Submissions by JWLEE
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2018 6:58am
14th May 2018 6:58am
If Among The Sun
s rising he found much
it was only tragic
comedy, lust, love...
and what could he make of the difference
it all shone down upon an empty over-lighted
set of contemptuous presumption
the same
as it all was
he could claim(falsely)
there was something that merited
a single notion of development
a profound seeing of some veracity
whatever that could be
nobody ever told him
and
what he managed to excavate on his own
like a rotten tooth loosed from it's disinclined moorings
it only just hurt
it was only tragic
comedy, lust, love...
and what could he make of the difference
it all shone down upon an empty over-lighted
set of contemptuous presumption
the same
as it all was
he could claim(falsely)
there was something that merited
a single notion of development
a profound seeing of some veracity
whatever that could be
nobody ever told him
and
what he managed to excavate on his own
like a rotten tooth loosed from it's disinclined moorings
it only just hurt
#identity
#confessional
#FeelingLost
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2018 11:48am
20th Apr 2018 11:48am
Captain Lou Albano (New 4/10/18)
once told a green hulk hogan
in regards to pro-wrestling
there are only two things
real in this business
the money
and
the miles
i'd like to now echo
the good capt's sentiments
for in my 36 years
i have found
that there seems to be
only two things
real in this business
called life
music
and
memories
some might ask
what of love
and i would ask
what keeps it alive for you
in regards to pro-wrestling
there are only two things
real in this business
the money
and
the miles
i'd like to now echo
the good capt's sentiments
for in my 36 years
i have found
that there seems to be
only two things
real in this business
called life
music
and
memories
some might ask
what of love
and i would ask
what keeps it alive for you
#love
#music
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2018 11:47am
20th Apr 2018 11:47am
I See You
now
and
then
and
forever
and
i hope
that you see me
in all three
and maybe
someday
that will be
enough
to start anew
one day
but
should this be whimsy
or desperation
is there really more
than definition
then let it be
the road still winds
and i...
and
then
and
forever
and
i hope
that you see me
in all three
and maybe
someday
that will be
enough
to start anew
one day
but
should this be whimsy
or desperation
is there really more
than definition
then let it be
the road still winds
and i...
#love
#memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 11:05pm
19th Apr 2018 11:05pm
I Can Imagine
how we looked to those who stared
and they always do
me
bearded
black bandanna
and black sunglasses
wrapped around my head
at the wheel
of a dented black pickup
with rust eaten wheel wells and
a missing side view mirror
but
they probably noticed my buddy
long before they even noticed
the trucks imperfections
one of those being its lack
of practical comfort
for a 6'4" 300 pound man
especially one holding a small television
and half a birthday cake
but there we were cruising
the bumpy...
and they always do
me
bearded
black bandanna
and black sunglasses
wrapped around my head
at the wheel
of a dented black pickup
with rust eaten wheel wells and
a missing side view mirror
but
they probably noticed my buddy
long before they even noticed
the trucks imperfections
one of those being its lack
of practical comfort
for a 6'4" 300 pound man
especially one holding a small television
and half a birthday cake
but there we were cruising
the bumpy...
#friendship
#honesty
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 11:01pm
19th Apr 2018 11:01pm
I Catch The Specter Of Death
from the corner of my eye
and greet him with a small-town wave
he laughs
and
returns the gesture
with a flesh--rotted hand
he longs to befriend the living
but
suffers the inconvenience of his trade
i remove my face for the day
and place it on a cracked mantle
of charred invocations
bonded with the sinewy tendons
of youthful ideals
i sleep
in a bed of brine
that stings my unhealed wounds
& dream of lost better days
better lost memories
i tender my soul
to my fire
as the flames ...
and greet him with a small-town wave
he laughs
and
returns the gesture
with a flesh--rotted hand
he longs to befriend the living
but
suffers the inconvenience of his trade
i remove my face for the day
and place it on a cracked mantle
of charred invocations
bonded with the sinewy tendons
of youthful ideals
i sleep
in a bed of brine
that stings my unhealed wounds
& dream of lost better days
better lost memories
i tender my soul
to my fire
as the flames ...
#rejection
#redemption
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 1:09am
19th Apr 2018 1:09am
The Problem With America
is all these fascist redneck
rethuglican nutjobs
who spend all their time hating
all these commie elitist libtard hacks
who think that all
these flag waving gun nut racists
with all their regressive zealotry
and
hypermasculine prejudice
are the real reason why all
these unpatriotic hippie snowflakes
have all their freedom-hating protests
and
faggot loving convictions
and neither one
seems to truly know
what the cause of all this
unreasonable violence
among our children
could possibly ...
rethuglican nutjobs
who spend all their time hating
all these commie elitist libtard hacks
who think that all
these flag waving gun nut racists
with all their regressive zealotry
and
hypermasculine prejudice
are the real reason why all
these unpatriotic hippie snowflakes
have all their freedom-hating protests
and
faggot loving convictions
and neither one
seems to truly know
what the cause of all this
unreasonable violence
among our children
could possibly ...
#politics
#ignorance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2018 1:00am
19th Apr 2018 1:00am
He Picks Cigarette Butts
out of public ashtrays
outside of the mall
he puts them in his mouth
and lights them with kitchen matches
from an awkward
and nearly empty box
the 2--3/4" Misty
the 1" Vantage
where he likes to stick the tip
of his tongue in the small indentation
at the bottom of the filter
he wonders about the woman
who dropped that 100 after 2 puffs
shuffling along in sandals
her hair long
and perfect in her face
her skirt
acid washed and 2 inches
above the knee.
and her eyes curious in his
but he...
outside of the mall
he puts them in his mouth
and lights them with kitchen matches
from an awkward
and nearly empty box
the 2--3/4" Misty
the 1" Vantage
where he likes to stick the tip
of his tongue in the small indentation
at the bottom of the filter
he wonders about the woman
who dropped that 100 after 2 puffs
shuffling along in sandals
her hair long
and perfect in her face
her skirt
acid washed and 2 inches
above the knee.
and her eyes curious in his
but he...
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
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