This life's not fair
Birthed in mystery
Our plans go awry
Try define normal
Attacks from there
Troubles right here
They are not happy
Chance to grow virtue
The pain hits home
Hearts bleed hope
Blow will not be hard
Endurance we have
Truth be told
T'is a bitter pill
Out of choices
Press on we will
Every two months in dear old Australia
A shark attacks a man without failure
Now this very disturbing statistic
Might seem overly simplistic.
But it’s time the nation acted
And had all sharks’ teeth extracted
I know that this might sound rough
But the poor bloke’s just had enough.
Every time he goes for a dip
A bloody shark decides to let rip
He’s got bites on his bum some on the hand
He’s been bitten at sea bitten on land.
Lucky not to be in a shark’s tummy
Bandaged that much he looks like a mummy
Australian men are pretty tough
But this poor bugger’s just had enough.
Rational me is capable and whole
Irrational me has complete lack of control
Rational me is happy and relaxed
Irrational me panics and cracks
Rational me views life in a positive light
Irrational me battles crippling fear without hope in sight
Rational me makes the most of every day
Irrational me wants to sleep the day away
Rational me is clear...has clarity
Irrational me is afraid…engulfed by anxiety
Rational me sees beauty and light
Irrational me faces a darker plight
Rational me lives life on the right track
Irrational me suffers debilitating panic attacks
anything can happen...
as ridiculous as it sounds
like a...lodged-hic can...
end-tear one's mind and so some...
't'-(rain-a-sour-ass) rump starts yelling farts
claiming that the game board is his and...
so too...is your future
len
they come with mirrors,
not to see themselves,
but to make you disappear.
you say the sky is blue,
they say it never was.
you say you're tired,
they say that you have slept.
you say they hurt you,
they say you begged for it.
they bend reality like Einstein,
grinning as you doubt your own memories,
your own breath,
your own name.
by the time you crawl away,
you aren't sure if you were ever whole,
or just another reflection
in their life of broken mirrors.
What is with the
Verbal attacks on women
Is it jealousy because
Women these days
Want more
Out of life and a
Career of their own
Whenever programs are cultural,
Zatu's thin voice richly cultural,
All his speech pauses the junctural:
Not what hearers might term The Natural...
But should it not be unnatural:
Sessions with The Supernatural?
Zatu's clear words soon esoteric,
Strange attacks by The Enteric
Bla - Bla - Bla: a final Uric
Prayer for oil-wells with derrick...
After culture Thin Voice is back:
The Guttural he starts to lack!
No one likes an egomaniac
or welcomes pain in their sacroiliac
And what kind of monomaniac
enjoys a sudden heart attack
Yet it's my opinion, if not established fact
~ life's worse than death for an insomniac
Plagued by gas attacks was Willy Weasel
His tummy churned from frequent upheaval ~
Then Willy got a hot tip
Try this stuff, just take a sip ~
Willy learned weasels can't stomach diesel
When negativity attacks me...
I start to feel hopeless, sad, depressed, angry,
Jealous, shameful, guilty, afraid, and lonely.
I want to eat some food for comfort,
I need friends to talk to, I need attention,
I need reassurance, I need advice,
Every terrible fact about everything comes into my mind,
Everything falls apart...
My inner strength breaks down, I stop smiling and frown.
The blues get my dark feelings going.
I become the odd one out.
When negativity consumes all, my positivity comes in,
Big and tall,
Just like me, who wouldn't agree?
I start to think positively, I begin to feel happy, proud, strong,
Patiently waiting for my bright destiny,
Because a strong-spirit girl is my identity.
It does not fit in these now modern times-
the news that's dominating our TVs.
With some gains made in world diplomacy-
these scenes of war are too hard to believe.
The Afghan war went on some twenty years;
yet threats of World War III seemed off the board,
since direful risks of nuclear weaponry
did grant discouragement for future wars.
And yet, it's happening before our eyes
two countries now engaged in fight or flee-
with fears of bringing others in the mix-
all NATO countries heading into war.
Though unprovoked, Ukrainians are caught
in war with sins against humanity!
Russia discounts rules of engagement, so
all women, men, and children are fair game!
How did this war slip back to brutish times-
now watching that Ukrainians must flee
to save their lives against the Russian plans
bombing their city Kyiv- and many more?
We had progressed ahead of former times
as fighting wars unveiled the awful costs.
But now, this war misfits- and perhaps peace-
is obsolete when enemies serve greed.
March 14, 2022
Contest: Kyiv Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Stand tall New York, New York City Trade Centers, Financial buildings and U.S. planes. September 11,2002 The day of unknown terrorist attacks, Innocent hard working people. Individuals whose names varies fallen stars under the hands and plots of some self hatred and destruction. Fire fighters, policemen and women ready to protect and service. Many lost their lives to the hands of hatred now lay under rubble at the hands of someone else’s destruction. courage, honors, tears , bravery. Much respect goes out to the victims and their families , numerous volunteers that a day of hope will be bestowed to The great City of New York that one day it will be rebuilt. The melting pot of the stars, stripes, the red, white, blue. Much respect is due and once again New York, New York this poem is dedicated to you and families affected. 9/25/2001
Stand tall New York, New York City Trade Centers, Financial buildings and U.S. planes. September 11,2002 The day of unknown terrorist attacks, Innocent hard working people. Individuals whose names varies fallen stars under the hands and plots of some self hatred and destruction. Fire fighters, policemen and women ready to protect and service. Many lost their lives to the hands of hatred now lay under rubble at the hands of someone else’s destruction. courage, honors, tears , bravery. Much respect goes out to the victims and their families , numerous volunteers that a day of hope will be bestowed to The great City of New York that one day it will be rebuilt. The melting pot of the stars, stripes, the red, white, blue. Much respect is due and once again New York, New York this poem is dedicated to you and families affected. 9/25/2001
The physical aggression found in the male
is the verbal expression of the female,
they talk they gossip they attack reputations,
men war go to battle and resolve confrontations,
the results always favour the dominant force,
and that be the bully who will reap the rewards,
the species attacks because it adapts,
the victims are helpless and that is a fact
Jill couldn't stop thinking about the blacks
she was just so hot and red so mad
But she could never forget the feedback
That morning, Jill was shocked by the sack
She had to calm herself with a tread
Jill couldn't stop thinking about the acts
Those acts of violence against her African-American friends
Later, Jill was spooked by a plaque
She tried to focus on the sacks (over their heads)
But she could never forget the feedback
Boxes filled with rags
Marching wit flags, White supremacist
Jill took action like a crack
The black was like a toxic head
But she could never forget the feedback
tried to distract her with a packs
Said her mind had become too overhead
Jill nosedived like a bad stack
Her mind became dangerously dread
By those people colored medium dark brown
Jill couldn't stop thinking about the blacks
But she could never forget the feedback
Why? Her father was a southern governmental segregationist
12/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
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