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Grazing Trump’s ear gunshot when goes,
It nicks nation’s much-fancied nose,
World’s keen to know-- sharp ears,
Should things change in near years,
Republican romance,
Passion with pro-gun stance
Should slow, if ray of remorse shows.
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Happenings |08.07.2024| USA, political
Poet’s note: This bullet might divide America more. For, four of the 46 presidents have been assassinated in office. More than half a dozen others have survived. Like Trump, democracy may survive, but will face some more fears. Violence can’t be vouchsafed, but if it causes the country’s love affair with gun a rethink, it will serve some purpose, if Trump be any wiser, any sober.
we will never be compunctious
as we dwell in the body of Christ
and it matters not our race or color
nor how we live our lives
we will never be ashamed
of the anointed Gospel Word
for we know the power it has
yet to others it seems absurd
assassinated, crucified
He was hung high on a cross
Jesus the One who rose up again
with a supernatural spiritual force
as power is invested in the One
Who in His hand holds it all
and power is magnified in the One
Who controls and makes the call
with assurance and energy
we need to place our hearts and hands
in the One with the miraculous power
Who drew that line in the sand
we are not ashamed of the Gospel
and we embrace the Beatitudes
for there's truth and strength in them
as well as a righteous aptitude
if you understand that God will always
fulfill your heart's desires
and run circles around your enemies
while keeping you focused and inspired
we are not ashamed of the Gospel
for it has strength, power and might
as the Written Word of the Most High
has the ability to set every wrong to right
we are not ashamed of the Gospel
as it's our anthem on how to live life
our Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
for when we journey towards our Lord Christ
WE ARE NOT ASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL
Men of cloth
Men of faith
Against all evils, lost hopes
Choose the light and will of the gods
They stay
Where all others flea
They reflect upon lost causes
Yet give of heart and sweat to the poor
They are not brave hearts
They are but kind souls
To the last breathe
Weep not for these heroes
The village adores and praises
For kindness transcends religious teachings
To cure and heal is god's gift
And natures way of life eternal
Pascal’s wager in the minds of a few
As old men contemplate
Wildflowers who by the grace of god, receive the sun
So in fate, planted, they stay, they do not run
They are not the last or only
They are but the hope of what can be
They reflect the goodness we all desire
In love of mankind
Des hommes et des dieux, dedicated to the Trappist monks who lived in harmony with the largely Muslim population of Algeria, until seven of them were kidnapped and assassinated in 1996 during the Algerian Civil War.
Hey there little one
Toddling ‘round your parents’ feet
Not yet knowing who you are
A whole wide world to meet
You have Nobility -
Heroes’ blood pumps in your heart
Martyrs, warriors and pioneers
Are part of who you are
Both your grandfathers
Served honorably in the military
Tom was in the Marine Corps
I was a UN Peacekeeper in the Army
Fred Halliday served,
Himself a war refugee,
Somewhere in Korea
With the US Army
Mark L Halliday served
In the British Army
Fighting Nazi oppression
Buried in Italy
Paul Redeuilh,
Your Nana’s grandfather
Morte pour la France
At the start of the Second World War
Pappy’s grand uncle
The late Wilford Berry
Fought the Japanese in the Pacific
He was also in the Army
Fred’s grand uncle
The Englishman Cyril Kinsella
Was an indentured servant, then soldier
Twice wounded in 'The Great War' for Canada
Not all heroes fight in wars
But do great deeds that matters
Such were the Utah Pioneers
Who crossed the Plains from Winter Quarters
One Pioneer, your fourth great grandfather
Elder William Shanks Berry
Was a missionary martyr for his faith -
Assassinated in Tennessee
Uriah Roudy, your sixth great grandfather
During the American Revolution
Was wounded at Bunker Hill or Brandywine
And served General George Washington
George Berry, his father Bradley, and
Moses Clack Sr (father-in-law of George)
Were in Virginian Infantry Regiments -
Bradley and Moses at Valley Forge
So Carolina, there may be
More heroes on your mother’s line
Search for them; honor them, too
Dig deeply and see who you can find
Live nobly little one
Because heroes blood pumps in your heart
Martyrs, warriors and pioneers
Made up all of who you are
The beginning of me the ideology
wearing wires pregnant buying
weapons and drugs from corrupt
officers for the federal bureau
of investigation the department
of Justice the center piece
cointelpro levied just so the
matter of facts the 44 magnum
in my mouth teeth chattering
looking through an assault rifle
red dot on the female agents
ponytail my children singing
my girl with the fbi supervisor
I'd be murdered for a lessor
god I'd be assassinated bullied
extorted crippled by a car bomb
I will still drink my lemonade
on a Sunday afternoon I'd still
die an American hearing my
fetus heartbeat I'd still remember
Chicago I will never fret over
gang violence nor corruption
I shall still adore my roses eating
ice quenching my thirst during
a stroke I'll still be American in
this land on this soil my blood
shall run through the hidden
canals as the sun shine on my
back an yet I'll still be American
I'll still be me when I diiiiie
Lincoln Special
Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train
Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot.
After departing Washington, D.C., on April 21, 1865, the black-draped train bearing President Abraham Lincoln’s coffin, spent nearly two weeks winding its way through 180 cities and seven states before reaching the assassinated president’s burial site in his hometown of Springfield, Illinois.
Buck boards and horses with their riders running by dust clouds form, covering everything with dust, I sigh. Making us use our handkerchiefs as we cough and pace beads of perspiration causing tiny streams down my brow and face leaving thin streaks in the brown dust.
A great swell of the blackest charcoal smoke billowing smokestack, whistle blowing steel wheels against the rail cause a braking, screeching, vibrating sound; locomotive coming up the rail into view, like a charging black rhino. A massive moving machine, carrying Abraham Lincoln, a fantastic sight to take in.
Many made the journey to pay their respects.
“Lincoln Special” also served as a publicity boon for George Pullman, who lent the use of his new, luxurious sleeping cars for the comfort of passengers traveling from Chicago to Springfield after Lincoln’s burial, orders took off for Pullman’s sleepers, which featured polished black walnut interiors, chandeliers and marble washstands and made overnight travel much more enticing for passengers.
11/9/2021
Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Comely I .
Juzt a man of color
If I...
"I imagine me being a man of color
imagine if I was a famous sports figure if I were a politician if I were a religious minister ordained
if I were just a plane citizen
what if I were killed
what if I were assassinated
Can you be would you be torn more would you mourn he remorse I tried I cried I died
but if I were what would I be don't disrespect my legacy By rioting looting and burning is not the way be constructive or destructive
FORGIVENESS
FORGIVE THEM THAT KILL ME
DON'T DISRESPECT MY LEGACY
FORGIVE PRAY FIR THEM
DON'T LOOT,ROB AND STEAL
Forgiveness unity and tolerance
Let's embrace in love in Christ
5/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
The first world war started because of poverty
The first world war started because of greed
The first world war started because of an assassination
The first world war started because of Ideas
The first world war started because people wanted revenge
Each Statement appears to claim, all of the truth
Each statement, appears to conflict with the others
Yet each statement is a different side of the truth
To see all of the truth you need to look at the life of people
To see all of the truth you need to look at all sides of a problem
The first world war started because of poverty
Gavrilo Princip start his life in poverty his family suffered
with six of his sibling dying in infancy poverty became
the breeding ground for his feelings of discontent
education brought him into a world of ideas
The first world war started because of greed
people in power, used the assassination as an excuse,
going to war they thought, would bring them profit,
they didn't picture themselves losing but instead,
pictured the profit of taking wealth from other countries
The first world war started because of an assassination
Gavrilo Princip joined a group called the Young Bosnia
Believing in ideals of unification inspired by ideas from
Romanticism, anarchism, and revolutionary socialism
Serbian military puppets encouraged to commit the assassination
The first word war started because of ideas,
Ideas are all around us, flooding our lives every day,
people say, get rid of the immigrants, they take our jobs,
Immigrant's say, we are better than you, we have less criminals
communism was an idea that inspired Gavrilo Princip
The first world war, started because people wanted revenge,
Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife where assassinated
People wanted revenge people wanted retaliation
supporting government decisions people became ready for war
with the support of the country people go to war.
Nobody started the first world war because of religion,
it started because of many, conflicting reasons
these are but a few, I sure their are many more,
but if we want to learn from the past, to make a better future,
Think hard, of how to make a better world, without war.
I am President McKinley assassinated,
Roosevelt takes office.
I am Einstein's theory of relativity as
Promised.
I am the Harley-Davidson that was
Created.
I am even today no other cycle has
Dominated.
I am MLB's first world series
Game.
I am the disposable razor,
King Gillette is the name.
I am Susan B. Anthony the year
She dies.
I am President Roosevelt when he wins
The Nobel Peace Prize.
I am Oklahoma when it becomes a
State.
I am San Francisco when the earth
Shakes.
I am an explosion in a West Virginia
Coal mine.
I am the wheatback penny with a
New design.
I am the FBI the day it was
Born.
I am the Model-T ford without
A horn.
I am instant coffee when it was
Introduced.
I am color in a photo first
Produced.
I am silent movies at the
Picture show.
I am America modernized by
The radio.
Turbo1904
Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the authorities
Admitting to his gruesome crime
Jack Frost confessed it was he
who assassinated Sir Humpty Dumpty
By the great wall of China
in broad daylight in front of hundreds
of witnesses who never came forward to testify
The coverup seemed it would never be solved
The assassin has been apprehended
The long-term mystery has been solved
Though the motive remains sketchy at this time
It is rumored that there was a love triangle
With the international superstar Miss Piggy
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL - RANKED 1ST