Best Assertion Poems
Some claim that Elon Musk is a humanoid robot
revolutionary technology - who wins the jackpot
Although amateurs are annoyingly apt at aping another’s avocation,
All artists accord another’s art acceptance,
As any artwork asks appreciation,
And after all, all artists are allusive, anyhow.
October 21, 2019
Reformatted October 30, 2019
1.Nothing betters life to
eminence and affluence.
2.Nothing profits than charity
forgetting is worse.
3.Perform charity wherever possible
thy can do.
4.True heart is charity
rest all exaggeration.
5.Evade envy, avarice, annoyance and
coarse-words for charity.
6.Performing charity in youth
without postponing lasts.
7.Charity needs unexplainable to
palanquin-carrier and passenger
8.Performing goodness daily walls
prospect of births.
9.Glory by goodness delights
for others futile.
10.Owe to do righteousness
omit from evil.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31 B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 3-12-13
Whom is the head...whom is the tail,
just the flipsides of the same coin...
In peace,you war too maintain security,
In war,you war,too maintain the peace....
Population growth, with dynamic demands,
resources found in foreign lands....
A strategist will assert there's an art to war,
another will claim,there's no art in destruction....
Submission then assimilate,or
resist and face annihilation,
just look at past history,and
the fate of previous nations....
DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE?
It makes one wonder, it makes one think
It makes one’s heart begin to sink
Is He, will He, does He hear?
Does he consider a child’s fear?
I don’t know and may never will
Is He something or is he nil?
Is He someone in which to believe?
While a child’s mother is given to grieve
I am weary, I am tired
While in the muck of misery I am mired
Headlines scream but are silenced too soon
While I mourn yet another midnight’s moon
Where is He whom so many know,
while my fear and queries grow?
My questions mount like mountains high
Is he a fairy tale or simply a lie?
It makes one wish, it makes one pray
But where is that missing child today?
Newspaper clippings grow yellowed with age
As I highlight the words inked upon an aged page
It makes one’s hope fade like that ink
As one continues to wonder and think
There sit I amidst the pious in pews
As I begin to believe He must ignore the news
Some are found alive and some are found well
Alas too many are lost by the hands of a born-again hell
Too few of the damned ever hear a jail cell slam
And if He is real then I wonder if God really gives a damn
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DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE?
It makes one wonder, it makes one think
It makes one’s heart begin to sink
Is He, will He, does He hear?
Does he consider a child’s fear?
I don’t know and may never will
Is He something or is he nil?
Is He someone in which to believe?
While a child’s mother is given to grieve
I am weary, I am tired
While in the muck of misery I am mired
Headlines scream but are silenced too soon
While I mourn yet another midnight’s moon
Where is He whom so many know,
while my fear and queries grow?
My questions mount like mountains high
Is he a fairy tale or simply a lie?
It makes one wish, it makes one pray
But where is that missing child today?
Newspaper clippings grow yellowed with age
As I highlight the words inked upon an aged page
It makes one’s hope fade like that ink
As one continues to wonder and think
There sit I amidst the pious in pews
As I begin to believe He must ignore the news
Some are found alive and some are found well
Alas too many are lost by the hands of a born-again hell
Too few of the damned ever hear a jail cell slam
And if He is real then I wonder if God really gives a damn
© 2010…..free cee!
My body and soul fights for control my true self not my flesh it's my spirit~
10/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020