Best Prosecute Poems
I come from the twilight
Of dusk to dawn
Yet I can't stand
All around me downtown
All in up and around
Signs saying of "Whites Only"
Mustn't go into that café or restaurant
Funny, thing tho!
My soft money green, my hard money silver just like yours
With all this and all that
I am so glad so glad that
God ain't no respect of persons.. . .
GOD NO COLORED GOD
My blood bleeds red, we all have bone marrow tissue
Blood flowing through our veins
If I were hungry and stolen some bread would you prosecute me
Yeah I stole because I was hungry
You won't give me a job yet if I had yours I be making $1.64 cents an hour
No need to feel sorry for me
I didn't make myself I am brown, blue, black, charcoal gray
You still react no more signs labeled "Whites Only"
Now they're posted permanently in your minds
Different land masses hills, valleys, blue grasses
GOD NO COLORED GOD
The white supremacist, KKK, skinheads only the bad Muslims not the good
Anyone who believes in race/color separations
We're all brothers (God Is no color GOD)
We're all brothers not about the skin its about the soul;
We're all brothers not about what's outside but what's within
We're all brothers
God a No Color God
He's spiritual not natural
We're all brothers all colors NO colored God
God is a no Color God
God not a colored God He breathe His spirit into modern clay now we're in
dependent voices with free wills
Choices all knees will bow "White only-Colored Here"
The good the bad ravished happy sad black brown blue purple orange hues Red white you choose cause
GOD NO COLORED GOD
06/21/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2014
I’m cursed since I have a specialty that I can see,
X-ray vision is my power.
People often say one thing while doing another,
Preaching from their ivory tower.
“Man up!” we obeyed every command of our big English teacher,
The biggest introvert.
And he’d wear a bright red bra, invisible to all but me,
Under his blue striped business shirt.
“Live exactly by the bible in our great country”
Our priest would drill into us every Sunday.
And I could see his beautiful knickers he wore under his pants,
We all knew he was secretly gay.
And the local news anchor man loved to wear
His red garter belt beneath his black suit top.
I think it was the same brand my barber wore
When I got my hair cut at the local barber shop.
We all trust our local paramedic, saving our lives
When we are most in need of his care.
I can see he loves us dearly, loves to feel comfortable too,
With the silk stockings he chooses to wear.
And when we prosecute the deviates, whores, and filth
We entrust our judges in our courts.
Our local judge loves to prosecute wearing, beneath his gown,
Hot pink singlets and hot pink shorts.
And during his speeches, to our elected few,
About gays not marrying during his political reign.
He wears his G-string made of metal sequence,
The leader of our country looks sexy in chain.
I’m cursed since I have a special power I dare not tell anyone,
I have the power of x-ray vision.
It’s easy to see which men who say “don’t”, secretly “do”,
And which men need circumcision.
Two Words
Dream
Scheme
Beam
Team
Shout
Pout
Duel
Shot
Life
Death
Brain
Drain
Stupid
Cupid
Dumb
Numb
Rum
Thumb
Prosecute
Electrocute
Einstein
Infinity
Immigrant
Us
Atom
Bomb
Strength
Weakness
Love
Hurt
Fate
Destiny
God
Cosmos
Lucifer
Lost
Passion
Torpid
Feelings
Flatline
Politician
Huckster
Glorious
Despicable
Moon
Mars
Space
Race
Beguile
Style
Truth
Lie
Cake
Pie
Bicycle
Tricycle
Car
Jar
Balloon
Burst
First
Last
Lust
Like
Fist
Fight
Right
Write
Left
Deft
Genius
Idiot
Manners
Rude
Give
Take
Rate
Deflate
Washington
Jefferson
Hamilton
Burr
Trump
Nixon
Hitler
Wotan
Karloff
Lugosi
Frankenstein
Dracula
Foot
Fall
Think
Blink
Popcorn
Unicorn
Coffin
Fly
Fish
Fry
Good
Bad
Think
Drink
Smile
Scowl
Teeth
Towel
Grimace
Ace
Lash
Bash
Date
Hate
Hurry
Wait
Freeze
Animate
Brave
Wave
Holocaust
Heydrich
Fool
Drool
Slob
Blob
Dead
Undead
Alive
Thrive
Evolution
Revolution
Vampire
Umpire
Wire
Dire
Flour
Flower
Alien
Robot
Klaatu
Gort
Tower
Power
Rush
Hour
Talk
Walk
Hysterical
Empirical
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 8, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
Don't let them see us
tremble! – it is what
they want. Don't let
them drink our tears of
sorrow...it will prompt
them to create more
heartbreak tomorrow. let
them hear, loud and clear,
of our definitive resolve –
we will not be divided
and scattered – these
Marxist, racist scum,
will also pay, here on earth,
long before they reach the
fires of hell....
(Lunatics With Power)
Soros, and his sponsoring
of Marxist, soulless DA's and Judges –
The squad, Pelosi's Luciferic Compatibles –
Time to Exorcise such swine, from their
sties of luxury, and into the pens of
our America Justice system, the very
same pens, they have manically emptied,
spilling criminal content back onto
the streets of our society, to
victimize our Nation's innocence –
Vote them out!
And then, Prosecute!
Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the poet.
Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful.
While we prosecute the war
a pileated woodpecker and red squirrel
compete for sunflower seeds.
A winter slow
to assert itself.
I can still see my mother's father and his bowl
of filberts, almonds, walnuts
quiet weekday mornings.
Both grandfathers read sports
pages religiously. I don't know
if my grandmother who gave me the
anthology of, to date, dated
unreadable poems read poetry.
I remember my mother's mother spoke
rarely as an animal.
Writing but not knowing where I'm going
unlike Joan Didion justly
cannibalizing candidates
who didn't read the Constitution, Bill of Rights or
Federalist Papers. It's late,
I have not vacuumed or shopped for food.
Instead I reread
Phil Levine's Salami.
Tired, so tired, these games, you play,
My heart, ripples to the sound, in flute,
With exhaust ion, till the fingers bleed,
I hyperventilate, trying to catch breath,
But I'm so tired, so dog gone, tired, of,
These inflating promises, that you speak,
In return, it's not how, or why, you prosecute,
Your betray able lies, I don't want to hear them,
I won't listen, just got tired, so I got ear plugs......
Their years have slowly slipped away,
Our nation’s heroes with heads of grey
Once strong bodies, now weathered and weak,
‘tis’ the solitude of grave’s-rest, they seek.
Willingly went to face war’s deadly strife
Preserving liberty, their Country’s way of life
Prosecute not , “Their” war’s grievous toll
Grant mercy upon these warrior souls.
Sought they neither honor nor glory
A goodly deed, for them a worthy story
Their splendor gone, they’ve faced their misery
A momentary trembling for threads of Liberty
Honored soldiers who gave their best
One by one, they’re being laid to rest
With ribbons and medal pinned on their chest.
Where upon the battlefield valor well expressed.
Upon their graves a nation owes
The noblest wreath we can bestow
Now they shall rest from life’s demands
In paradise in God most loving hands
I would like to announce my candidacy,
and I would appreciate it if you would all vote for me.
I want to be Your President. Vote For ME.
If I were your president, do you know what I would do?
Protect each and every single one of you.
Vote For Me. Vote For Me.
I would not only share with all of you,
the very scary, very real truth,
about how a New World Order wants to enslave all of you.
I will not only protect all of you day and night,
I will go after those global bankers with all of my might,
For All Of You I Will Relentlessly Fight. Vote For Me.
All who have served under them, committing their crimes
against humanity and treason I will all hunt down in time.
I will hunt them all down and prosecute every single one of them.
Vote For Me. Make Me Your President.
I Promise All Of You I Will Bring Back Our Once Very Great Land.
or die trying should my life end by the hand of an assassin.
Vote For Me. Vote For Me.
I Want To Serve All Of You As Your President. Vote For Me.
If you aren't familiar with the original song for this parody,
the YouTube Web Address Below Will Bring You To It Directly.
Joe Walsh- Vote For Me
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Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
For naught bids as highly priced
As God's promise kept in Christ.
Timothy I Brumley
Whatever happened to all those cab drivers
in Madison, Wisconsin with PhD's back in the 1970's?
How are all the college kids doing who cut off a finger or toe
in order to avoid get drafted for the War in Vietnam?
How many domestic terrorists with blood on their hands
are leading respectable lives with forged identities?
Bernadine Dohrn, 'College Professor' - ex-Leader of
the 'Weather Underground'... Do you sleep at night?
Whatever became of all those long-hairs in the pictures
at Woodstock Music Festival in New York in 1969?
How about all those backpackers searching for Truth, who dived
deep into cults like Hari Krishna and the Moonies?
Wuddya say, Ginni Thomas?
Where have all the flowers gone? ... They've gone the way of
ANTIFA, of BLM, of Seattle, WA, of Portland, OR, of all the
'Sanctuary Cities' and George-Soros backed Prosecuting Attorneys
who refuse to prosecute, of CRT, of the 1619 Project, of endless
COVID lockdowns, of 'The Squad' and of 'wokeness'
But if you ask me, if America could survive the Cuban Missile Crisis,
Castro, Mao, Watergate, Sadam Hussein, Monica Lewinsky, Bin-Laden,
9/11, the Dotcom Bust, the ENRON and Arthur Anderson scandals,
the Great Recession, the Real Estate bubble, and Donald Trump and
Hilary Clinton, then I guess we can survive about anything
Looking mighty cute
Dressed in a suit
He was on route
To pick up a loot
Ever so resolute
Arrived at the institute
He thought he heard them call him a cloot
Or maybe it was a galoot
He really wasn’t absolute
These days his hearing is acute
They said he had to wait over by the chute
They had something to compute
Just a problem to troubleshoot
So they had themselves a moot
He thought they meant we don’t give a hoot
Meanwhile after adjusting his boot
He sat and ate both halves of a grapefruit
Then while waiting he played his flute
With his good eye watching things convolute
He too has his moments to be astute
They looked intensely involute
The teller in her jumpsuit was a beaut
The manager a snoot and a brute
He could tell by their salute
They were in cahoot’
Hold’it! Hit the pause or press the mute
His patience growing ever so minute
He could tell there’d been a fraudulent substitute
Persecute Prosecute There’s going to be a lawsuit
Someone’s been tempted by the forbidden fruit
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A Void in my Reflection. When i look at myself i see a Woman i cant except. My skin is like melted milk chocolate poured over Soft flesh and Bones. That fell out of the hands of God as he tryed to put me on a Gold platter for for people to see. Praising the beauty of his sculpted Creation he made my eyes the shape of Almonds with the glow of his light inside. My moles are Signatures Of his love on my face. My Back is the long map of my existence. I cant stand the sight of stares in my face as i walk past of people. Because i never Realized my Worth. I cryed plenty of tears Because i thought Gods Art of me Was Ugly. Always feeling like i was the void of my Reflection Because the Correct image of me was in my past life. Feeling like that left me drained and unhappy. Depressed and i abused who i was For the sake of other peoples thoughts. I aint who i want to be but im not who i was. Comparing the Woman i am to many other Woman. Asking God why me? He Said i made you with all the love i had in me. I Formed you in the pits of my heart. I created you to with stand the hate of those who prosecute you for they Did me. And i live Strong inside of you. And that is why they hate the Reflection of you Because they hated the sight of me. Draw a Void in the negative Thoughts the world has put upon you as i stand at the other side of your reflection with you. And you will see The Beauty i have casted onto you. I have never forsaken you. I just made you Trust in the light that i gave you strength to be stronger.
Particles
Ask meaning of bearing limitless
Depository sand particles in desert,
Destiny is to bear enjoying parching
Following ghastly cooling nocturnal.
Coinciding with hurricanes and ebbs
Gathering fun and flowing in unknown place
Immeasurable delight advances always
Bores, if rains sometimes thwarting project.
Soaring high up in the firm advancing tourism
Dwellings of far and wide human’s vision
To my reply elder spoke, heave of stone brick
Glittering is that water reservoir, men call do to it ocean.
Wetting through water is disgusting
No remedy to walk hither and thither flying
We are happy in our realm
One unity, one culture fine.
Streak of jungles are human’s habitat
Luckily they don’t like us charging hot sand
Don’t come towards us and be active
Traders, hawkers some ill traffickers.
Do come treading on our heart
Being their activity criminal and fought
We don’t prosecute for trivial matters
Otherwise could silent them in our particles.
One day I wanted to get my girlfriend a gift.
It was terrible because I decided to shoplift.
I tried to steal something that I should've bought.
Like many other shoplifters, I was caught.
I offered to pay for the perfume that I tried to steal.
But they decided to prosecute me and I felt ill.
It was scary when they locked me in a cell.
After I was released, things didn't go well.
It was stupid to think that I'd get off scotfree.
When I saw my girlfriend, she dumped me.
When I think about what happened, I get a chill.
Please listen to me when I tell you not to steal.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT SADLY MANY PEOPLE DO SHOPLIFT.)
One man comes with long hair
And ask them to believe
But they plot to prosecute him
Cause he see a den of thieves
One man comes from god
They nail him to the cross
Now for the sins of some men
We are all wondering lost
But that man will come again
A promise he made to humanity
And his words are very clear
Behold I will come quickly
One man hears a voice
From the angel Gabriel
And to the world
A noble Quran was revealed
teaching of peace and tolerance
But wicked men lives with out shame
Committing acts of terror and violence
And every one gets the blame
This man writes this poem
To bring these facts to the blind
Hoping they will see it clear
And treat each other kind
Some men use their powers
To take away women’s right
Some use the name of religion
To created new wars to fight
Some men give guns to children
To go and kill other men
When they should be in school
Carrying a book and pen
Some men die in foreign lands
In war their hearts regrets
While in the own home country
They’re too young to buy cigarettes
Message to all these men
Who hide behind god’s name
You will enter the gates of hell
And forever burn in the flame
Better days are coming
So let’s join hands as we wait
And say a prayer together
And respect each other’s faith