Long Animosities Poems
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My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
A inspired dedicated verse to Panagiota Romios
"I need His emergency number"
Operating, operator dear angel;
Please give me
The number, phone number to God
I need your assistance
Operator your emergency number is 7 7 7- 7 7 7 -7 7 7 7
Operator I need help with this
I need instead make a make a person-to-person call
To my God
Could you show me how?
Operators speaking this is all you need to just fall on your knees hold up your head and hands
Look up
Look up
Talk
Speak up to the heaven I would cry
And just talk to the Lord what's on your mind
For you see in prayer God's always open
Oh, please God O Jesus please open your holy ears and receive me
Mercy dear Lord have mercy on me
Oh, and talk to me and hear my heart and heal my soul
Oh, Father you say
What is this conversation you have your doubts in Me what's the 411 open up the Books of Truth
You say I'm there I'm here read, read, prayer, pray
Just talk to me
Just talk to me if you want acknowledgement of me
For I will soothe your heart
Relieve you of Doubt
Control your animosities and finally comforting will bless your heart and comfort you
Just be still and talk to me
9/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & Panagiota Romios 2019©
*based on words inspired by “Panagiota Romios” in bold print..
From forthcoming anthology
“Inspired In boxed Word Write Collabs #1”
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
Fathers are beaten, crucified,
in vicious murder, multiplied;
we dare not be ambivalent.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.
Mothers tortured, gang raped and killed
by cruel butchers, hate distilled;
the mute images, eloquent.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.
Headless children no more know play;
their little heads on pikes displayed;
the slaughter of the innocent.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.
Heinous, evil atrocities,
religious animosities;
the nations posture, impotent.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.
On mountaintop, fearing the worst,
the entire world should give aid first;
so fearful of entanglement.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.
Another holocaust witnessed,
people remain anonymous;
the world will not be innocent.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.
Copyright, August 10, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Yes I'm different than you
The tragically fashion notion ethnic
Hostilities
There are some races that negates and dislike other races
Hello apparent reason other than being different
Yes I'm different than you
Sense of disgrace nobly misplaced
Discriminatory hates
Sentiments lament animosities
Hostility
Yes I'm different than you
Individual souls coming undone
Noble ancients greatest prophets
Spiritually institutions Gothic
Hostilities
Yes I'm different than you
I am of a different hue
You see me in a different view
Instilled the dislikes generational
Hostility
This place discrimination
Displaced discrimination
3/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
I know this sounds naive but still I hope and pray
that in my lifetime I will see
A world that comes together to live in peace and harmony.
It certainly hasn’t happened often…(and lately not much at all)
but when it does it is a beautiful thing…and the whole world is enthralled.
July 26, 1963…at the height of the Cold War…
when most of the world was split into two camps (similar to today)
a 6.1 earthquake struck the city of Skopje, Macedonia
reducing much of the city to rubble and clay.
Skopje did not participate in the Cold War…they did not align with either side
which allowed, for a little while at least, the whole world to be allied.
Countries on both side of the Cold War no longer concerned with anger or fear
sent money, doctors, construction workers…materials and engineers.
Enemies put their grievances aside…tabled their animosities and greed
and united to help a fellow country of this Earth in its time of need.
It was an exciting and inspiring moment in our planet’s history…
as 78 countries united in their concern and caring for Skopje’s recovery.
Sadly this spirit of giving by which the world, for a little while, was guided
faded…the Cold War resumed…and we are once again a world divided.
But the fact that 78 countries were able to put their bitterness and hostilities to rest…and act together as one
proves it is possible…confirms it can be done.
I do believe we can all come together…
that we don’t need a global tragedy…
that we can be kind and generous to everyone…every day
like we were once…back in 1963.
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
War
Is where
Nobody wins
And everybody sins
At the unbeautiful bar
War is hell on earth
At birth
God created humans
To be better than the lions
And the other nefarious predators
That’s a given
War transforms young men
And young women
Into absurd killers and murderers
War is criminal
War is suicidal
The truth hurts. Oh! Boy. Oh! Boy
Vile foragers oppress, attack, maim and destroy
Common sense is absent in wartime
No countries are at their prime
Where they harvest dead victims, casualties
Pains, sufferings, animosities and calamities
War is immoral
War is awful
War is for crazed gangsters
War is for ireful bouncers
Death comes early for numberless youngsters
Families are worrying, crying and mourning
And don’t care about vanity, flags and flowers
Families only care about the living
Love, peace, harmony and humanity
War is wasteful
War is baneful
War is for dreadful pit-bulls
War is for god-awful fools
Premature death is unacceptable and crazy
And cemeteries are plentiful and not empty
How sad and unnecessary to be so strong
And to die so early and so young
How sad and inhumane to be so wrong
And to fail flat to unite in order to sing a fine song
Life is precious on all sides
Intolerance chokes and arrogance divides
Diplomacy is the key to resolving our current differences
Dialogue is the password to open up countless entrances
To find common ground
Better and friendlier sound
War is never the equitable answer to the question
But love is the quintessentially perfect solution
To the human or mundane equation.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
O come to me yon revelry
As you constantly stand ever,
Before me...loving people
Rise and rise up thine
Covertly any based on
My animosities
Clever and clover and cut
My stems ever so
Eat my petals as I grow evermore
Wash out thine mouth
With thine own perverted spit
Kneel, curl-ball up liken a fetal position
So you won’t git hurt none of God's loving people
Standards are by standards they are
Procreated by man every second, on the hour every hour
Daily
Sinful, not praying unbelieving haters of
Loving people
O go yon, travel fest far away
As the air breeze breathe within its self
Rise and rise up thine praise and hands
Covertly any based on I release all my stuff’
My forgiveness, has been forgiven
O come to me yon revelry I stand repentant
As you constantly stand ever, so God mercies rent
Before me...loving people
Alleluia
12/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently