Best Like Minded Poems
in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the irony
to their similarity
of the markets round red fruit
unaware of the tragedy
the horror of events yet to come
it will rain metal shrapnel
as human minds grasp
with the purpose of their existence
as in their ignorance
they understand their worth as human bombs
with a belief the heavens will open the gates
with a fanfare and a promised blessing
for their divine act of unquestioned belief
the clay shaped bricks
the black iron metal stairs
the drum sound of engines
then the lull
not after
but before
before
the pulse of the storm
the rain of death
yet this moment captured
this photograph
with man and child in hand
smells sweet
you wonder
bemused
why?
the world travels
aimlessly
singularly
no one
nothing in the universe
suggests
exposes
even a hint
even a glimpse
not a clue
that would lead
reveal
an answer.
life in its contradiction
like the proverbial apple
offers both
the miracle
the curse.
09/23/2014
Lovers forever tethered to each other
fear, which one, Death, will visit first?
And as time passes, a sadness swells
within their hearts, just thinking about it.
Accepting the inevitability of Death;
triggers apprehension, a very human experience.
And such concerns can overwhelm hearts;
proving love is a two-edged sword.
Memories entertain like-minded minds,
sharing theaters of recognition.
And watching old family films of days gone by;
chuckles recall long-forgotten escapades
of a lifetime of dreams we shared equally.
Having lived full lives with no regrets
two half souls fused into one;
warmly wrapped in a blanket of love.
Thoughts tend to drift to yesteryears
to offset the tide of tears
that start to ebb and flow as the years unfold.
The question of who will die first
fuels fears of uncertainty within conjoined hearts.
When my time comes to pass, I'll close my eyes,
let out a breath, and, with a sigh, slip away!
Dying's not the scary part;
leaving my soulmate behind, is!
The world has changed so fast
that I was caught off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
Then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
While at the same time;
every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
on the fringes of society: got a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
peddling lies as entertainment and news.
World War Three, once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth,
without any regard for the truth.
I recall when people didn't lock their doors,
and neighbors greeted one another with a smile or a wave.
But today, we're caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
where, sooner or later, I fear we will be eaten.
"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
Baring his artistic brilliancy
On the canvas he painted
For a like minded soul
To absorb and appreciate his beauty
His paint is electrifying
He's a high spirited wild horse
Unchained
Running across the planes
of his imagination
Unleashing his passions
from deep inside
He's a shot of adrenaline
Who shoots through the veins
Of another artists dreams
To be just as untamed and free
Inspired by Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)
Caravans comprising multitudinous
peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated
by North America
an irresistible source,
which tug felt
nearly all the way round
webbed wide world beckoning
for waves of humanity
figuratively donned as spawning fish,
toward which currently dimming
beacon of democracy flickr
Trump might extinguish
though tis quite heart
breaking to experience
vicariously as one collective soul,
these desperate folks
ambitious to seek asylum,
(and eventual citizenship),
while this "FAKE" president
invents many a...holy SMOKES
outrageous, nefarious, and malicious
dagger o type cruel barbed wire
accusing, condemning, and emasculating,
(I could continue),
but ye dear reader would tire
unless individuals
affected by xenophobia
countenance same stance
as Commander in Chief,
or contrariwise some
like minded
thinkers, rack coon sitter
the migrant situation dire,
would effectively serve me
as preaching to
the Unitarian choir,
yet any sensate
person must admit
tis quite upsetting, lamenting,
and agonizing to witness
hordes of persons treated like
some pestilential
eyesore dagnabbit,
yes this chap can
endlessly spout flibbertigibbet,
though thee crux of my opinion,
inspires a poem express
sing supportive emotions
particularly acknowledging,
how these masses (thousands)
of vulnerable individuals
show true grit,
nonetheless yours truly,
would be hard pressed
for an immediate
humane solution to corral
this extensive kit
and caboodle, though this generic guy
with a poetic knack
shakes his noggin
watching armed flack
delivered from border patrol agents/
United States military, lack
restraint, and who outright attack
trespassers at point
blank range that pack,
a deadly (Judge Judy ish
huss) punch smack
king young ones
upside the head forcing
everyone to backtrack
to their homeland of
persecution by crack
headed gang members, which thugs
violently land a deadly whack!
Life is somehow like doing a project,
It cannot automatically succeed
Except some kindness divines to aid,
That needs to move the Holy spirits
We cannot do so for any miracles
So turned to recruit the like-minded,
Self-help we must do, with keys to the heart
Open up spaces for everyone,
Acknowledge being a part of the United,
The blueprint of lives likes a jigsaw picture
We must be united to make life better
People whom are haters, better love mercy
People who rape women and children
People who steal for false prosperity
Like minded sinners filling up hell
People whom are murderers, better love mercy
People who abuse elder seniors better love forgiveness
People who mistreat animals is it true all dogs go to heaven
What chance does a sinner man have
When he's an atheist
And what about those who fondle and rape children
Who persecute those less fortunate
What about the one who shoots the guns
Wounding and killing at random
What about the adulterer, and fornicator
People who rape women and children
People who steal for false prosperity
Evil men dictators
Evil thoughts coming from us
And God once repented Himself that He made man
For you see we are sinful and dammed
Evil monarchs, kings and rulers
Whom cheat, lie, be ill-human--sub human
Dictators, Kings, Presidents
Evil men dictators
Evil thoughts coming from us
All shame, all sin
Are you all out or all in
Repent now, did I leave off something
Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
That Jesus is Lord, so if I barely make it I better...better love mercy
Just in case I scarcely make it in
With all my sins, all my repentance, I better love grace
12/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
D, who is she? Poetess of mystery?
Not to me.
Oh, thrashing ego held in drenched embrace
a lonely lady with a gorgeous face.
Oh, willing submissive to desire
entrancing power of poetic fire!
Her cosmic cry quelled by a crimson grin
when love's pulsating cadence comes from within.
Loneliness haunts her only but why?
Rivers of tears leave eyes too dry.
Like-minded must pull her in and then...
deep inner passions ink her pen.
Craving caresses from one so close to be
all along her truest love is poetry.
Heaven to each of us will be something different.
Artists will find paint brushes, easels, canvases, and glitter paint.
Musicians will discover instruments not invented yet on earth.
Scientists will land in a lab with like-minded white coats.
Romance writers will wake up to the fragrance of lilacs and roses.
Their pens will be quilled with the fluffiest feathers,
Their word processors will be voice activated
Illustrators will be creating the most sensuous book covers
Heaven will be filled with things children can touch.
They will gravitate toward each other, full of enthusiasm and mirth.
A carnival, zoo, museum, playground, and lots of cotton candy.
Bunches of relatives and friends ready to give them hugs and kisses.
TV loners will find themselves in a media room,
Each video screen showing whatever their mind hopes to see
They can spend hours in here, entertaining themselves
Food is not important, but they can choose popcorn if they like.
Each of us will have the things we need to entice us to want to stay.
If we want to take a peek at our loved ones, we can from time to time.
But after a bit we will be so delighted living our bliss and doing our work
We will stop all earthly visits, knowing we will see our loved ones soon enough.
Matching like-minded zones
Multiple kindred cones
Myriad tribal bones
Misplaced grammar atones
Marriage of stars and stones
Mosaic blended tones
Merry musical thrones
10/26/20
Whatever the color of your skin,
Whatever religious group you are in,
Whatever political party floats your boat,
What you think, or for whom you vote,
I can respect your right to be
If you give the same respect to me.
Do not label me what I may not be
From what I write, you cannot “know” me
I do not expect you to like everything I write,
If so, just click your mouse, do not start a fight.
I can respect your right to be
If you give the same respect to me.
I do not come to Poetry Soup
To find a particular like-minded group.
Not looking for somebody out to fight,
I come to share some poems I write.
I can respect your right to be
If you give the same respect to me.
I enjoy, too, reading the rhymes you post
I love to read the narrative stories most
Ideas, yes, I enjoy reading them, too,
But do not expect me to join your queue.
I can respect your right to be
If you give the same respect to me.
Whatever the color of your skin,
Whatever religious group you are in,
Whatever political party floats your boat,
What you think, or for whom you vote.
I can respect your right to be
If you give the same respect to me.
[Sometimes it takes repetition to get one’s point across.]
reposted December 8, 2021
Going my way
02/09/2018
I’ve always known better than others,
I smirk to myself in the corner.
Of a meeting of like minded souls,
But one which I think kinda smothers.
Follow these steps to be like us,
It’s the one and the only safe way.
If your not quite feeling it, well that’s ok,
Place your faith in us and just trust.
Keep coming back for hugs and not drugs,
And the cushion of safety in numbers.
It’s a really safe place we’ve cultivated here,
Even though most of us once were thugs.
As hard as I tried, I never got what they had,
And I really tried to fake it till I made it.
But there were too many deaths, too many relapses,
I couldn’t put my life in another mans hands.
If I wanted to live a life worth living,
I was the one who needed control.
One needs to want it more than anything else,
And you start with a large dose of forgiving.
Yeah I screwed up,
Yeah I was dumb.
Yeah I would sup,
I wanted to be numb.
Yeah I was in pain,
Yeah I was selfish.
With so much to gain,
It’s still hard to relinquish.
It starts with a plan,
and faith in yourself.
I’m not doing all this
for anyone else.
No more meetings
of miserable men.
My trust is where it belongs,
In me, just me and not them.
Note, photograph is of Salt Cathedral underground, in a closed
salt mine, in Bogota, Columbia.
The Judgement Makers
Be careful, watch all your poems and speech.
Remember what the Christ has said.
Christ warned us…”Do not judge!!!
Lest ye be judged equally and also!"
We think we are like Christ himself.?
We…yes , I said "we" have already decided?
Who is going to heaven and who is going
is going to hell, like minded.?
Tell God, He has nothing to do on Judgement Day!
For so very arrogant is humanity's proclivity to sanctity,
Proclaiming they know today who is going to hell
And who is coming God’s way?
I hope to see the expression on God’s mot holy
beateous face,
When He is told ….His job has been replaced. By the sinful, human race!
4/20/2024
They turned me away from Hell's Gate
Said I was too much of a reprobate
Said earth deserved me, and I deserved it
Besides, demons were on strike, wouldn't fire the pit.
So I went back to earth, a few memories erased
Looked for money to steal, lives to waste
Set up shop with like minded hoods
Took what wasn't ours, got away with the goods.
Then the strike was over, so a demon made a sell
He said we have a spot for you, down in hell
But I replied, "the government steals more
At least I'm aware I'm corrupt to the core."
"Twisted souls parrot the latest dreck
"On the turn of a dime, good men shot in the neck
"Take the other guys first, then we'll talk about me."
The demon thought, then had to agree.
So I may look old, but I still steal
Hurting the little guy retains its appeal.
My friends are hoods, and thugs, and punks
But hell can be selective for the other skunks.
The demons never came back for me
Hell was overflowing, over-capacity
So many applicants, such a waiting line
Before they get to me, it will be a long time.