Best Equalities Poems
Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.
I belong to the nation
Of Equalities-
Equality between
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...
I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.
My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue
Of land mass
An African
Not do I dismiss
In unison unit
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
European,
Australian
And Antarctica.
I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.
It strikes one at will,
As one whose intent
is to kill,
Causing rumbles and
tumbles in the
stomack,
Making you rummage
for solution down in
the sack!
The causer of all
kinds of ulcer
That entity
accompanied with
bitter pains
Which if untended
lead it can to cancer
And from which there
is loss and no gains!
The solution to be
sought when it
strikes is food
Whether large or
small in quantity
So far as this giant
can be tamed for
good
By it, be it of high or
low quality!
Hunger it is that is
one life's equalities
To both with
reputable and
questionable
qualities!!!
I
Excellence in service, equalities
In society: access to every utility
Makes men and me dependent
Until depending on undependables
Makes us meek, mad or uncivilized
But for those accidental attractions
II
Like stars at night, without man's light
Beautiful, delicious darkness
Sets off the diamonds in domed Crown
Sliver of a moon makes memories
Old and new about the heaven, universe
Thank you South Africa (Eskom) for failures
Your corrupt business model takes us back
(to beauty as God meant it for we to see)
A book of lists
is what I need
to absolve Earth's Tribes
of rampant greed.
Before and after lists,
being and becoming fists,
masculine and feminist mutual mentoring trists
of transliterative transubstantiation.
I would like to hug
a warm and fuzzy theology
with prophetic philosophical appeal
to aesthetic reasons and tastes
that both hunters and gatherers
might sing and dance along
together.
Nationalism is out,
so Earth-centrism is in.
Egocentric competitions are out,
so ecoconsciousness colors back in
balancing patriarch/matriarch cooperatives,
consensus ego/eco-consciousness.
I need an updated list of reasons why
when red is out
then green is in
and when they grow together
we rediscover rich brown creolization
of less anthrocentric cultures,
we reweave deep dark mythos/logos syncretism,
for healthier earth history stories,
not just logos taught, but also mythos mentored.
I love this list
of red becomes purpling peopling nurturing equalities
as blue states of eco-natured redevelopment
become aquamarine green,
together ultra-violet
non-zero sum octaves
WinWin his/herstories.
I live these self-regenerating lists.
They move around
Yin-in with Yang-out
to re-emerge regenerative
of and with and for Earth's 4D spacetime double-binding
creole-loving
living
transcendent generosity
listing forward to regenerative ecotherapy
listing back toward permaculturing gratitude
for these organic EarthTribe lists
of ebb and flow.
We need an historic list,
cooperatively owned and together self-managed,
of how paganism birthed monotheism
and regenerations of taoist anthrocentric panentheism
birthed co-arising nonduality
of PatriarchalYang loving Matriarchal nurturing Yin
birthing Trinitarian permacultures
systemic-organic networks
regenerating egoconscious Left
as also ecoconscious Right
as Mother Earth Shabbat
in and of Beloved internal/external Community
climate balance
both universally absolutely empowering
and invitingly
unitingly
concretely organic Golden Rule ego/eco enlightening.
I need a list
composed by historians
and journalists
of what regeneratively happened
when we had no bad news,
where we had no headlines to gossip about
and only loves to nurturingly share
with
and in
and on
and for
and of
Earth's regenerate blessings.
in the distance
upon the wind
are heard cries
left unanswered
against a backdrop
of riotous color
shimmering in emerald
of pale eyes
blinded to the black
upon the soil
treading on emotion
and dreams
held in the dark
recesses
where cream never looks
they lay upon the white
sheets to wrap tender souls
as children remain lost
parents forgotten
interned under
unmarked graves
except for tears
falling silently
I stare into Africa
into a past
that seems unmoved
by the future
stuck between equalities
that are lopsided
and diseases
that shadow the poor
like an anxious undertaker
while I sit and sip
lemonade in tall glasses
in the shade of a tree
not really my own
but claimed for my
protection
wrapped in cooling veils
that shield my eyes
from the harsh realities
and cover my guilt with silk
easing my conscience
I stare out of Africa now
to a world of ignorance
for I am not alone
not the only blinded person
that chose to be that way
as the cries crawl
across the land
and dead animals
line the roads
leading to human graveyards
where the gates
are always swinging open
to welcome the natives home
I stare past Africa now
and wonder in sadness
will she survive all we have done
of even survive all we haven't done
as the blinders fall away
and I uncover my ears
the pain and cries reach me
conveying the answer
no, she will not survive us
for not enough of us
truly care...
All words inward bound
left over words unwound
Turbulent times define out tumors
healing comes from within
from hours of reminiscent remorse
Liquidate passive unknowns, blend
promised posthumous predications
to wary rituals relinquished
Notoriety need not bless your ways.
Obscurity obeys submission
Obsession obliges oblivion
Truth tells all toiled tales
Be real in your fervor
Kind in your fever.
Life is patterns set in self
glorious in sentient settings
Pliable pauses refreshed
equal equalities existential
All love is universal coping
We can all be one with each other.
For ages I became impotent and voiceless
And agitation built up rage in nous though
I took the white precipitate for composure
Many mistook me for a shameless addict...
Emotional violence drove out the beast in
Me and now that I became potent... Ego
I will reveal more that I used to conceal the
Ills brother got me through, No more...
No more to emotional agitations from the
Comrade for I pled beast upon beast, ramps
No more to the white precipitate that bring
About harmony where wars are ever waged.
Calm I will be when the brother shalt bring
About the element of parity in the domains
Calm I will vote till no more torture be brought
And tables turn all inequalities to equalities...
They walk like zombies...possessed by what they know not
They dream empty dreams...no passion, no desires
I watch from afar...guarded by my safe haven
They all look like movie stars to me...
they move in motions that look scripted to the letter
I pity them, but my pity is useless...wasted on the ones not needing So i watch, wishing i
could extend my hand to help guide them...Yet i fear they would not heed my efforts...
so i cry and pray...my tears form a river they drink from
To feel my pain...i see the banks drying up everyday
How can they fail to hear my roaring waves?
My cries i scream...when they fall they listen not
I'm pained at every moment...they continue on their journey
I sit and close my eyes...the tears carving impressions against my cheeks.
I try to gather power to let my voice scream from my seat...
but to them it's drowned-out by lust, not the love of life that i fought so hard for
I beckon unto them, but they turn their back
I sit, I write...maybe my life can lead them, but they refuse to open the book
I have all my brothers and sisters surrounding me...
lending me their words, but we are silenced at every turn
They have no love for us anymore...we are forgotten,
as forgotten as the sands of time that engulfed us
They just turn it over and start a new...
losing everything we fought hard for
Equalities' dying out with every scar on their soul...
I try to heal the pain, hide the scars, but i'm lost in their past
I find myself searching for an outlet to reach them,
Just to find my efforts are futile
Notwithstanding, i continue to try...
you're all i have...my memory rest in you, and so far i'm fading away
I need your help, need you to remember...need your love,
Need you more now...than a mere blessings' past...
There's a war going on in these streets,
Hearts are losing beats, the innocent weep, buildings fall to the concrete, while thousands of people move their feet,
There's angry voices wanting them to care, poisonous fogs fill the air, men in formation telling them to beware.
Police brutality and riot violence, it's all the same
There's injustice, and hatred but with a different name
There's bullets, and gasses, and crowds to hard to tame.,
Soldiers fill the streets, helicopters are in the sky,
The weak and poor stand their battlegrounds and the strong man cries.
Equalities has been divided, power is stripped from the man, business owners dreams crumble,while the unprivilged lock hands.
Leaders step down, poor communities gain power, more dreams burnt to ashes after the midnight hour.
America rise up, put both feet on the ground, honor all our brothers and sisters from white to brown.
Make our unity unbreakable throughout the land our forefathers found.
Lock hands and hearts throughout the nation, let equal rights end this war
Let's rise above all nations , United we shall stand, even stronger than before.
Mr Lying Justice
socially not accepted
Are you there for us
I see the trials discrimination
Falls righteousness fails
Impetus accounts to warn me about
About my admissions
About my wrong decisions
Memories prevailing warns me
About my persecutions
no Love, no forgiveness no fair share
Who cares
Covered equalities their appellate and judications
Act on predominants vacations
Preeminence justice equal legal unequal restricted
legally who am I already convicted
9/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I wanted to use the "does not equal" sign, but the system changes it to a question mark, so I'll use "dne" instead.
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(in)equalities
fat dne ugly
thin dne beautiful
beautiful dne good
ugly dne evil
strength dne power
knowledge = power
persuasion > force
wealth success
avarice = evil
impoverished dne lazy
expensive dne quality
travel dne miles
experience dne years
educated dne wise
ignorant dne stupid
law dne justice
law = order
revenge dne justice
wedding dne marriage
food = love
love >> hate
kindness > religion
religion - love = cult
statement - evidence = opinion
love - anyone = bigotry