“In the jungle of life, this pussycat can turn into a roaring lion!”
Quote Poet’s own
You act like judge and jury; holier than thou
Everybody can read between each line
Sanctimonious, discriminatory old cow
Trust, you don’t know the meaning – fine
Even now you swan around like lady muck
Remember, what goes around comes around
Don’t you realize you’ll finally come unstuck
And then eventually, head deep underground
Yes, I am certain karma will have its day
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05/04/23
On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or discriminatory:
For the wicked ideology to maneuver
Derailing even the chosen
Carried away by the folklore
Working against Holy Spirit – on the day.
The carnal mind
Powered by the serpent
Implements a Law free strategy;
Where people of their own interests
Succumb to the second and final death!
State terrorism still exists with Gestapo police invading our privacy.
The state of fear and spying defies the constitution.
What is the resolution?
Immunity for all?
Stand up with this revolution.
Find a solution to their illegitimate proceedings.
While they drink from their chalice with greed in power of religious abuse.
Grinning with malice.
Discriminatory misuse.
Condemnation, of this complication.
Leaves everyone with inflammation from your infiltration.
Wow! welcoming the dawn the series of events yet linger on I fight for the calls and fight for your calls because by the laws we are to be free and freed I protect the liberties and all this meant to me and in reality my freedom rings so I sing with My soul and Spirit I acknowledge you God for I fear that in all honesty and brevity you will never forget me I am a man the son of God.
Memorialize me remember me
He was a young man drafted, volunteered and sent off to a conflict in a war
Left his family behind worrying wondering went off overseas to other lands to protect our freedoms some lived some died
memorize me remember me
Captive freedoms spreading discontent fighting for our liberties hellbents being prayed for trying to stay alive while drenched and bullets that's you please discriminatory rage hostel climate freedoms smear I welcome hope I thank you for your pride your protecting of the yolk welcoming the dawn series of liberties events still linger on I have fallen I have fell for your freedom Liberty comes just keep believing so as a marriage it'll be death do us part memorialize me remember me
5/31/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Guns in Sweden
Sweden has problems with too many guns
shoots hole in the night.
Many refugees came to Sweden, who thought
when the refugees discovered a Nordic paradise
they would become Swedes overnight.
The inhabitance of this Eden has a discriminatory heart.
The glance of an eye tells the truth.
There was a clash of culture.
People of the same philosophy likes to live close to each other,
for them, Sweden has a cold heart.
No work no education, guns are easy to buy.
I don´t know the solution
Perhaps the Nordic people, are too regimented
and it will take time to change this attitude.
Yes I'm different than you
The tragically fashion notion ethnic
Hostilities
There are some races that negates and dislike other races
Hello apparent reason other than being different
Yes I'm different than you
Sense of disgrace nobly misplaced
Discriminatory hates
Sentiments lament animosities
Hostility
Yes I'm different than you
Individual souls coming undone
Noble ancients greatest prophets
Spiritually institutions Gothic
Hostilities
Yes I'm different than you
I am of a different hue
You see me in a different view
Instilled the dislikes generational
Hostility
This place discrimination
Displaced discrimination
3/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
I refuse to talk with bigots,
does that apply to you
And freely open up my mind,
to greet the world anew
Discriminatory and hateful barbs,
divide and tear apart
What poetry tries its best to mend,
inside an honest heart
Those few most vile hide behind
their fear inspired views
That bring about the worst in us,
to slander and accuse
As days grow short, my time is spent,
beneath a sun that shines
Speaking to the highest traits
—humanity divines
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Angel which was saying my boundary's about
Who did pour out this coffee?
In front of,it is a poem"Colonialism",whatever
Discriminatory Pharaoh,women's nails
Softy lips of music,I can feel that
Drop into the wave which asked the rock
All have been only moustache
I recites next dead body's mound
The eyes of a woman which I bussed ,
love's voice,suddendly entered wrong way
This light is document forever exited
Thwelt Di Nwe
death doesn’t discriminate between our saints and our sinners. it just takes and takes and takes. it takes what it wants, when it wants, and how it wants. it doesn’t care if we are ready for it to take or if we have said goodbye. it takes when we least expect it and revels in our pain. we can’t do anything about it but wait for the same thing to happen to us.
but it doesn’t make it hurt any damn less.
We live in a world of so many ethnic divides
The future is in trying to unite
Healing the damage trying to make things right,
The colour of your skin or your belief
Makes you in no way different from me,
It's nothing we see when we are kids
It's something our parents and peer group taught,
To fear anything you don't understand
But I for one think if we all join hands,
We can connect in every land
And work on a new manifesting plan,
Where as ordinary people we cast away the hate
Sing with one voice and cast discrimination away,
Build societies in better stronger displays,
Where all lives matter and we are all colour blind
It's not that any longer that defines,
Just the kindness and compassion
That flows through your heart,
Is it not about time we give love, peace and unity a chance
And rediscover the humanity in you,
People are all unique and individual
And that the honest truth,
So we are all different in our own little ways
But let's not make this be a cause for discriminatory hate.
I come to bury Gandhi,
Bury him deep,
Not to praise him.
It is fashionable nowadays—to decry him
As a racist, as a casteist.
Accuse him of discriminatory practices.
No one will challenge me.
Perhaps I may add that
He often fasted
Because he had constipation!
All that he did was to lie,
(Though he claimed to speak the truth)
Across the road,
Across the railway track,
Across any British move.
Attlee, unlike Churchill,
Was a liberal-minded man,
Eager to free India.
British economy was in shambles
In the wake of World War II.
Trade Unions were launching strikes
Across the subcontinent.
Jinnah demanded a separate state.
Indian Navy revolted.
All this is true.
But if the butterfly of a Gandhi
Had not fluttered his wings,
India would not have got her freedom
Without an armed struggle,
Which is also true—
More or less.
—Ram, R. V.
I could cuss you out using all kind of bloody profanity,
that will cut you so deep,
it will enlighten you about your anatomy,
but the God in me, makes me...keep...
my mouth closed...painfully.
The amitigated audacity,
of you to disgrace my intellectual ability,
just by looking at me and
assuming my urban apparel means,
I may very well be,
just as stupid as you are honestly.
I could dance circles around you
yet you are not worth the steps.
I could dress you like a scarecrow and
put you in the south of the Bronx or better yet,
write you a poem that will make you forget
how ignorant you are to
judge a book by its cover.
Instead of allowing my feet to leave the Earth,
or reminding you that I could be the cause of your rebirth,
I digress.
I smile at you knowing
that you may be doing your very best
to survive.
Despite your judgements of me,
or cackling all type of female discriminatory beliefs
at me,
I do not judge you.
I simply walk by.
You will get yours
before I lose mine.
It is not a knowledge based judgement when stereotyping is your research.
It is a judgement off of broad and unclear definitions (labels) made up by "people in power" to oppress diversity.
So before you make judgments off of discriminatory facts, remember; I believe half the truth is equivalent to the whole lie.
Therefore, if your basing what you perceive you know of me by broad and unclear labels, it is a complete and utter lie to say you know my kind. (Shyne930)
When you stuck your paw out from that shelter cage,
Did you have any idea whose sleeve you clawed?
Did you see a heart you needed to engage?
Was there a sense that I’d see you and applaud?
Was it your intent other pets to upstage?
How could you know I’d love a critter so flawed?
Six toes on one paw, seven on another
For some reason you knew I’d be your mother
I was not searching for a small, gray tabby
But love springs forth when we least expect it to
Born in a barn, scruffy looking, so shabby
My ferile heart you were able to subdue
It mattered not that I was tired and crabby
My feigned, rough exterior you could see through
I wanted a guard dog, surely you knew that
But I ended up with a thirteen-toed cat
One who came to know my lap as her pillow
And oddly had discriminatory taste
I’d have had more use for an armadillo
Possums on a half shell of earthworms make waste
But Katy won my heart with a tail that billowed
While eying tuna with a smirk of distaste
A fur ball she was, but I’ll not forget her
I’ve never known a more devoted lover
*Ottava Rima for Jared's contest on "New Love"
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