Choosing a genuine leader
Is a dauntingly difficult task
To constitutionally ask
Uninformed voters
To vote their conscience.
Such a practice defies science
And natural common sense.
That too many followers lack
And where criminals hack
The convoluted system
With a simple leaf
Of a fragile stem.
It is hard to catch the thief
The convicted felon, the liar or the backstabber
Who lies like a hot fryer.
It not easy to choose a leader
Who can only win the pot, but
Can lead, without being the butt
Of all hard-working comedians.
Do not shoot the native Indians
They have nothing to do with this turmoil
Which is ravaging the nature of this soil.
Do not kill the good aliens
For no reasons, for excuses
Nobody will believe the ruses.
A real leader is not a tyrant
Who can only talk rubbish or rant.
Choosing a great leader is not easy
The voters must not be delusional and crazy
Money can buy privilege and power
But it cannot buy greatness and candor.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, May 17, 2017
jungle is dauntingly scary
I hear a slight noise
shoulder brushing fern?
tiger leopard lynx puma?
my heart beats triple time
do I play dead? No. That’s for a bear
the shadow of my
heart beats quietly as the
silhouette of my
~
pains so dauntingly
flows the blood life soars sometimes
heart shadows do pumps
7/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
1/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
As the sun sets on a teeter-tauter week
Prospects may seem dauntingly bleak
Millions upon millions out of work
The ubiquitous virus wears a smirk
Consternation, frustration
both reign supreme
A deeply divided nation
dares not dream
Fear not, my friend
For in heaven the course is set
We know not what the tide brings
Fish trapped in a wider net
ROOFLESS
Incommensurable conditions
without shelter nor food,
winter storm clouds overhead
frigid chill deep within my bones,
a haphazard zipperless parka
down feathers withered ages ago,
trembling in the frost sans fire
hoping in the very least for
the kindness of a stranger
offering me a steaming
hot cup of coffee,
sole thing affordable is nostalgia
if even that, dauntingly recalling a time when - -
snowflakes were still charming
Beng Homeless Contest - Seeker
There is a rose out in my garden
that only blooms at night.
It's beauty is of the angels but
with no wings of flight.
It's scent is so haunting as down the
garden path it leads me dauntingly.
A story I know it wants to tell, for
it trembles each time I reach for it's
petals, in hopes to release it from it's
capturing spell.
A single tear I drop upon it's bloom
to erase away it's soulful gloom and
I visit it each and every night, in hopes
to release it from it's earthly plight.
My Conscience
Sometimes I’m lead astray,
Especially when your not here
I scream “Shower me with sugar”!
As your words fade and disappear
MMM Burger King, Dairy Queen
Then dauntingly you reappear
I listen, I know better;
But your stay is so short lived
Sometimes you’re loud
You yell “IM HERE, IM HERE”!
Driving by the liquor store
You fill me full of fear
I turn up the radio, Ignoring you~ leave me alone
Yet still you begrudge me a very cold and tasty beer
I listen, lord knows I really try
But sometimes it’s easier
Ignoring the words you teach me to live by
I hear you calling at me
Like a teacher in second grade
“PAY ATTENTION”!!!!
I listen, lord knows I really try
A Poem for the “ Who Am I” Contest
Even forgiveness has its price
Smithereens without the smit
One day to judge your life
One mistake to replace love with disdain
One time to get it right or be dauntingly haunted through out days n nights
Easier to fight becuz vengeance is sweet when done right
Humility bowing down
Humbly stomped through crowds
Looking n searching but the light is to much for sight
Even forgiveness has its price
Even forgiveness has its price
Recite 70x70 hail marys all day n nite
It still ain't right
Even forgiveness has its price
So wrong in rights sight
Even forgiveness has its price.....Peace
Beneath the cobalt veil nothing blows.
Lying vast but still, a cloth of silken black.
Only an amiable ripple articulates its presence.
Imposing contours loom purposely
Declaring their magnificence
And my insignificance.
Illuminations pin pricked into the veil above.
More than you could count
Even with a lifetime given.
A Prince of unquestionable pedigree.
Enticingly fragile.
Dauntingly resolute.
My affection for you
Wholly unmeasured
I’ve breathed of you
Precedingly
Before my eyes
Drank your quintessence
My love envisioned
Impossible…
Left unaccountable
Within depths you swim
Deepest waters of my being
Blindly warming coils
Senses falter near you
Horsed whispers silenced
Immeasurably electric
Static overloaded tremors
Caress kiss steadied
Thirsting thoughts open
Parched by your vision
Sensations slowly eyed
Ephemeral murmurs drifting
Sounding your approach
Embracing of revamped man
Momentary completion
Dauntingly sure strength
Returned small as before
As one we have subsisted
Eternal lovers burning
Intensely fired perpetual
A perfect circle
Consistency mirrors you
Without….
I am nothing.
Care to whisper? Care to cry?
This heart is incapacitate, hollow and dry
A thousand wishes, flew like feathers
Beyond this brood canvas sky
Be you mine and I shall sing
A lullaby of charm tingling
Beneath the old forgotten tree
Wistful dream of sugar-coated lies
Endowed with soft persuasive banter
How did you reach me with skillful silence?
Rob my face from underneath my feet
Kill me with tender illicit glimpse
Unknown by many, but heart to heart alone
Bending binds that entangles in faith
Breeding rage, feeding vengeance
The candle that is lit flickers in shiver
Fearing its abominable end, dauntingly premature
It will never come, this heart insists
Alas, no one can be sure if the virus persists
Heaving in parasitical overture, spreading with nonchalant defiance
Feasting upon vision of triumph, where one that burns,
Burns no more
What is left then, my dear?
Just you and me, in this abysmal silence
A cavernous gap nonetheless, preaching baseless
Beauty, radiating shades of elusive splendour
What is left for you, me…?