Lee B. Mack
LEE BROCK MACK (Psychobiography)
Lee Brock Mack poet, Semi-Retired Financial/Systems Consultant, Community College and High School part time Teacher; is author of the 1977 poems: “Gifts of Strength” and “Home Train.” Mr. Mack recognized traditional philosophies and practices of poetry, and works hard to spearhead some works he hopes will entertain and find acceptance as improvisational poetry. His native language is English and he strives to express empathy with English traditions, other native tongues, ancestral and historical expression; like jazz, poetry improvisation is developing as a new modal set, expressive similar to chord changes in music, and trial and error... more »
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Lee B. Mack Poems
The Teacher Is The Teachers Teacher
Some drown in hydrolyzed clouds Some fall with the rains’ wiping away All progress made let fade into top soils Wet bloody mud from trampling up the
A Granddaughter's Smile
A granddaughter’s smile incites advantage as she readies her nest for the nighttime story she prepares each slice of magnetic universe she tends to bottle warming and gifts;
A Poem Speaks Native (Improvisation 10 2...
A POEM SPEAKS NATIVE: Original 10 30 2009 A poem speaks native speak
Cellophane Spirit: Improvisation 10 19 ...
Old men have seen a memory blown by sleeping, wails of grief kisses sucked up excavated noses soul stirring psalms to the very top of the lung energy boasts of a golden but feared recall, I
Come With Me Rolling Drifts Of Sand
We meet to drive international speedways To the beach’s decorative catch bands of Running waters -coastal borders Rolling in sand’s broad sunlight –faded
Come Again: (Improvisation 11 10 200...
On the runners’s track around Charles Drew field hung images of nakedness above counter walls that Bars display instant atmosphere drew off to color The brew a coffee cream in sight of Baldwin Hall
I Am Already (Original 09 27 09) Impro...
I am already –no needs -always I look to Need no skies to write the bend to eternity no Order of operation code -no optic set to write And display -my poem writes in the star’s bouquet
Intelligence Without a Mentor Origina...
INTELLIGENCE WITHOUT A MENTOR: Original 10 03 2010
When Poems Write Themselves
When poems write themselves To save good eating for last They refrigerate desserts but Set them out a while to ponder
La Chasse In A Surfer's Dream: (Improv...
Coltrane reincarnate in sound chasses in surfer’s dreams transfigures to an emperor butterfly leaving the body, ancestral ebullient blood running, an afterward-ness sound blowing through seashells lifts being onto wings that move
Cityscapes: (Improvisation 10 04 200...
God wept the seas we walk around lands of continent man divide the charity the sea’s covers spread over naked kingdoms like condoms stretched over revived seed
Affraid Of Coming To Know: (Original 0...
Spirit unclothes herself to womanize instant naked movements esthetic wishes engage to name spirit blood featureless within
Holy Up All Night As Black As I: (Impro...
When I have reach outside this eye to touch the other side of sky glory will the hope pray I
Brand The Minds Of Youthful Allegiances;...
On good downdraft mountain shuttles old wings sail On the smooth take to meet peers to confide in Young dangerous wings take highways of winds That rage ahead from Straight-ways to curves
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The Teacher Is The Teachers Teacher
Some drown in hydrolyzed clouds
Some fall with the rains’ wiping away
All progress made let fade into top soils
Wet bloody mud from trampling up the
King’s vaunted highway to that
End where order of tables care
For regeneration in my Grandson’s blood
All school seats taken are seats of despair
That I am here and you are there despite
The rules of passion and the roads
Of unenlightened homes where fair made
Immunities out of the comfort of our beds
My boy classified as one of the
Little People -an adorable youth
Observer at the recesses ...