THOSE ETERNAL CLOUDS
Clouds are never dry—
When their water breaks,
It’s the birth of rain:
Godly tears aren’t cotton balls;
They are wet nourishing births:-
Aborting Satan,
Often seeks miscarriages
Of God’s birthing tears—
But after such storming tries,
Bright clouds polka dot the sky:-
Clouds aren’t cotton balls.
They are wet bales of God’s love—
And the pregnant sky:
Try imagining a sky,
That’s not pregnant with God’s clouds:-
Poetry is written with reflections
of dreams, pregnant with thoughts
born from openly emotional hearts.
Nurtured by a poet's experiences
and whimsical musings, charmingly penned.
Sometimes vivid imaginations run wild,
scribblings as if a child.
Casualties crumbled on the floor.
But flexible is the quill
and ink continues to spill.
Poets often sit in shadows,
and locked behind closed doors.
Aborting verses they haven't rhymed,
frequently losing track of time.
Sunrise mornings become stygian nights.
Just a note to the reader: this poem is not biographical - as I don't have first hand experience, but it is intended to discourage anyone who might be considering an abortion
My heart stills, as it silently despairs
Remembering the chill
like a wintery night
My heart dreads the moment when light fades
As shadows reveal
The darkest fate
My heart stills, beneath the darkest thoughts
What was the motive for aborting
The innocent, the pure…
The sweet little infant, who God sent to you
What was the motive? What was the cause?
Why kill the baby – the baby who grows
Beneath your heart….
Such a tiny smile, such a gentle hope
But now she’s up in heaven
I wonder what she knows….
My heart stills, as it silently despairs
Remembering the chill
Oh, a wintery night
aborting Jesus
toxic inclusivity~
caring branded woke
Illuminated.
Aeonian flare.
Pandering to earthborn stares.
Forever there.
Through magic, death and secret fires.
Night guide to the labyrinth.
Chased off by sunrise.
Aborting murky dreams in lunar tide.
It descended hard and hot -
must have been a rookie,
flaps oscillating mightily
correcting overcorrections,
undercarriage lowered and high angled
wings up and wide
spread out for maximum deceleration.
If there had been a computer on-board
it would have been repeating:
"too low - too low,
terrain-pull-up, terrain pull-up!"
but
there was just a solo goose brain at the controls,
and landing on ice in low visibility is always tricky
even for professional flyers.
It came in fast,
no chance of aborting the landing now,
no time for last moment adjustments,
webs touching down, then lifting up
as the impact jolted it airwards again,
Touch-down, yawing badly,
wings now beating the air wildly,
somehow
the bird keeps a shaky balance
as it slews and skids to a rocking half.
The goose immediately
starts preening and shaking-out its tail feathers
as if to say:
"nothing to see here."
The other geese in that same flight
honking loudly,
hard to say if they were cheering
or jeering.
it hung there like a noose
around the neck of a people
a road map in red and black
with a series of right turns
this destination unknown to me
a child half of twenty-one
father was seeking
shocked at what he found
scowls from the 1940s
greeted us
a large oak desk
the trio who sat behind it
bald, boots, tattoos
with menace and calm
grabbed hold of our eyes
aborting peripheral vision
a three second eternity
chilled the air
then the middle one chirped
may we help you
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
Gazing at the twinkling dots
which dominated the black sky
surrounding the gibbous moon,
I was struggling in between
my thoughts of a regretful noon.
But then I saw
the dark sheet getting conquered
by huge blackish-white mass
and the silence was taken over
by the thumping thundering sass.
Those icy cool droplets
caused a vibration within me
when they trickled down my spine,
I went to a new place
which was all full of shine.
The watery pats which I got
on my cotton-covered back
sparked in me a new hope
that aborting here would not work
as the future is inevitable that I will have to cope.
The clapping leaves
and the dancing trees
lauded me for my previous victories
And here suddenly, I heard my mom
"Get up dear! how long will you live in your world of dreams?"
My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child
because I'll not allow it to run free and wild
Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I want to fly free!"
"You're not ready," I whisper. "Put your trust in me."
It cried, trying to hold on to its pregnant dreams
blaming me for aborting expressive rhyme schemes
"Ask your muse to find more decorous selections."
On her advice, I began to make corrections.
I purged all the rhetoric and made a new start
resulting in the birth of a sonnet with heart
I danced for freedom I'd granted to my verses
No longer do I hear the yowling of curses
I will continue to write with a pliant quill
and an open mind with the ink I choose to spill
THE NEW GOD (COVID-19)
In the land of lightness
Emerges the world with dreams
Where the world worship their God
Living in fear and abject poverty
In the land of lightness
The Malaikahs watch with ease
As man embarks on vanity
With challenges of different kinds
In the land of lightness
The dreadfulness of pandemic controls the world
HIV/AIDS, EBOLA VIRUS, LASA FEVER,
Became gods.
In the land of lightness
Covid-19 is now the God of gods to man
Arresting the world like criminals
Sending people to the journey of no return
Aborting dreams of man
In the land of lightness
Where the gallant soldier now controls the world
Making the earth disastrous
Who knows what comes next?
Almighty Father !
Forgive us our sins
Shower your blessing like rain
Live to give. Death is inevitable, life is very short. Corona virus is real. Stay safe.
Alimi Abdulkabir's Poetry
Little Billy was a designer
Known worldwide and even wider,
All the way from here to China.
Little did the people know
Little Billy had a vag*na.
Little Billy sold millions
and billions of gold bullions
Worth, to many civilians
Alike parents and children.
Each item was worth about forty,
Little Billy sponsored all things sporty
Little did Billy know, it would be shortly
That the world would be aborting.
News headlines, global sensation
Of Little Billy's gender connotation
Revealed in a social fluctuation.
All Billy could feel was humiliation.
Sponsorships ended
Cost price descended
Moral right transcended
All because Billy pretended
That she was a woman
Living as man
In a land where the wage expands
When you've got an appendage.
Vividly its coming
Imagine it figured
Conquering its occurring
Maturing as it grows
A pencil is meant to write
An ink is meant to be refilled
A paper is meant to be written on
And words are meant to be read
Slimmer as it boils
Aborting as it leaves the fakeness
Completing as it receives the originality
The race has been ran
LOOK AWAY
I see the children hurting;
I feel their pains aborting;
I just ignore them;
And when the time comes
As danger surrounds them
I just turn my head
NO acknowledgement
I just turn my head, my back as I just
I just look away
I see these bullying;
I see those scars and bruising;
Feels as though there’re continually losing;
I close mine eyes, (ignoring)
I just close my mind
And as I look away
I’m ashamed of me this day
I pray…..
And when the time comes
As danger surrounds them
I just turn my head
NO acknowledgements
I just turn my head, my back as I just
I just look away
11/21/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
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