she avoids crowds
too many feelings
chaos and dissention
She does better with positivity
Negativity takes her strength
Zaps her energy
Throws her into a terrified state
She does not frequent stadiums, carnivals or festivals
Waitresses stay and talk
Telling her their life stories
As her annoyed family shoots mean looks
Which the waitress usually does not notice
Strangers on the street love her attention
She tries to not make eye contact
Some follow her home
It is rare to find an empath and everyone wants one
Desiree Dissention disliked dishonest disorderly Denise
Discontented Destiny discounted Desiree’s dislike of Denise
Diabolical Denise displayed despotic disapproval of Desi
Desiree and Destiny’s discord disgusted Desi and Denise
SMOKE ON THE WATER
Frank Zappa and the Mothers Of Invention
Played at their Montreux Casino gig one night
But down in the audience, a flare gun was fired
Still nobody really knows how it was acquired
That eventually had set the whole building alight
The place soon emptied without much dissention
In a hotel nearby, Deep Purple were gazing out
Seeing both the flames and smoke on the water
Hence the source of inspiration for their song
That became their famous hit before too long
Roger Glover, the group’s bassist and reporter
Of the biggest fire he’d seen, he had no doubt
With smoke on the water, and fire in the sky
Those song lyrics could make a blind man cry
BUILDING TENSION
The day approaches, and it is not long now
Before my decision’s made, a prize to award
As judge I have delayed it, as time will allow
I have received threats that I have to record
Either one I choose they’ve got it in for me
I’ll be as safe as paid protection can afford
Both candidates have ‘connections’ you see
The loser’s gang will have harmful intention
Yet the winners won’t care when in ecstasy
What can I do about all this building tension
Declaring a tie will trigger greater dissention
Once a wokness held my thoughts, i know it now
By the name much taught..' I wore its form and
Mores; its style' unbeknown to so many i carresed
Its wiles..' a hard religious mould created. i was
Aloof and distant, yet most frustrated.' I wanted
Perfection i rehersed the steps..I conversed with the
Devil.?? On better or worse, I blamed the Lord i
Harboured hate, for I was better; and undeserving a
Fate..Of walking with the unclean horde; of so many
Witless, all in full discord.' I didn't; wouldn't look for
Hope, its very essence i regarded a hoax, i was i guess
A lukewarm man? despised of God, the great ( I Am )
Whose greatness cloaked in humble form persevered
To the finish on splintered boards who ate with sinners
And healed the lame gave sight and hope the eternal
Kind..Who walked beside me, no doubt for years.' To
Take away my angst and fear the sense of right' that i'd
Created False and godlike, and with such berated the
Very people, day and night who needed Love that the world
Can't know.' and instead of such much dissention sows.'
With some apprehension, he prepared to write;
with his muse’s dissention, there’d be no insight,
and thus, by extension, no joint, shared delight.
With her added dimension, he’d dared lofty heights.
In joyful ascension, they’d paired on long flights,
but now, in declension, grievance aired, all seemed trite.
It was his intention to square with his sprite -
Contention impaired him; he hated the fight.
Ego in suspension, to her laird, much contrite,
he sought his redemption, aware of his plight.
Their convention fared better than he thought it might;
his affections declared, they were once again tight.
Their shared penchant for flair soared into the bright light.
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something a little different - a monorhyme with two internal rhymes per line as well...
I WILL NOT COME BEFORE YOU CRYING
Acknowledging greeting you a “good morning”
For I am not in mourning
And there’s NO good in morning
In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily salutation
In such a decoration
Premotes sadness sorrows
Death of the next hours
Mornings meaning mourning’s
No sadness nor death here
Yu see we humanity, got it twisted
For our tongues and teeth are enlisted
For thought behooving unproven dissention
Ahhh!
In In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily salutation
In such a decoration
I will not come before you crying
acknowledging greeting you a "good morning"
For I am not in mourning
And there's NO good in morning
In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily Salutation
In such a decoration
You see we humanity, got it twisted
For our tongues and teeth are enlisted
For thought behooving unproven dissention
Ahhh!!
In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily Salutation
In such a decoration
We're scream, shout, cry aloud birthing babies celebrate shouts happy
When we die we cry
we got it twisted
We should cry when we are birth
We should laugh, sing, joyously shout happiness
When we die
In pleasantries
I'm just in awe behooves me
That a daily Salutation
In such a decoration
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The winds of wicked experience blew her from place to place.
Blew her up and down ditches and alleys, but never blew her apart.
She retained her goodness, although there was dissention and division.
Among her personalities, due to the abuse she had suffered.
We did not know her in younger days but heard some of the stories.
I am amazed that she held herself together as well as she did.
She was blown from place to place by several abusive sociopaths.
Thank goodness her goodness was not destroyed in the process.
Perchance, you come to me in dreams
So vividly I perceive you to be a reality,
Could I not possibly fall in love, it seems.
Or, possibly that we do live in a duality
Where lives coalesce and interweave,
So vividly I perceive you to be a reality.
I realize how difficult it is to conceive
That dreams are an alternative dimension,
Where lives coalesce and interweave.
Interweaving takes place without dissention
So focused are we on the here and now,
That dreams are an alternative dimension.
Perhaps my vision of you shows me how
Crossing the thin line, we often ignore
So focused are we on the here and now.
You came to me as you have done before
Perchance, you come to me in dreams?
Crossing the thin line, we often ignore
Could I not possibly fall in love, it seems.
Written June 27, 2022
No news is good news; the known saying goes
Whether stated in prose, or its meted in rhyme
That's the outlook it seems the eu's designed
Whether covid or conflict, they play the same way
There's no voice of dissention, allowed; it's all bad
Yet they're in control of its outflow, and in general
That's sad' Maybe RT was biased? to a certain extent'
Yet people did watch, and so adjudge; on its bents
I could always turn it off though; and often I did'
I didn't need a big brother, with volumes of kid'
So they believe the known saying then..)
(No news is good news) yet straighten their ties
Slap on greasepaint; and polish their shoes'
Then feed out, even more jollop
To you'se; thats no lies'
A Day In The Life
By Miracle Man
2/11/2021
As each year gets worse than the one before,
I’m ready to show this pandemic the door.
Without warning or invite it’s in your house,
not the way of living that I would espouse.
I see myself as a prisoner, and a virus the guard,
seems the only safe place is alone in the yard.
I arise early mornings and turn on the news,
and my head becomes filled with negative views.
Soon the phone starts ringing at a very early clock,
any unfamiliar numbers my blocker will block.
We venture outside for Dr.’s, Med’s, mail, and grub,
no visiting or hugging is like giving friends the snub.
The media peddles dissention and will for a song,
and repeats each day till something worse comes along.
But politicians are the ones I respect the least,
Is lying in their genes or just the nature of the beast.
A friend told me to “cheer up Tom, it could be worse,
I cheered up and sure enough, it’s gotten worse.”
But I’m blessed far beyond what I’m deserving of.
Malayan Tigers are listed as, critically endangered
and they used to be known, as Indochinese Tigers
They live is in the Malay Peninsula, of Thailand
in their habitat of forests, grasslands and wetlands
They have threats of poaching, for the illegal black markets
as China will not put ban, on the use of tiger parts
and deforestation for development, for the human ferrets
to construct roads, logging and agriculture, just breaks many hearts
Habitat destruction, has forced tigers into human territory
and there have been many Tiger killings, with human dissention
and tigers kill humans and livestock, because they are predatory
as their lives are desperate, to not end up with extinction
That is Admirable A.B. Owl to you the man said.
Buckets of medals must have gone straight to his head.
The rest of us rolled our eyes behind his arrogant back.
We were privates and sergeants, his experience we lack.
However, we know that the little guy is an owl too.
We are kind and respectful. Our commissions long overdue.
The witches are coming to inspect us in a minute for their force.
We are trying to look grown, but we are only eighteen of course.
On Halloween night I expect you to all to snap to attention,
Admirable A.B. Owl said, without a second of dissention.
We all knew the rules, but we kept our beaks shut.
We did not want to get relegated to the solitary hut.
The goblins may come with an owl – one or two.
They like to play tricks but here’s what we’ll do.
We’ll ignore their antics, and not act like we care.
Hey! They are coming right now, flying into our air.
We were gob smacked at how fast these entities flew in.
One of the witch grazed me hard on the ear and the chin.
I let out a wail that was loud as all sin.
That will be a thousand pushups the Admiral said without grin.
in affective dissention
to prepare for their
weaknesses and indecision
am I beyond mortal
my strengths separate
furniture in the rumor
allows those involve to sit
she recoils and strikes
and refuses to admit
understanding her words concerning
she in her vernacular tongue
speaks ill of others
to make us succumb
in her decset
which her vengeance heard
we listen and frown
from her every word
utter the symbols the chorus
those who speak same
gathered before
and made facts rearranged
implications of a passage
the mentions never to be undone
she despises him that he refused her
and soiled his name with filith
to make others not love him
she guilded frust
unbeknown the ancient text
of a stubborn vindictive lover
she smears his image
and takes on another lover
might nights be right
in this realistic love
then him a doubted valued person
under a workers sun
may his labors be seen as foolish tasks
the value of his labor
influlated grasped
of me might he menton
then might she take script
to undo his love
with who she see's fit
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