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walking through life as as a black person,
the world needs to understand
we rock with a rhyme, we bop with a beat
we jive like a jazz band
we improvise on the fly
we adapt to any situation
we can spit a rhyme in real time
and connect with a combination
we can create out of chaos
we can take trash and turn it into treasure.
we can see beauty in the midst of bedlam
and turn dissonance into sounds of pleasure
to journey through life as a black person
we march to the beat up our own drums
we always have a song in our hearts
we are musical phenomenons
we are the deepness of the base
we are the sexiness of the saxophone
we are the smoothness of the violin
we are the richness of the trombone
we have the versatility of the piano
we're the lead guitar that gives the melody
we are the trumpets in life that blow
with much power and intensity
we are the rhythm, we are the rhyme
we are the harmony
we are black people journeying through life
with a musical propensity
so keep shining, keep grinding
keep moving with all that jazz
because walking through life as the black person
just means we have much pizzazz
I wanted to leave the world behind,
But she said, "I want our story to be romanticized".
So I buried us alive, side by side.
Whence I did take my chisel to stone
Carved I a damsel in rock
She bore the finest curves
As men bespoke of in droves
Each part was etched to my delight
Till the earliest hours of light
Her eyes they seemed to speak
Of being demure and meek
An ornament adorned her neck
And sank into her bosom
Her cheeks didn't tell
The pain that befell
Her waist twisted as if in dance
Her head bowed forward
Arms akimbo
Legs bent in a bow
The tale within her
Lips so sealed
As if in protest
To an unknown test
Said the carver to himself
I shall carve in your likeness
Of all the grief you have borne
When you are gone.
"Oh' What should I call you
my darlings letters gather
O'together with all of you
sisters and brothers what
what is and what are that
So the shape of things to
O'Come words rhyming in
designing to make a poem
So in this chosen verse this
form first a poem of words
structure patterns waves
-strictest rule links rhythm
rhyme what is poetry form
I am a blank line of precise
meter that does not rhyme
O' poetic thought that I am
rhymed poetry I am but of a
A Free Verse sometimes full
So of Epicsa Narrative poem
Might be Haiku Pastoral poet
Master rhyme and schemes
So words come off the paper
The form of the letters word
O'so intermix affix rhyming nix
Oh! darling forms me a poem..
--Read on as I drop this Rhyme
Words inspiring spiraling down"
3/5/22
For Brian Strand Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
It ain't a day that passes I don't think about u
Never thought there would be days that I'd be without u
Always thought u would be here
But that's not the case and I see it clear
Due to circumstances that I can't change
Due to those circumstances my mind frame changed
And made me cold-hearted
I didn't feel this way before it all started
So it hurt me to my heart to hear that u departed
From this thing that we call life
Not knowing how much time I got left to get it right
So every rhyme I write with u in mind
Still thankin God I got to spend time
Even though I still shed tears
Got me wondering why I'm still here
But I guess we all have a purpose
So with that in mind I guess u served it
Now God took u to be by his side
Only God knows how many nights I cried
Memories flowin through my mind
So it's only right that I take time
To let the world know the pain I feel
This is one wound that will take alotta time to heal.......
You may not like my words
you say they don't rhyme
you say I'm wasting time
Some say I've crossed the line
But in this dew season in this new season
I am one of the multitude of reasons
You are not reading this rhyme
My name is James and I'm on a mission administer.
And I made it a personal decision to repent and be reborn referred rebirth .I'm right sometimes I seen But the mighty Almighty King. I am a minister of the Living God I am a minister of God I am a minister of a living God and all I need is just one soul. And all I need it's for you to read my verse Just one word to encourage, to envelop to give you hope .you'll cherish the belief in one Jesus one God Grace and mercy provide. Do this you shall be alive.
Forevermore eternity you'll glide. You're standing at Heaven rejoice with your beautiful voices rejoicing as you cherish and devote and you worship our one true Living God...
Selah
7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Give me a rhyme or reason
For me to stay with you
And it will be our summer season
Can’t you feel it too
So I wish for everyday to be dear
Go ahead and make my wish be true
And be so bright that it becomes quite clear
That it reaches down to my soul too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Camille, a girl of twelve
Red air and lost duel
With a virus that chokes
Your chest with wheezing tones
You glow of your mountain shack
Your mother replenishing with petals a sac
Melting perfumes of roses and lavender
To welcome you from school a traveler
At noon, the alabaster sun intriguing
The branches far-reaching
Covering the silent brooks
Bending with sinuous hooks
At dawn, Camille listening on the doorstep
Grandpa reciting a rhyme at its onset
Of the brave princess and her purple fairy
Of the owl hoot from the pinnacle of the priory
Now, the evening in a hospital bed
The bleep of a resuscitator on the corridor spread
That breathing that slowly leaves life
With a cycle that ends with no rise
I take no glory
In the words that I crave
I've taken Glory not in these words that concave
Place on paper written and rhyme
Enveloped in emotions and Passions and time
A certain point in time
Hard words are mine
I choose the choice for which one to entwine
Calculation expressions
Letters word sentences
Fate praises I quote these words
That are right those
That I wrote as co-authored with God
He's the ALL provider of all
We crave these words these words of choice
Authors, Poets, Writers listen to the still small voice of the Father
10/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Our own history disadvantages our weak soul
We were conquered by our weak thoughts
We defy power thinking we were deceived
Guilty or not we acted more than we should
Angry! Upset! Terrorised! Empowered! Entitled!
How can we defeat our strength? how can we devour our overflown emotions?
How can we prove we’re right when it does not matter at all?
All mixed up circling in circus
Our actions does not rhyme in rhythm
When our words does not worth anything!
Misunderstood! Isolated! Punished!
Hush child,
give Mama a bosom suckled smile
Let me bathe you
sweetly in nursery rhyme tears
Hope to heaven
that it soothe your infant fears
Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby
Snow White blue eyes
be spreading full moon wolf fright
Wearing a siren badge,
crimson bright Red flashing light,
she’s low Riding thru the Hood
Nana say that Po’-po’ girl
is just plain undercover no good
She packs a lean, mean Beretta
in her black widow hip-holster purse
Gat a 9-mil poisonous will ...
it always collects
the death-dealer inheritance bill
Little one,
I’m afraid to say,
she’s riding around tonight still
Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby
Try not to hear
the nightly,
ghetto coroner cries —
The pavement pillow woes
of Black rose smothered sighs
Little baby,
it pains me to say:
Soon,
you gon have to open your eyes
Was there ever a person like me
In time, before me?
Did he roam the earth quietly?
Or did he walk the earth violently?
It is funny I never considered
Anything like reincarnation
I leave it all up to the imagination
Life after death?
I will get to the answer
Once I catch my last breath
So many questions
Who can answer?
So, little time
Eternity is a friend of mine
No matter where I was
I always had time
Don’t worry about me
I have always been fine
Even if the good life wasn’t mine
Always wondering how
To make my next dime
My only scope now is to rhyme
Dim the day, dim the light!
I need no glimpse or glance.
Mute the beat, still the feet
I care not to sing or dance
Bland the sweet, stinch the flower
No desire to taste nor smell
Halt the minute, stop the hour
If only time will tell
Pour the tea, sip the leaf
steeped in anger, stirred in rage
Close the book, I'll read no more!
Done with turning page to page
Love is over, as I with you
Save your riddle and your rhyme
No yearning here for troubled thoughts
So long to wasted time.
There’s a time in all men’s lives
A time when the soul
Can do no more
…Than cry…
When scars are graven
In script broadly writ
On the heart and deep…
within the eye
When the sky is barren
Of Sunlight and Angels
The days become
Grey and dust dry
The very spirit is smothered
By blanket of despair
Exposed and uncovered
Like an ill hidden lie
Yet…In the season’s of time
There returns reason and rhyme
The darkness retreats
…Church bells chime…
The once hard heart softens
The spirit revives
Both sunlight and Angels
Shine down on our lives
And the soul?…It returns
From that black hole
Where it hides
A bit tattered and torn
More weathered and worn
…Yet It survives…
It survives…It survives!
After three years in desert heat
To Jerusalem I went
To wash the exalted feet
Of whom to Jews were sent
I met there with Cephas and with James
I presented myself to them
Even if we had different names
from the same branch we did stem
I then went hence for fourteen years
To gentiles far and wide
To preach with much pain and tears
The Gospel that divides
And then after all that time
Back to Jerusalem I went
To see if our messages did rhyme
Or if I had to repent
But what we found was of great worth
We found the message true
We found the message to be of birth
From same Man through and through
Yet today we all believe
That new words are to be said
And in own wisdom we perceive
That we are freshly led
But in all the time the Fathers walked
A single song to sing
And with their words the world was changed
As their words the Truth did bring
So the simple question is:
The new songs that are sung
Are they new and fresh and His
Or are they merely dung?