Best Harriet Poems
Oh Harriet,
a treasured heart lost to time.
Such promise,
heralded for gifted child.
Tender age,
loves pull guided her astray.
No blame,
for who does not crave happiness.
Joyous moment,
glanced upon and short lived.
Her heart,
abandoned and broken.
Hope lost,
as lover moves on.
Solace desired,
but only lustful arms found.
With child,
in hiding she remains.
Sadness burdens,
with heart and mind overwhelmed.
Words dispatched,
her last affection declared.
Lonely morning,
she walks to the serpentine.
Tearful eyes,
she throws herself to the bitter waters.
Her story concluded,
with love and loss,
societies glaring eyes,
a treasured heart lost to time.
Harriet Tubman helped free slaves
Determination gave her the strength
To break the law
And have slaves crawl
Through tunnels to make their escape -
She risked her life every day
3/12/12
Added additional line at end
Did Harriet Tubman ever cry?
Did she ever bow down on her knees
And ask God, Why?
Or even get upset because she couldn’t read
No, she only stood up and gave a speech
Did Harriet Tubman ever weep?
Did she ever scream when she had that bullet wedged in her teeth?
Or was the moment too mundane
When the doctor dug his scalpel through her determined brain
No, the water dripping down her face
Is only sweat from saving slaves
We all need that “Harriet Tubman kind of faith”
Did Harriet Tubman ever refuse the call?
Decide she will surrender freedom after all?
Or did she grab a pistol and dared to shoot
At anyone who leaked her sacred route
Though her fate seemed dim
And the odds were against her
“Every great dream begins with a dreamer”
For those who need hope or encouragement
Please never forget
to stand tall
and summon Harriet Tubman’s strength
Harrius Tubman
Harriet Tubman was my Great Great Great times Eight Grandmother
Trying to Free The Mind of my Brothers
Cause Our Eyes is Covered
From this Blindfolded Structure
of Vampires, Demons, & Witches
Rituals, Sacrifices, for Riches
Lucifers Music is Enrichened
Using His God Given Instruments for Demolition
Releasing the Spirits
All seeing Eye of the Pyramids
Illuminati Card Game Predictions
Predicting World Events Foretelling it's Existence
Esau hates Since Genesis
Against his Brother to Afflicting
Oppression on his Brother without Forgiveness
They Eyes and Mind stay Attentive
to Lies Instead of Wisdom
Locked in the Devils Prison
Jesus last Words IT IS FINISHED
False Prophets
Make Profits
off the Gospel
Reciting the Apostles
Ain't Scared of these Serpents
I was Breeded for the Purpose
to be speak the Sermons
as the Servant
the Prince Once on the Heavens Throne
left the Heavens Abode
To Expose these Foes
on the Underground Railroad
to the Path of the Gold
for the Soul
Salvation
Revelations
Judgement is Waiting
Harriet has Beckwith-wiedemann syndrome,
Something which shortened her right side,
And she also his difficulty with blood sugar,
But she’s a dog lover of Baya Bear and Bow.
Born in Huntington which is a market town,
In Cambridgeshire, on the 6th of May 1991,
She’s good at the breaststroke and medley,
Which she practices in Peterborough’s club.
Harriet splashed onto the swimming scene,
In 2010 at the World Champs, Netherlands,
Where she won the silver individual medley,
And the gold for the SB9 100m breaststroke.
She suffered from illness in the year of 2011,
But at the British Champs in 2012 in London,
She won the gold for the 100m breaststroke,
So at the 2012 Paras Harriet won the bronze.
In French Montreal in Canada land in 2013,
Harriet won the silver breaststroke class SB9,
And then in Portugal’s Funchal on Madeira,
She won gold medley relay and silver 4x100.
This sent Harriet to Rio where she excelled,
To win silver in the 100m breaststroke again,
In a time of 1:16.87 minutes to tail behind,
Gold medalist Lisa Kruger, the Netherlands.
After about fifty years as married wife
the last three fraught with strife
obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife
hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife
at the least severely incapacitated
think pitted, riddled,
and rounced her tortured life.
Ovarian cancer affliction
on par with megadeath
bald pate (color of bleached skull),
and crossbones characterized mortal death
oxygen tank to sustain each measured breath.
Nonetheless her angry spirited accursed
ferocity, ejaculatory, denunciatory burst
expletive and epithet
peppered preponderant rant,
(no kidney you) laced
and dull livered worst
fulmination, exasperation,
(albeit feebly faint)
damnation well versed
lips mouthing implacable thirst
to defy grim reaper uber
lyft driver analogous hearst
jubilation immune to
interrogation and/or humiliation
diatribes interpreted glorification,
remained scythe lent bore
scathing rebukes hurled regarding
her sole son (courtesy
miraculous biological reproduction)
dogged with financial perdition
eased series of unfortunate events narration
blessed nonagenarian widower husband
generous father gave male progeny
eased (his/mine) absolution
availed immense monetary boost,
she (envision banshee)
voiced abhorrent objection
regarding liberal outpouring
triggered her vitriolic remenstration.
Similar with pointed gesticulation,
excoriation, cannibalization, abomination...
against reducing his albatross
yoking penurious defeat
her livid hostility displayed, decried,
damned how Matthew Scott,
(I shoal mussel metaphor
without clamming up, how
said offspring coasts) along easy street,
while she sorely protested (thankfully in vain)
even after succumbing to painful demise,
she vehemently, obstreperously and helplessly
loathes handsome handout
to yours truly forsakes Pete.
~Harriet hairdresser hurries her hair appointments hurriedly~
12/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
ah, tis in regard to praise worthy of zee
sylph van halen wondrous sigh door house
where boot LIX phallic ruled thee,
this missive (fertilized ova byproduct),
sans newly wedded whoopie
between n betwixt carnal existence
involving stiff joint courtesy of randy
(loch ness hike hood only imagine)
engendered pleasurable scree
ming, when enfilade eruption occurred
sans papa's engorged tree
into verdant valley shaped like miniature "v"
when bare naked lady n beastie boy - with re:
tractable shaped magic flute
mountebank upon late
(then young) mum when she
acquiesced bing dominated
during nude version with glee
club (prickly ***** per papa)
unplanned romp or x game of thrones
whereby rampant animal urge beckoned to free
flagellates searching mini verdant zyder zee
which warm fuzzy i.e. cop u lay shun
nine months later with meself as baby
baked to imp perfection second to none
this futre puff daddy slated
tubby conceived via sex pistol gun
in tandem with mull ate mum,
who cavorted in naked fun
begat word whiz as second brood ding bun
in the oven o me late mum...
gone against desire tool heave anon!
HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).
How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.
Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.
Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.
I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.
The art of saying what cannot be
………………………………………..for Harriet Monroe
… said
………………or need not be
What's the difference if you call tinnitus or l'acouphène a 'tintement, a 'buzzing', a 'chuintement', a 'whistling', or pure sounds of music : it is still not stilled in him who lies still.
……………………… he left his spectacles on a narrow ledge
and pulled the lever
………….to let the trough down
slopping mélange of cement paint and the sneeze of bird droppings carried by swirling winds
… did he fear his glasses would come
off
……… or was it just the fear of mélange slurp on his glasses
… a near-full trough wobbled with the first jerk of the pulley
… a treacle of a drop streaked thick
chased by a heart-shaped losange
…………… long before the splash hit the ground
he thought of whom he might excise
………………. from his last will and testament
with a vengeful codicil
……………………….. the greediest
………………………........... the laziest
or the great spenders
he might not have thought it important
but was it the moment his foot caught
the snake coils of a rope high
on the scaffolding
…………… did he think he heard a saffron-robed monk
knock the tool-box down in haste
a faux pas he felt was not to his taste
……………….. at least at that very moment
still he let himself be led
…………………………. half-blind into
realms not so bizarre
………………………… after all
with only the colliding tinnitus
…………… reverbrating in his ears
What would anyone think
if he or she would come upon his eyeless specs :
" … best to leave said or unheard things alone… "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 23, 2018
Destination unknown for her trip
Unfortunate it is only a proverbial ride
Too many details am I forced to skip
Such as who's Harriet and why not a ship
if you knew the first the second would abide
Destination unknown for her trip
Still all the premises don't touch the lip
You're left to questions remaining aside
For too many details am I forced to skip
If Harriet is punishment I'll take a whip
If she's shame then I have no pride
Destination unknown for her trip
No she's like a fine wine I'd slowly sip
Her body a castle, her soul, the queen inside
Too many details am I forced to skip
From my mind to yours these words slip
Nothing about Harriet am I able to hide
Destination unknown for her trip
Way too many details am I forced to skip
Harriet Honey Bunch met Henry at a Honky-Tonk
By accidentally giving back of his neck a tiny bonk
Did you see her flirty, flamboyant ways? Asked Connie Conk
Fine by us said winsome Willie Wonk and decent Donnie Donk