Ever painful?
Oh, yet, but I can breathe
so distasteful.
Oh yet, but I can see
blinded by my fatalities.
All oarts of mortal vessel life
Covered by the one that gives me breathe.
Hush, ever quiet
I am covered and graced
Garnished in Faith
A prodigal son reimagined
I am everpresent soul blessed
Grace
8/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Veracious vanity about victories over
veils shows vain values corrupted by
vicious volatile villains in hopes for
votive to vindicate,
Grossly gluttons gain grains over
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities,
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily
drawing delusional dimwits to drown
devishly in damnation,
Multimedia manipulates millions
maliciously magnifying multitudes of
mass misguided many,
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered
logistics layering subliminal taxations
lowering lifestyles lived by the
Land of the Limited.
Night after night, images flicker on the tube
Horrific images of ‘the enemy’ dying
Dying ‘Agent-Orange’ deaths
~ Seems America can do no right…
Night after night, images darken the screen
Palestinian women and children
Starving, dying in droves obscene
~ Seems Israel can do no right…
Night after night, viewing the horror of war
Provide no context for what came before
No videos of Communist Vietnam’s brutality
No memory of Israelis burned and butchered, October 7 fatalities…
Watching a steady stream of ‘enemy’ deaths
Viewers become exhausted, out of breath
Gradually they identify with the foe
Cheering on Ho, (Ho, Ho Chi Minh)
Jeering at Bibi and (Genocide) Joe
‘Truth’ is only on the screen, or so it seems
~ History projects a wider beam
The 10th July 2009
7 soldiers died on the front line
Panthers Claw the op was called
Sangin district is where we toured
2nd battalion the rifles had a few bad days
With many a soldier still in that haze
Sangin DC or Fob Rob to others
Left a lot of grieving mothers
The worst fatalities in all the years
Fighting insurgents bringing with it tears
You can't help but to think why
Another of service men and women should die
Others left with life changing injuries
From gunshot wounds to triple amputees
Swift and bold the motto was
But leaving the gates everyone was anxious
Even today 14 years on.
Soldiers struggling feeling they don't belong
Mentally and physically exhausting it is
The mind playing games taking the piss
Rifleman Simpson and Rfn jo Murphy
Cpl Jon horne and Cpl Scot Lee
James backhouse and Sgt Paul mcaleese
William Aldridge lives taken with ease
I know war is war
And casualties happen
But why should this be
Those who survive get PTSD
Torrential rain, blinding wind howling,
Dark heavy clouds ominously scowling,
Brilliant radiant light of electric flashes,
Following the lightning, defiant crashes,
Loudest blasts make brave men cower,
Thunder so deafening it exudes power,
I was born of a powerful thunderstorm.
Still attached to its base, I will spawn.
Nature’s most violent, I am called TORNADO,
300 miles per hour, my winds will blow.
A rotating column of air touching the ground,
Violently spinning with a horrendous sound.
I will cause fatalities at a devastating rate,
Buildings, and whole towns, I will annihilate,
People panic seeing my deadly approach,
Over fields and farms and cities I encroach.
Lifting up animals, houses and cars in my wake,
My tempest is unending, with fury, victims I take,
Finally cold down drafts signal my final gust.
I slowly cease rotating and turn to dust.
An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.
She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.
She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
She lost her only child and she's also paralyzed.
She's paralyzed from the neck down and she will never walk again.
He drove while intoxicated and two people paid for his horrible sin.
That drunk driver learned that drinking and driving is a stupid thing to do.
When he hit that woman's car, there wasn't just one victim, there were two.
When that man became intoxicated, he drove and without even thinking twice.
A stupid decision was made and because of ignorance, she's paying the price.
The drunk driver feels remorse for his mistake and as he sits in a jail cell, he sheds tears.
This story is nothing new, there are many thousands of drunk driving fatalities every year.
(This poem is fictional but it has been and will continue to be reality for many people)
CHALLENGE
men challenge
the natural laws,
because they imagine that
always get warnings...
POETRY AND FAME
Poets exist that
are satisfied
being famous...
Not being poets...
ARROGANCE
The experience can
offer arrogance
in the face of fatalities
and dangers...
UNCONSCIOUSNESS
some poets,
they are only poets
for themselves... !
Today is the first anniversary of the death of my friend.
Sadly, on April the 8th of 2021, his life came to an end.
He would give me rides to the grocery store.
I'm sorry to say that he is not alive anymore.
His wife died several years before he did and it was a shame.
He became my neighbor in 1996 and Joe Webb was his name.
When Joe would drink alcoholic beverages, he wouldn't drink and drive.
If everybody was like him, the drunk driving fatalities that occur would end and those victims would remain alive.
Joe and his wife were reunited when he went to Heaven.
Today is the first anniversary of the death of my friend.
[Dedicated to Joe Webb (1946-2021) who died on April 8, 2021]
This is not what we were taught in school
Fights, mayhems, police arrests and brutalities
In the soiled streets. Compatriots, it's never cool
To see so much blood and so many fatalities.
Competing banners are everywhere. A ticker-
Tape parade has gone wrong. Terror and horror
Got together for the wrong reasons, at the wrong
Place. There are too many obscenities in the song.
I am so stunned that I don't want to say too much
The images are absolutely nefarious and repugnant
This is unbelievable. America does not deserve such
A ferocious slap in the face. This is lewd and aberrant.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
There is no shake, downpour, or spring of gushing lava blast.
In the forest happened a noisy emission.
The air was punctured by a tremendous blaze.
Appalling occasions are started by fear and disarray.
Harm happens in a horrible circumstance.
The air was somewhat lifeless, without vexation.
All the untamed life in the area is in coercion.
Shouted, hollered, ran, and imploded In disturbance.
The number of fatalities in the wave condition.
Written: September 30, 2021
Step up and get your Covid jab. Hey, hey!
The devil’s advocate I play today.
The vax is still on trial? Don’t let that sway
your mind against it. Covid we must slay!
A waiver you must sign. Don’t let that weigh
upon your mind. Come on! You’ll be okay.
So what if you feel sick for a full day?
It’s for the common good, Comrade José !
Fatalities are rare. That should allay
your fears despite the areas all grey!
World leaders know what’s best. They won’t betray
your trust in them. Their words you must obey.
And vax your pre-teen too. It’s child play
despite his being safe from Covid anyway!
You’ll get a nice certificate you can display,
and safe from the Pandemic you will stay.
Don’t listen to “flat earthers.” They’re cray cray.
For sure, don’t listen to your gut. That’s so cliché!
Big Pharma never would on people prey
Hear what Fauci’s science has to say!
The vaccine’s GOOD for you, so don’t delay.
Meet Biden’s deadline. Get free donuts. Hurrah!
June 28, 2021
for the Let Er Rip #3 Poetry Contest of John Lawless
A an and an a
both besotted beguiled
care careened carelessly
devilish d doted dangerously
envy exploded evil evolved
for fate faked future fates featuring fatalities
gradually giggles gone
Happiness halted hope honestly harmed
I ill imagine images imaginary
just judge jest jump justify
Kick knee kill keep
labouring lets laugh less lastly
CHALLENGING
Men challenge
the natural laws,
because they presume that
will always receive warnings ...
POETRY AND FAME
Poets exist that
are satisfied
being famous ...
Not being poets ...
ARROGANCE
Experience can
convey arrogance
in the face of fatalities
and dangers ...
UNCONSCIOUSNESS
Some poets,
they are only poets
for themselves ...!
A Poem in Pidgin English
Me, ma na SARS
I sabi drop bars
My gun ready to blast
Any youth wey dey drive cars
If tattoos na your singlet
We go treat you like piglet
If you no gree cooperate
Omo, you go catch bullet.
Me ma na politician
If you check, I be magician
I dey "pight" my brand of "kwarapshen"
Play ball, I go give you admission.
My certificate na banza
My account balance na fire
If I like I go make yanga
Even next time I go still dey power.
Me ma na Naija
Our mumu don end here
Una plans go backfire
Na my generation go matter
Una vision dey our museum
And we ready to change our condition
Even if una kill small portion
We go still carry out our mission.
Lekki na the catalyst
We go use am minimize fatalities
We don learn all una tactics
And we have all the relevant statistics
Baba God na our confidence
Next election una go see our relevance
We dey ready- no more reluctance
2023 una go see proper sense.
Another gunman opened fire and went wild.
Among his four deceased victims was a child.
It all happened in Orange, California, near Los Angeles.
Many people are outraged because of this.
Why have there been numerous shootings like these?
I'm afraid in the near future, there will be more fatalities.
From a news story found on aol.com
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