What you picked up at the junction
Will end up serving no function,
Mine; The Bold Voice of Lord God’s seer,
Though the message might stab like spear…
Tears for the buyer of fake good,
Who’d seen it and forgot to brood;
Our markets they infiltrate,
More items we adulterate
The products whose cost is dear:
Because they spellbind, no fear!
But not for who questions ask,
Sellers taking to a task
For fake goods we keep longing
And bought: a sense of belonging,
As it radiates fine texture…
Why need I instinct’s lecture?
RADIOACTIVATING
RADIOACTIVATED
RADIOACTIVATE
CONTAMINATE
ADULTERATE
POLLUTING
POLLUTED
POLLUTE
POISON
SPOIL
SOIL
MAR
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4/1/2018
A MELTING SNOWBALL - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line Gauthier
FOWL
a feathered flockin farm animal
just a bird
web footed floater who runs
bird
common domestic rooster or hen
maybe a turkey, I should duck
the meat of a domestic used as food
decontaminate, purge,
disinfect, sanitize
brush rinse, scour
corrupt, rot, spoil
clarify, not cleansed much
bemire, besmirch, daub, grime, mire, smirch, smudge,
decontaminate, purge, purify blight
disinfect, sanitize sweep, wash, wipe
brighten pollute, tainty
straighten,tidy
adulterate, doctor
of something harmful or undesirable
contaminate, taint befoul,
grime, mire, smudge, soil,
corrupt, rotten, spoil smear
clarify, clean, cleanse, clear,
All that and all this is contaminate, pollute, boule
FOWL?
2/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
In
In spite we conquer and in love we hate
In silence there is a question and in noise we hesitate
In laughter we imagine and in tears we extrapolate
In wisdom we solve and in ignorance we exaggerate
In good there is hope and in bad we degenerate
In memories there is no doubt but in the future we annunciate
In depth there is substance and in shallowness we adulterate
In our souls we are strong but in mind we cannot communicate.
With windows open my breaths I am counting
While silent seconds are beating in heart's rhyme.
Silence is a deep well, inside its' waters I'm drowning
A chimera's torrent runs me down and to the surface I can't climb.
Silence shouts for those dreams left behind on desert road
Thirsty and desperate they discover an oasis illusion.
Between sights and guilts, I hold those needs ready to explode
Cutting red wires, like a choice arisen from an adulterate collusion.
A compromise is not the sound of a lonely tree being blown by the wind.
Silent nights are carving with stars world's unspoken words upon the ceiling.
As I lay beside this abyss, like a bottle floating in the waves of the sea
I trust silence to find the truth I seek, the piece of a lost feeling.
The woman I loved was not mine to defend,
But the wife of the man that beats me, my friend.
As I heard my jaw crack and break,
I was not here to fight I was here to take.
For we both knew, what we did was wrong,
We danced to the devil’s adulterate song.
Her eyes screamed my pain,
To me love and heartache feels the same.
One minute I’m standing the next I am floating towards the floor,
My body is numbed; I stand willingly to take more.
I look at her, and a smile creases my broken face,
I see her; I still love her in the midst of our disgrace.
Did I say she was not mine to defend?
Well he should not have touched her; I beat him to no end,
The man that lay at my feet, my friend.
Were you to be less the chosen ideal,
in solid form, my love would find a way;
and yet, how to express a sentience pure
enough if corporeal you graced the day.
What befits such splendour, my life?
Mere pittance I would gratefully dissolve,
yet know, to feel your sex, a spoiling passion
would taint the paragon beyond resolve.
I am content to dream a spectral reality,
therein dare to touch the rose, the luscious bud;
suckle at the breast, consummate my animal,
in sleep, set loose the singing in my blood.
You will still remain untouched and undefiled
by my primal debase, as you have ever been,
immune of my advance amidst adulterate banes,
inviolate...incomparable...pristine.