, "pure beauty led the way".
He, smiling, acquiesced, conceding nature her foreplay....
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Posted: Nov 2010
Post Comment
Or Would We ?
Tell me dear sister of mine, do you remember a time ?
When you and me, acting far sillier than even silly could be
Laughed so hard until one of us two, but dare I say.. just who
Wee Wee'd on the floor, of Corte' General Mercantile Store
Then poor old Ms. Maggie said " Oh dear me, someone must have spilt water."
Which only had us both laughing, even that much harder !
We laughed until our knees grew weak, we couldn't breathe, we could not speak
Teetering then on the brink of hysteria, was there ever a time when we felt merrier ?
Somehow we made it back home that day, laughing each step on the way.
We laughed through supper til time for bed, we couldn't sleep, so we just laughed instead.
When not even threats from our old Pop, couldn't make us want to stop.
So we laughed on and on and had we not conked out, we would have laughed til dawn.
Oh Sister isn't it so very nice to know, how much we have matured since then ?
We certainly wouldn't ever dream, of acting that silly again !
No, no not you and oh my definitely never me !
Or Would We ? Ha Ha... Ho Ho... Hee Hee Hee...
When you and me, acting far sillier than even silly could be
Laughed so hard until one of us two, but dare I say.. just who
Wee Wee'd on the floor, of Corte' General Mercantile Store
Then poor old Ms. Maggie said " Oh dear me, someone must have spilt water."
Which only had us both laughing, even that much harder !
We laughed until our knees grew weak, we couldn't breathe, we could not speak
Teetering then on the brink of hysteria, was there ever a time when we felt merrier ?
Somehow we made it back home that day, laughing each step on the way.
We laughed through supper til time for bed, we couldn't sleep, so we just laughed instead.
When not even threats from our old Pop, couldn't make us want to stop.
So we laughed on and on and had we not conked out, we would have laughed til dawn.
Oh Sister isn't it so very nice to know, how much we have matured since then ?
We certainly wouldn't ever dream, of acting that silly again !
No, no not you and oh my definitely never me !
Or Would We ? Ha Ha... Ho Ho... Hee Hee Hee...
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
My sister and I, when together are still just as silly as we ever were ! Some of us never out-grow silly, but who wants to anyway ?...We have too much fun, but mum's the word on who the guilty party was. I'll never tell.. Sisters just don't snitch on each other. Oh I guess 1 small hint can't hurt..it wasn't me.when the day is done
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you begun
When the day is done.
When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold.
When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.
When the game's been fought
Newspapers blow across the court
Lost matches sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought.
When the part is through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the part is through.
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you begun
When the day is done.
When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold.
When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.
When the game's been fought
Newspapers blow across the court
Lost matches sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought.
When the part is through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the part is through.
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post CommentWARNING - be honest on CS
Why have so many secrets
what do you have to hide
is it just your regrets
or is it that you lied
You talk so long and often
and plan a rendezvous.
Hearts begin to soften,
thoughts of what could ensue.
When things are left unsaid
and closets not unsealed
the folly when misled
soon will be revealed
The problem when you’re lying
is remembering all you said.
Soon to be sent flying,
caught out and left for dead
The moral of this poem is
it’s as easy as it seems
the reward for being honest is
the fulfilment of your dreams
what do you have to hide
is it just your regrets
or is it that you lied
You talk so long and often
and plan a rendezvous.
Hearts begin to soften,
thoughts of what could ensue.
When things are left unsaid
and closets not unsealed
the folly when misled
soon will be revealed
The problem when you’re lying
is remembering all you said.
Soon to be sent flying,
caught out and left for dead
The moral of this poem is
it’s as easy as it seems
the reward for being honest is
the fulfilment of your dreams
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post CommentRomantic Desires!
May the gentle breezes caress your cheeks,
Upon the sententious woman that I seek!
One of beauty and oh so fair,
Blue eyed with soft flowing golden flaxen hair!
Passion kisses I give to you,
Awaiting your returning sweet lips, I want them too!
Touching finger tips on mine,
Feeling softness that's so devine!
To spend a midnight's rendez-vous.
A night of passion just with you!
As we blend together compatible, as a couple of one,
We embrace to greet the sunrise of the glowing morning sun!
From a single night's romantic affair,
We now have a lifetime of companion living to share!
Do I have a romantic lifetime desire for you?
Feel my heart pounding, it says, I do!
Poem created by
JimEee
Upon the sententious woman that I seek!
One of beauty and oh so fair,
Blue eyed with soft flowing golden flaxen hair!
Passion kisses I give to you,
Awaiting your returning sweet lips, I want them too!
Touching finger tips on mine,
Feeling softness that's so devine!
To spend a midnight's rendez-vous.
A night of passion just with you!
As we blend together compatible, as a couple of one,
We embrace to greet the sunrise of the glowing morning sun!
From a single night's romantic affair,
We now have a lifetime of companion living to share!
Do I have a romantic lifetime desire for you?
Feel my heart pounding, it says, I do!
Poem created by
JimEee
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Instant poem, created by it's artist fresh from the fantasy of his mind!answer the last query
SO RAGGEDY ANN SAW PINNOHIO And ASKED HIM IF HE COULD SIT ON HER FACE
AND NATURALLY "PINNOCHIO" being the man he is watched her sit on his face with grace
then pinnochio whimpered "raggedy ragged please never say bye to me"
to which raggedy responded "i won't if you will just please lie to me
anyone get it? ~free!~
AND NATURALLY "PINNOCHIO" being the man he is watched her sit on his face with grace
then pinnochio whimpered "raggedy ragged please never say bye to me"
to which raggedy responded "i won't if you will just please lie to me
anyone get it? ~free!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
Awakening
When did I learn to forget my own heart?
Surely I knew of it when I was small;
For I remember that most pleasant part-
that which can cope with the pain of the fall?
Why did I learn to forget my own mind?
Surely without it I can't even think...
Inside myself, I am left deaf and blind-
while I am steered to the edge, to the brink...
When did I learn to forget my own soul?
Surely I knew of it when I was born...
And who did teach that my innermost goal
should be to ensure that I'm innermost torn?
Why did I learn to forget all those things?
Surely remembrance would better have been…
Sleepwalking slowly through fiery rings
which I'd avoid, if the rings could be seen.
These are my Heart, and my Mind and my Soul-
Surely they only belong but to me;
Share I might, after regaining control-
Out of my own free will, as you see.
...When did I learn to forget my own will...?
Surely, without it I'll never regain
the castle on top of my innermost hill-
All my attempts will be always in vain...
So, I awaken. And slowly I walk
slowly I open my eyes to the light
shining inside me. And slowly I talk-
Say to my self: "See-it will be alright..."
Do I remember? But, surely I do.
Slowly, but surely my memories return;
stronger and stronger, until I can view
The fire which inside my heart still does burn...
(WJB)
Surely I knew of it when I was small;
For I remember that most pleasant part-
that which can cope with the pain of the fall?
Why did I learn to forget my own mind?
Surely without it I can't even think...
Inside myself, I am left deaf and blind-
while I am steered to the edge, to the brink...
When did I learn to forget my own soul?
Surely I knew of it when I was born...
And who did teach that my innermost goal
should be to ensure that I'm innermost torn?
Why did I learn to forget all those things?
Surely remembrance would better have been…
Sleepwalking slowly through fiery rings
which I'd avoid, if the rings could be seen.
These are my Heart, and my Mind and my Soul-
Surely they only belong but to me;
Share I might, after regaining control-
Out of my own free will, as you see.
...When did I learn to forget my own will...?
Surely, without it I'll never regain
the castle on top of my innermost hill-
All my attempts will be always in vain...
So, I awaken. And slowly I walk
slowly I open my eyes to the light
shining inside me. And slowly I talk-
Say to my self: "See-it will be alright..."
Do I remember? But, surely I do.
Slowly, but surely my memories return;
stronger and stronger, until I can view
The fire which inside my heart still does burn...
(WJB)
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post CommentON THE LAWN AT DAWN~a tale of woe by ~free cee
WHILST WALKING WHEN THE SOUTHERN WIND CHANGES ITS DIRECTION
AND BECOMES A NOR-EASTER SUCH AS A FESTERING INFECTION
I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO GO WHERE MY WORN OUT SHOES WILL TAKE ME
UNTIL I REACH FAR ENOUGH SOUTH FOR THE SATANIC SUN TO BAKE ME
SO PEOPLE SEE ME WALKING AND INQUIRE WHY I DO NOT DRIVE A CAR
AND I TELL THEM "BECAUSE WERE I TO HAVE A CAR I'D DRINK AFTER LEAVING A BAR"
PANAMA PETE, THE OWNER OF A BAR ON EIGHTH AVENUE, KNOWS VODKA IS WHAT I DRINK
AND PRECISELY HOW MANY SHOTS I NEED TO NO LONGER THINK
SINCE DRINKING AT EIGHT A.M ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE WITH THE LADIES OR THE LAW
AND PLEASE DON'T ASSUME THAT ALOCOHOL IS MY ONLY FLAW
SO I LEAVE OLD PETE WITH HIS PANAMA HAT'S BRIM WELL WORN
AND MORE OFTEN THAN NOT WAKE UP UPON SOME STRANGER'S LAWN
HOW I GOT THERE AND WHY ARE QUERIES I AM INDIFFERENT TO
AND TAKE MY WORD FOR IT, I AM NOTHING AT ALL LIKE YOU
YOU PROBABLY HAVE LOVED ONES WHO WOULD CARE WHEN AND IF YOU DIE
I, HOWEVER, COULD EXPIRE AND NOT A SOUL ON EARTH WOULD CRY
NO MOANS, NO GROANS NOR TEARS WOULD BE TO SHED
FOR ONLY PANAMA PETE WILL MISS ME WHEN I AM DEAD
OTHER PEOPLE I'VE CHEATED WILL CARE NOT BECAUSE THEY DESPISE ME
AND NO TUXEDO, THREE PIECE SUIT OR PIN-STRIPES CAN DISGUISE ME
I AM THAT WHICH I AM DUE TO A DETRIMENTAL MIND
AND PEOPLE CAN TELL WHAT I AM EVEN IF THEY'RE BLIND
SO I RISE ON THAT STRANGER'S LAWN AND MUST KEEP ON THE READY TO RUN
WHILE WALKING AGAINST THE WICKED WIND AND THE SORDID SUN
I AM A WALKING AND TALKING ENIGMA, RIDDLE AND/OR PUN
AND WILL BE SO UNTIL THIS FARCE OF A LIFE IS MERCIFULLY DONE
BECAUSE I WAS BORN BY WINNERS BUT BIRTHED TO LOSE
AND DAMN I SURE COULD USE A NEW PAIR OF SHOES
(C) 2011....~free cee!~
AND BECOMES A NOR-EASTER SUCH AS A FESTERING INFECTION
I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO GO WHERE MY WORN OUT SHOES WILL TAKE ME
UNTIL I REACH FAR ENOUGH SOUTH FOR THE SATANIC SUN TO BAKE ME
SO PEOPLE SEE ME WALKING AND INQUIRE WHY I DO NOT DRIVE A CAR
AND I TELL THEM "BECAUSE WERE I TO HAVE A CAR I'D DRINK AFTER LEAVING A BAR"
PANAMA PETE, THE OWNER OF A BAR ON EIGHTH AVENUE, KNOWS VODKA IS WHAT I DRINK
AND PRECISELY HOW MANY SHOTS I NEED TO NO LONGER THINK
SINCE DRINKING AT EIGHT A.M ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE WITH THE LADIES OR THE LAW
AND PLEASE DON'T ASSUME THAT ALOCOHOL IS MY ONLY FLAW
SO I LEAVE OLD PETE WITH HIS PANAMA HAT'S BRIM WELL WORN
AND MORE OFTEN THAN NOT WAKE UP UPON SOME STRANGER'S LAWN
HOW I GOT THERE AND WHY ARE QUERIES I AM INDIFFERENT TO
AND TAKE MY WORD FOR IT, I AM NOTHING AT ALL LIKE YOU
YOU PROBABLY HAVE LOVED ONES WHO WOULD CARE WHEN AND IF YOU DIE
I, HOWEVER, COULD EXPIRE AND NOT A SOUL ON EARTH WOULD CRY
NO MOANS, NO GROANS NOR TEARS WOULD BE TO SHED
FOR ONLY PANAMA PETE WILL MISS ME WHEN I AM DEAD
OTHER PEOPLE I'VE CHEATED WILL CARE NOT BECAUSE THEY DESPISE ME
AND NO TUXEDO, THREE PIECE SUIT OR PIN-STRIPES CAN DISGUISE ME
I AM THAT WHICH I AM DUE TO A DETRIMENTAL MIND
AND PEOPLE CAN TELL WHAT I AM EVEN IF THEY'RE BLIND
SO I RISE ON THAT STRANGER'S LAWN AND MUST KEEP ON THE READY TO RUN
WHILE WALKING AGAINST THE WICKED WIND AND THE SORDID SUN
I AM A WALKING AND TALKING ENIGMA, RIDDLE AND/OR PUN
AND WILL BE SO UNTIL THIS FARCE OF A LIFE IS MERCIFULLY DONE
BECAUSE I WAS BORN BY WINNERS BUT BIRTHED TO LOSE
AND DAMN I SURE COULD USE A NEW PAIR OF SHOES
(C) 2011....~free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
ONE OF MY OLD BAR BUDDIES TOLD ME POOR PANAMA PETE WAS RUN OVER BY A TRAIN....WELL REST IN PIECES MY OLD FRIENDPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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