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Give peace a chance, will those of nobility declare
Intelligence of spirit, who could ever compare
Valiantly fighting the evil in the world, unwilling to fail
Earnestly helping those needy, without ever becoming frail
Peacefully sacrificing time and energy without ever reconsidering
Endangering themselves to constantly make a difference
Antagonizing the establishment for an instance
Coming home with battle scars to wear and none to share
Emphasizing they are not heroes, only that "they care"
Angering all others, for showing they disagree
Considering the options with nowhere to hide
Hiroshima and its aftermaths, would never subside
Attempting to disrupt, what those warmongers insist
No necessity to justify, the results do persist
Coming full circle does our world continue to exist
Ending in oblivion, if we don't learn how to desist
Did you know....
about the look in my eyes?
The ongoing fatigue....
The fact that I sleep more....
the fact that I distance myself....
away from you?
Don't you see,
what you've done to me?
You've taken a loving man,
and you've destroyed his self-esteem....
You've been on him so much,
until now he's become numb to your words.
From sun up to sun down,
it's nothing but words of harm,
it's always about what you want,
you're expectations,
and how you want me to be....
you want me to be like you.
You've been torn apart by your past,
so much to the point where all you know,
is to charge at me....
making me feel less of a man.
Well....
your days of devaluing me are coming to an end....
you're mad because I refuse to bend....
or break....
You're nothing but a critic,
the biggest one I've ever known,
I'm fed up with your constant criticizing,
so please just leave me alone....
my world is all messed up,
I can't think straight half the time,
because I am constantly in your crosshairs....
and it isn't fair....
I've always been there,
to love and support....
You were my everything,
then you started to pick at me....
and now I want nothing more to do,
than remove myself....
away from you....
You are nothing but a critic....
picking and picking at me....
it's so sickening....
it's angering....
it's making my stomach turn....
So I will take our memories
and watch them all burn....
I'll leave you right where you are....
I can't go on like this....
I refuse to be devalued....
By a critic....
You're just a critic....
Picking at me,
making me feel bad....
always on my back,
and you wonder why I get so mad....
You're just a critic....
You're just a critic....
D—Does nothing all day, but write annoying poems
A—And this one’s no better, just bickers and moans
V—Vainglorious imbecile, should be locked in a cell
I—Indifferent to (senior members), oh boy he can tell
D—Downright irreverent, shows unbridled respect too
K—Keeps blaming his catholic upbringing, a major clue
A—Angering fellow members, by trying to get a laugh
V—Voicing criticism if warranted, say something daft
A—A few like his dark humor, but most of the time don’t
N—Nasty habit of innuendo, will he stop, no he won’t
A—Authoritarian manipulators, they really get his goat
G—Good honest lying storytellers, what floats his boat
H—He cannot rhyme this last line, except just to gloat
A—And finally some quotes, from my poem (do not disturb)
D—Definitely my favorite lines, yes they are quite superb
D—Do you want to know what heaven, is actually like
E—Easy to answer, but first we must turn out the lights
N—No you still can’t see it, maybe it’ll happen tonight
D—Dream so good you never want to wake from, thats right
U—(Unnatural selection) my first poem, this quote appears
M—My intellect keeps me going, but my thoughts that I fear.
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
18/01/2021
Spies, scout out the Promised Land.
Let our eyes see what God has planned.
Never mind what He's already done,
Can we trust the powerful One?
When we saw the Anakites there,
The terror was too much to bear.
More numerous and taller,
Our confidence grew smaller.
Do not be terrified of them!
You are not being led by whim.
He says, "I'll go ahead of you.
Heaven's armies come with Me, too."
But we gave the bad report,
Advising the people to abort.
Their courage was drained away,
"The Lord has made us their prey!"
Joshua and Caleb stood firm,
Believing the Lord would confirm,
Urging us toward conquest,
Believing it was no contest.
But the people would not go up,
Angering the Lord with their dustup,
Saying, "The Lord must hate us."
Their actions were treasonous.
Why this betrayal of trust,
Leading to the Lord's disgust?
Trust lessons were never learned.
Stubborn hearts can only spurn.
Where do we look for defeat?
Surely not at the Lord's feet!
Look only in your own heart,
For the whole heart must take part.
The Lord is never thwarted,
Intimidated, or extorted.
Unbelief forfeits His blessing,
And keeps us from possessing.
Keep the Lord ahead of you,
Do not turn back from what is true,
Joshua and Caleb, the only two,
Whose conquering faith grew.
We tried to force a do-over,
Without God just a pushover.
He told us, “Do not attack.”
Our enemy hurled us back.
Wilderness wandering backslidden,
But He’ll bring back our children,
Back to Kadesh they must go,
With conquering faith in tow.
The all-consuming, everlasting,
endearing, angering, loving, caring,
blind to the bonds of hope,
ignorant to happiness,
yet wanted, needed,
Life.
Poignant it is, for sadness is its counterpart,
yet euphoric it is, for it lies in the blithesome land,
Life.
Taken away, unfairly,
one can chant,
taken away, too early,
words be spewed,
yet, it is deaf to all remarks,
for Erebos has no mercy,
the tainted tract.
So, beg you can,
return it will not,
they say that the ardour of love is the strongest,
yet what know they,
for death takes all away.
And so, in life,
I owe the little things to myself,
the big to my brood and bruv,
and the biggest, to death itself.
For what is taken away unfairly,
brews a furious desire,
to prove them wrong,
and knowing that all shall be overcome,
with the finality of life.
So, I shall go with death,
not as enemies,
not as friends,
but as acquaintances,
who respect together,
Life.
And what I have lost,
will hurt me deep,
for the words of poetry,
will not help me remove,
the poignancy of loss.
This poem is dedicated to Alexander Technoblade (1999-2022) the person who inspired me to do things, be myself and live a better life.
I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.
The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.
As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.
This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.
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When I see and hear,
touch and feel,
something
Somewhere unwanted
someplace uncherished
egocentrism
Making alienating choices
that follow group win/lose competitive norms,
this constellation of nationalistic patriotism's
monoculturing beliefs
and unbeliefs,
anthroprivileged values
and disvalues,
provoke out-raging
hypocritical anger.
It is only in epic transition times
when climatic health and safety social issues
emerge and re-emerge,
evolve and revolve,
inhale and exhale,
inside and outside,
that these same unwanted
uncherished competitive choices
by Other Capitalist
USA Supremacist
Evangelically Straight baby-maker
Fundamentally White is not sinful Black
Male DeathCulturists
provoke fear
Inside acute anxiety
that my own ecologically cooperative values
are merely BusinessAsUsual competing theological disvalues
against StraightWhiteMale
lack of divinely esteemed
Multi-LifeBearing Culture experience
And deeper chronic negative anticipation
that my ecosystemic beliefs
about fundamentally nondualistic
LeftBrain healthy regenerativity
are also DeathCulture Other's
RightBrain unsafe degenerativity;
These angers and fears
live and breathe outside
and inside
my win/win optimizing hopes
and bilateral faith
in curious research
and courageous design
for cooperative ego/eco-therapies
with Other's Lose/Lose dismay at heart
and in despairing mind
un-pairing unicameral uncaring
Shadows of co-empathic experiential nihilism,
xenophobia
anthroprivileged claustrophobia
rabidity
mortal carnal sin
terror
depression
inhumane ecofeminist suppression,
zealous RightBrain repression,
instinctively negative
affective-cognitive
dualdark DeathCulture
violently uncommunicating
nonverbalizeable
acutely dispassioned impressions
Of angering or fearful sin
as lose/lose ego/eco-systemic
multilateral communion absence
of healthy and safe wealth
Experience of cooperative
co-invested bicameral
win/win recentering
Earth Patriotic/Matriotic
Yang/Yintegral
tipping climatic points
of multiculturing climax
co-arising dipolar health/wealth balance,
yes,
but also beauty's sensual co-passion.
PEACE
Peace, I awoke and flung the truce
Peace, Once I sat engaged and ordering
'PEACE!' I INSIST, 'Yes PEACE!'
I heard a War making, loud angering
PEACE
Peace, I awoke and flung the truce
My passion is the pacifist process
Much I marveled the splendid break
Freedom - freedom - freedom!
Peace, And the inch was singing I fling
Peace, I felt obliged to to admire the offspring
PEACE
I awoke and flung the truce
Eagerly I looked for the peacetime
The peaceful peacemaking ping
PEACE
I awoke and flung the truce harboring love and peace
Peace wonderful purposeful peace
PEACE WONDERFUL PURPOSEFUL PEACE-
01/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Assaulted Peanuts
They rode across the Western Hills,
For the land of Middle Eyed Bong,
To raid the Salted Peanut Trees,
Of King Pod and his merry throng.
Who were they, this reckless band,
Dare to plunder with motley crew.
They knew not what their fate would be,
Angering the wrath, of Old Cashew.
Cashew is Sentinel of this land,
Most powerful Nut to crack.
Born and raised in the Pecan Mines,
Eyes of Steel and Walnut Black.
Renegade leader of this Gang,
Was Outlawed Percival Grimface,
Once a native of Middle Eye,
Until his assaulted Peanut disgrace.
Pod and Cashew received a snitch,
Of Percival’s imminent raid
and so, prepared their men elite,
The Special Peanut Brittle brigade.
Grimface had an informant,
A betrayer amongst his ranks,
Passed the word to King Pod’s Men,
Who were grateful and offered thanks.
The Brittle Brigade were fighting men,
No one could take them down,
May contain some traces of Nut,
Emblazoned above the Town.
The attack was planned for Midnight,
On the Thirty-Third of July.
A new Moon was clearly visible,
Under a cloudy dark blue sky.
On the edge of town, they did dismount,
To make ready for their swag,
In expectation of stealing Salties
and Take-away in a plastic bag.
The Peanut Trees were just to hand,
When Cashew shouted, GO MEN GO.
Percival walked into an ambush,
He was struck underneath, down below.
No match for King Pod’s Brittle Men,
Who had muscle and sling shot bricks.
Grimface and his Gang, outwitted,
Only Conkers and pointy sticks.
They never saw it coming,
No protection from Peanut shells,
Hastily retreating under fire,
Their pain and ear-piercing yells.
Those Renegades had been dispatched
Back from whence they came,
Never to return to Middle Eyed Bong,
In fear; of getting more, of the same.
If there’s a moral to this story,
Of which I seriously doubt,
Buy your own Salted Peanuts,
Else your villainy will find you out
I hear the heavy breathing through my trees
And Acorns angering the rooftop slate
Whilst winds invade the Caribbean seas
The hurricane metes out the islands’ fate
The sunlight plays on sturdy trunks of day
And limbs, they wave, with friendly Southern charm
Whilst clouds do heighten the fear on display
The cataclysm of the seas does harm
I see the tickle of the Autumn leaves
The feast of nuts below my cushioned feet
Whilst anchored palms are torn apart by thieves
As lions roar, the land declares defeat
2nd place winner
A poem written in iambic pentameter
10/6/2016