OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! *
In the beginning
We were the architects
Of God’s designed world;
Then came them—
The devastating forces
Of its Garden Of Eden
Decline:-
We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
Then they became
The slithering and coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-
We were chosen
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Then they—save Mark—
Tried to leave out
Our Simon Of Cyrene hue:-
As you read, my children,
Listen to these 83+ years
Old screaming words:
We must know that ourstory here,
Did not begin with their slavery!
They’re just lyingly implicated this,
In their fecal canvassing
Of their diuretic history:-
While we remain
The crucified oppressed,
And they, the crucifiers,
Realize our Ancestors
Ensured that we would be
Today’s resurrected ones;
Overcoming and ascending,
Memorial total liberation:-
Thus, it be between them
And us, in waning oppression
And waxing liberation;
We ascending the mountaintop,
Not as children of Sisyphus,
But, the ebony-hued of the Liberator:-
the outside floated inside
white seeds seemed fluff
floating & frolicsome
until their rooted relic
of bitter dandelion wine
wished we hurried
to busy our bones
do something thoughtful.
yes..we’d pluck a stem
or two and gift
but this gift in ever after
would list and wither
so quickly amidst
the coiffer of quarrels
pushing of the dander
of matters we stuffed
our pillows with at night
nightmare of nettled
never-never disappears
snow white impurities
implicated our insides
empty and forlorn
forgetting our vows
our impertinence
of the importance
of marital bliss
which doesn’t begin
with tricks and treats
but with travails
that lead to immemorial
memories and progeny
a long lasting kiss
carry your wife
over
the threshold barrier
don’t let complacency enter
let a garden of delights
bloom within
learn from occasional weeds
pluck…let sun in…water
tender your every day kiss
invite in joy and praise
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(I’ve been married 45 years)
As my soul heart has a door that is closed;
Noise speaks loudness of per encapsulates;
My vessel contrite I am breathing bruise;
Broke heart open door that I may embrace;
Tears drops down my chin, my cheek, my whole face;
Breaths distorts ultimately---placated;
My arms and hands grasp holds implicated;
Opening and shutting of my heart strings;
Serrated set heart strung constipated;
As my soul heart has a door that is closed;
2/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024
EXPLORATIONS
divergent
transition
extinguish
in
surroundings
with
echoes
defined
&distinctive
crytalising
the
symbolic
patterns
fused
alongside
the
geometrical
harmony
revealed
in
deeper
things&
draw close
PRESENT-MOMENTS
different
facets
particularly
stylistic
intense
& preoccupied
enclosed
focussed
in
a
sweeping
panorama
of
naturalistic
simplicity
of
common
consciousness
closely
linked
in enthusiastic
cultures
of
imagination
OBJECTIVES
in
realistic
representation
implicated
by
characteristic
emphasis
of the
naturalistic
& contemporary
motifs
in
uniform
focus
schematically
displayed
panoramically
&
monumental
in expression
of attitude
poised
& orientated
in
visionary
emotion
of a dream
Injust
Criminal
Court
When the so called
International Criminal Court
has only capacity to arrest few Asian,
African, South and Central American
criminal leaders who are not under the umbrella
of westerners, it could be called
" Injust Criminal Court."
If that name does not suit their judges
Then it will be good to hear about the arrestations
Of some western criminal leaders
Who were implicated in many international crimes.
If they fail to do so,
It will be good for each continent
to create their Continental Criminal Court
Which will be just.
August 9/2023
I had to turn the television off,
go into a quiet room
admit to myself
that I had played my part
in this collective consciousness,
this savage dream.
My wife comes home
I hear her making coffee
in the kitchen
but I am busy bombing and killing
and cannot be disturbed
by any other visions.
Few will understand these words
they will watch the news
not knowing we are all implicated.
We did this
we all dreamed this together.
Violent offenders released without bail
a senseless reform, it unfailingly fails
Victims walk alone in dark alleys at night
then rant on the news 'bout the lack of streetlights
Movies at theatres feature a killing a minute
Hollywood's culture of death implicated in it
Crude rap songs glorify every nasty habit imaginable
blare from sidewalks and streets uninhabitable
Guns so easy to score on the meanest of streets
adolescents own more than the cops on the beat
Single mothers on drugs, absent fathers in jail
young kids left untended, what do 'values' avail
Do murders seem senseless ~ They're so often not
They happen for good reason in the society we've got
Morning of ash, I always stayed with the invite of ash.
But, I don’t think they return scatter me.
“Why you can’t be the ash?” they asked
“Because I have been ash”
The woman that never speak out cut herself her tongue.
Again who tongue will snap?
Do you understand my language?, I will you.
But, now my sleeping was forward the forever death.
Yes, blue, and gray, then the sadness who anyone doesn’t need
Implicated my fat body. I’m the rock, 200 lb.I can’t enter your bottle.
No, blue, and gray, then at the end,
the success who everybody need wasted away grgradually.
Think, I drunk with the little fuel.
1. Your lip/ Ash
2. Your sister’s lip/Ash
That mean I’m not a gay.
Right, the ash of morning will fly into the sky.
I make burn someone with worse ash.
And, I will say about “Nothing..” with remarks.
Thwelt Di Nwe
We were at the story-changing funeral
Of the Genocide-implicated General:
A drunk and mourners were all served mineral!
In the paid tributes linked with the ethereal,
Though his life had stressed pleasures ephemeral:
An ever-pitied sufferer of the venereal,
As a dying corporal
Surviving on referral
“Then, this is his repentance in grave
Or restrictions of mourners like a slave!”
“Please, if there isn’t any safe alcohol,
Ready I am for harsh ethanol…
In this rubbishy funeral of an accursed general
To drink not many but several.
Hey, Cruel Memories
that I don't want to remember!
Do not beat all the pains and agonies
on my face
just like tens of hammers
pounding on one anvil
as if to shape a horseshoe,
It’s an absolute disgrace
cause you will then be implicated
in a scandal
disconsolate flow of cascading woe
resonates in my aura-
for I am despondent
implicated in melancholic fears;
visceral scars, my zenith-
apathetic spirit
mediocre ways of my days somber,
feeding the grimace pain wears-
undercurrent echoes
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(howmanysyllables.com)
Date - November 6, 2019
Chosen theme - Undercurrent of Melancholy
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Why are we - the great creation causing so much devastation,
The intimidated nature of an implicated nation,
See we’re evolving as a planet but together didn’t plan it so rather than unite it’s like we feel compelled to fight.
Our fixes are shortsighted for a world that’s been so blighted,
Is anyone concerned that we never seem to learn.
We call this a democracy which really means hypocrisy of a convoluted prophecy which is actually bureaucracy,
The masses keep on moving always scared of what their losing ,
Thinking that they’re choosing when In fact they’re just abusing.
Have we triggered our demise, can you hear the planet cry,
No point looking to the sky your better covering your eyes.
Should we not try to transition from our terminal condition,
What’s the point of this admission if we’ve lost sight of ambition.
About this new priest need to discus,
He sure has become an added plus
And after name,
Was his game;
Whole church started raising a fuss.
Looked like new priest had a loose tooth;
Had been giving sermons from a booth
Was bold;
Truth told;
We heard was about the book of Ruth
We will book a plane after reading
book of Ruth. We liked the way
that she would look but had
heard she is a lousy cook.
Could you be a buckaroo
who read the Book of Ruth.
Be one who her once knew.
Have to be careful when mentioning
knew a few and new dress she did
wear had a tare and was the one
which was blue.
About Ruth they had written a book;
Had heard her husband was a crook;
They indicated,
Was implicated;
Trump came out of it when we shook.
While we were working around the clock,
Trump again left us in a state of shock
Wound his watch,
And he did botch;
Would block and never let roster cock.
I read that you should
love others as
you love yourself
Things got confusing
and I began abusing
because I equated
love for touching
and inserted feelings
so I began
the physical application
of what I was doing
which ruined the implicated
love I was meant to be
pursuing.
Everytime I got busy
my inner man said
"Boy what are you doing
"'I' said, love her as you love you"
I was so confused
until I really listened to
my own No
I begin deconstructing
the way self had been raping me
after I had a little too much
to drink. I started loving
me without hands
and it opened a love without borders
with no ends
I could finally hold her
heart so I could truly love her
and to my surprise
when I opened my eyes
I didn't have a desire
to love myself the way
I was doing.
A new kind of love
is what we all should
be pursuing.
A sense of the universe
In all its diverse
Forms can give rise
To a profound apprehension of the lies
That abound
All around
As if we prefer not to see
How we
Are implicated at the very core
In a raw
Vital way in ecological catastrophe
By our desire for mastery
To be in charge of our fate
And we refuse to wait
To recognise deep within our heart
That we are part
Of the what we perceive to be the stuff of the real
And to recognise our need to heal
What is out of kilter with God’s rhythm
So when we find ourselves caught in a gigantic schism
We must not deny
The moat in our own eye
The block
That enables us to mock
The wonder of creation
As if life was all imagination
Amenable to sophisticated modifications
Subtle alterations
And not a gift given us by life’s creator
Humankind’s maker
For we are not the end of the story
And God is the source of true glory
Do we dare to pause and ponder?
The sheer wonder
That life is not something for us to sift
And re-arrange but is a gift
To treasure
Beyond all that we can ever measure
Jane Tatum©
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