whether you are, where you are?
How are you not a man?
And how in the midst of things?
Can you ever bring?
a solidary plain and plan!
Where you are?
I erect stands!
Atop mine convictions lot!
---Circumspect Erect
3/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
writing poems with my chicken neck
a sprinkle of salt, why not? What the heck?
Words surround my mind, one gives a genuflect.
humor is there somewhere, if I knew how to circumspect.
Villanelle L Milton Hankins Aug 18th, 2022
A Corner Booth and Eggs Benedict
The mood needs to be just right
Candles lit and flowers placed perfect
So fun to be in the spotlight
Winds of fortune caress this site
Our guard down, never circumspect
The mood needed to be just right
Ambiance fills the room tonight.
This dance is ours we reconnect
So fun to be in the spotlight
You played Wallflower's “One Headlight.”
Wine poured brings that care-free effect.
The mood needed to be just right.
Through stained-glass window pours moonlight.
Last dance, a time for introspect
So fun to be in the spotlight
About to see the days first light
A corner booth and eggs benedict
The mood needed to be just right
So fun to be in the spotlight
Hold on you big angry cat
Laying ambush for the little rat
Take heed and be circumspect
The rat may not be your suspect
Wait a minute you big angry cat
Be patient with the little rat
He is innocent of every crime
Until proven guilty by court in this clime
Listen to me all you angry cats
Compatriots of all the innocent rats
Jungle justice is outdated
And never to be updated
My gentle sphere, fitted more, still.... I spared
Spattered words of heart, yet! Not purloin
Bit by bit are words of him, slowly cared
His circumspect steps I look, always in cocoon
Be like a Mickey not to add to your meek
Being sportive and an erect stamen, could you be?
Hand creativity and thinking, would you keen?
Pals and swarms indeed, are there to feed
Classy swell of your cheek, glassy bite is seen
Shy! Hands rub on his chin, even without no need.
I know a hush-hush, your finger up to scratch the head,
A cool gentle sphere you are, that's the world I learn.
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