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EPIC
Born in the Bronx wanted to serve his country as a teen. He was a misfit though skinny and lean impoverished body.
So lean.
EPIC
Had a great patriotic attitude and humanitarian in his heart willing to do his part.
And though his clothes hanging off him yet he worn them in pride his need to heal of his Nation, the whole creation from east to west from the Bronx to Los Angeles if America's enemies. If was times of War..
Epic
He wanted to serve his country to help protect the nation from the Nazi's. So he enlisted but he was rejected because of the statue. He had none he lack thereof the strength of physique, man he whom wanted to save his land. His country he lives Anerica a spirit minded man who wanted to join the military Armed Forces.
So still...
Epic
Yet classified 4-f due to his lack of physical physique and what this World War II being dedicated delicate he joined a science secret US Army project which was to inject him with a secret serum a super soldier serum making him a super soldier standing he stood for America America's freedoms and Liberties against tyrants and tyrants
Epic
Dedicated to cherish the ideas of democracy empowering Humanity now it's super human strength driven to be alone combatant in the world a super soldier. A man ongoing and battling for Liberty Justice and the American dream Freedom lives on Epic. 1940 Soldier throughout the war he fought for humanities freedom. In an explosion in the English Channel presumed dead decades later figured was found trapped in ice Captain America was revived Having slept through more and half of the 20th century. Alas to be awaken to a world I never imagined is war had moved from the battlefields through the city streets in America. Instilled so.
Epic
Our hero if liberties
Thankful for what he done and does
Sentinel of liberty~CAPTAIN AMERICA
EPIC
5/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Angelic facial features with huge sparkling eyes
A perfect youthful dewy complexion
Very long silky looking thick hair
Red pouty lips moist with bright cherry gloss
Long red nails with big sparkling rings
A 22-inch waist, with perfect measurements
Legs that go on and on, forever, with
Perfect feet and toes in spiked heels
A very busty hour glass figure....
This air brushed enhanced fantasy woman can be found in most fashion magazines.
5/18/19
This was poem is written to bring attention to teenagers and the perfect body images they are trying to compete with. This has caused self-esteem issues and eating disorders as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. It would be so nice if our society depicted normal healthy realistic women in fashion magazines!
I’m just having a good laugh while I still can dude before life takes its heavy grip
Until the community of clowns in disguise tie my tongue to their altar of reason
You think of a genius in the making but I just blew bubbles from my backside
Need some counter balance as not to think I’m off parity before the next photo
For the record I’m a bit sick of all those Rolling Stones songs on your play list
I can get satisfaction and you will be dancing to my tune as long as I tell you
Not yet silenced I am and you can’t always get what you want but will receive
What you need and moss could grow fat on that stone if you tried hard enough
I am your American dream or just pie in the sky for pi is a resolute number
And while I look like a young Einstein I favour the arts and a poet I’ll be
‘Baby’s got blue eyes holding back the pain’ reflecting the glow on your face
Give me face paint and Munch’s scream will look like Monet’s water colours
And those cute little ears I hear you marvel such fine complete composition
Soon they will find an audition of rebellion ignoring trite shallow advice
Craft verses and rhythm deliver fine words you never dreamt of hearing
The comedy will be shattering with a bit of existential philosophy in the mix
You can project dadada’s and incy-wincy spiders as long as the cows mew
I drink from a fountain of pleasure and spill ink on your canvas of conditioning
Think that I am overanalysing but that is what you do when I smirk and giggle
Canned laughter comes in Campbell’s soup cans and better Warhol than wars
Innocent facial composure lies in the eye of beholders and dreams are for real
Let me play for that is the best I can do when drama and tragedy loom so soon
I’ll have my dreadlocks in plaits and you must not be scared of Sylvia’s mother
Van Gogh had one ear but a writer needs only one incisive tongue to critique
My stream will be subconscious when I write about the meaning of imagination
When naïve contortions depict a world with smiles laughter and freedom
I will not change much from when the photographer took this digital image
Blue eyes stuck out tongue two ears one voice whatever you make of it now
25th April 2019
Written for contest: Baby Face What's You Thinkin
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr
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Some times life seems completely insane
And we have no one else that we can blame
Letting things get way to far out of hand
Before we stepped up to take a stand
Then we look around wondering what next to do
Thinking that none of this could really be true
Not like the picture we once could see
Now more faded it could never be
Nothing like this was in the major plan
To get back to that there's no way we can
Many fires we have already burning
In areas where we are simply still learning
Could it be in time of success we'll get a little taste
Or will it be time and money only that we waste
Either way we can easily and clearly accept
Not a minute will we ever regret
Of the choices we only see two
Doesn't really matter if it's me or you
First is to just stop sit back and cry
Or we learn something smile and give it another try
One way or another it will all work out
Isn't that what the American Dream is all about!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Let's see how this goes.
A means of logical thought.
Taking inductive first,
What has been observed to make life worse.
People are not having fun,
Appear to be quite glum.
Groceries missing from the shelves,
What is there cost too much.
Jobs disappearing without any due.
Votes miscounted for me and you.
Lack of voice,
Leaves no choice.
Due to inductive reasoning,
Life is worse!
The conclusion,
Old, fat, white men holding the purse!
To carry on from there.
Deductive reasoning,
For broader ideas.
The premise is already here.
Old, fat, white men, hold the purse.
From the bottom up,
Much to conclude.
Before the day is end.
The pattern is already there.
Laws apply to only a few.
The rich getting richer,
Just not me and you!
If you are of color,
Woe to you!
Having an opposing view?
Off to ICE with you!
Failure to state your loyalty,
To old, fat, white men.
There are a few.
Your days are numbered to one or two!
Every observation I've seen,
Does not hold the American Dream.
So, in conclusion,
Life is worse!
Old, fat, white men hold the purse!
I done no wrong
I am human created to belong
You don’t know me
May not speak your language
Words are of my native land
Let me help you understand
I love America
America offers Freedom and well being
Being invited by the Statue of Liberty
The theme, “Hope, Rebirth and the American Dream”
In my native land, it the Oppressed under stress
I want enrich in the aroma of goodness in the American way
Don’t push me aside being estray
I want to be your friend, and that is no pretend
What the mirror shows of me is what you will see
Who I am and meant to be
Culture
I am not trying to be your enemy
Just my place in society
Intertwining with others
Hate you shouldn’t feel, but rule it out
Not to harm
Don’t be alarmed
We were all created for a purpose
To live, breathe and associate
Hate is a separate
There is no need to depart
We can share both our cultures as one
The foundation is heritage
The reality is privilege
Together we can become united
Hate has no place
Only takes up space and waste
Let’s embrace one another
Humility living
Giving and Sharing
I am a young woman
I've knocked on hells door
and been returned
I've given up on my life
so my kids may live
and enjoy theirs
I've given unto my husband
so he may lead the
family as the head
Yet i've forgotten
exactly who i am
I use to be
young and full of emotion
I cry at sad movies
laugh at comedies
drink morning coffee
put my pants on
one leg at a time
eat sleep work
the American dream
live one day at a time
waiting on something
better to come along
disappointed at life's
hand that's dealt
because i got the
raw end of the stick again
so i burn the candle at
both ends
feeling the heat as
it takes over my body
with pain
causing another hurdle in life
I am strong
I keep pressing on
head held high
no regrets,
only the courage for
what comes next
The test scores are worse than they've ever been
How can these kids expect an American Dream
Most Democracies buried in debt
individuals max their credit, also a bad bet.
Our military is outmanned and outgunned
China can build 200 ships when we build one.
Their hypersonic missiles can sink our carrier fleet
Their allies round the world can make the job complete.
Their kids master science and math
Here kids fail at logic, no upward path
Their elite are engineers, ours have law degrees
We block things, they have world class factories.
Frenchmen riot, want to retire before age 65
Once the state gives, reversal efforts don't survive.
Politicians keep promising, budgets keep growing
Stagnation grows too; we reap what they're sowing.
Leaders ignore what their citizens want
We don't want an influx of the intolerant
Chinese don't have race riots, or student spies
It doesn't matter that propaganda tells lies.
We thought there'd be balance, assumed, not told
The media, academia, the center would hold
Movies would vary, opinions too
You wouldn't be shot dead, that's what savages do.
So, did the Republic fail that the founders made?
Will totalitarians leave our legacy in the shade?
It doesn't look good now, in a row allies fall
To Jihad or Karl Marx, who yet hears freedom's call?
Done more than what we got
There's an AI robot - you!
Time to take a shot
With the computer I fought "Doha"
Yet, I still would NEVER kill Roy
With a G
In some biz
It still seems like ROYGBIV
Still living life
Forgot about the promises
Still, they do uplift
It is a gift as I drift
The distance as it disses
That one final kiss
I skipped out on
Now I am pissed
So, I guess I will grab a Lyft
As AI plays this last riff
I need to pick, lick, and get a grip,
On this shined pulled from the pit
That last hit flipped the switch
From the tip to the lip
That can just now stick
To when one admits
That the tit of a bit of a baseball mitt
Could catch onto the rants of One Shoe
Keep up with the crew they grew for you
Then blew the rest out of its ass
Way far out and much to fast
But it leave it in the past
NOT worth the drama
Still when I get that Honda
American Dream
Scene kid that could, would, and should scream like the real Mean Green Bean
To lean on what comes from once being
A solitary fiend or state fully deemed
The TX two step King
In or out of the ring
Still singing
That robotic moronic esteem
That the job
Is to get a job
In itself is the means
That teams get reamed
While dubbed obscene
No matter hats, boots, or jeans
Get cut off from Creme
Even when the guitar rings
A new note or anecdote
The antidote still stings
Because of a new meaning
Once much esteemed
Much more than Charley Sheen
Yet while wheezing
I agree
That we are all on drugs
Silly me
I say "Oh, geez"
As life passes in the breeze,
On bended knees,
I reach out to my former squeeze,
If that makes me sound 90,
I could however find the binding
Thay brings us back together
Like a tether ball for leather face
To my disgrace I know I need 2 faces
Whatever it takes
And whatever that was laced with
Still, I know we all can make it
Simply stated
By G3
This is by far the most empty i can ever recall myself feeling.
To feel
Awe yes just to feel.
A forgotten luxury
Changing patterns but not the sequence
Wondering why there are so many rejects
It is you
AMERICA
A land known to be free.
Built on bloodshed and thievery a taste "the American dream" gleams
Give us your broken your hungry your poor.
So America can say we opened the door.
What a joke both parties will forever be
Cheating the nation yet a president's suit remains clean.
No wrinkles or kinks.
To speak up- you'll get linked.
To propaganda,
To the unruly, the ones who don't conform to bull
I'll never lay quiet and remain still.
Open up your head
Let's see what your brain can do