Long Attrition Poems
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The world came together as one —
Or rather, acted as one, like in the
Days of Noah, in the first lockdown
Following the first pandemic of flooding.
There was the smell of a virus.
Thick and heavy, it held the lungs hostage.
There was a confraternal mass, and between heaven and hell
An iota of odour, bigger than the sinking sun, hung in the stratus
Dour moments followed us to the bedrooms
Where we cringed without facial masks.
As we sneezed, the earth caught cold and shivered.
I never knew that viruses were also weapons.
Vaccines became the new baptism.
Darkness descended quickly every evening
With patterns of winter during wars of attrition
Global hate paused as the clocks ticked loudly
Hostilities ceased.
Material envy retreated to
The back pews of desolate churches,
Fragile and lonely with the silence of the wilderness.
The beasts of the earth visited on tiptoe — as hard times
Would come and go;
We were reborn, and clutched at the saddened minutes of
Borrowed sanctity.
Holed up in lacerated mattresses and hovels of death,
Many made music alongside silenced choirs
That hummed trembling hymns from distances brought nearer home
By visuals of horror.
The earth was on her knees,
Addled by the haste of her own funeral,
Subdued by a thunderless, voiceless rainstorm,
Cremated without the need of wood and fire.
The smell of the virus came with the intensity of balmed sin.
It was sin itself.
Recovering from that attack, that invasion, that lockdown
Would require the touring strengths of the dove and raven,
Who would cruise on the wings of passing time
To secure a landing word of caution,
With or without olive branches on their beaks, displaying
Redrawn maps of fumigated paths and ravines of earth.
Resisting The Repression
Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her
War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister
Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister
Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger
Ghostliness of a past love coming back like a harbinger
Cosiness of a warmth so engrained it lasts throughout the winter
Holiness of a man ordained with the essence of God in his little finger
Warning all who sit in comfort to stretch out beyond their horizons
Forming all the combinations but still required to sleep with the lights on
Storming through the degradation of more arguments to be right on
Mourning the loss of innocence as I’m forced to find a corner with which to fight from
Objectification of a woman by a powerful CEO
Rectification of a statement that would never have passed “go”
Unification of a people who they never wanted to know
Stupefaction of a system that is only there for show
Culmination of a problem as we sit behind screens in isolation
Rumination of a mind inclined to introspective observations
Declaration of a manifesto by a twisted mass shooter caught before the devastation
Aberration of the justice system as the innocent go without advocation
Sociopolitical violence everywhere you hate to look
Hypercritical eyes inside my silence as they analyse a new controversial book
Parasitical environmental activists looking for the next media stunt to hook
Neurotypical minds that are inclined to complain and then to sook
Elimination of the pain that resides in each passing new moment
Annotation of the grammar as I consider the next component
Liberation of a race that has lived under the rule of a tyrant
Consideration of all the elements predicting the next inquirement
Lamentation of the time that’s passed while reluctantly convalescing
Fragmentation of a life that’s lost while psychologically regressing
Cancellation of a genius comedian speaking the truth just like confessing
Aberration at this cultural shift as I I’ll be resisting all this repressing
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Good News Trinities:
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UnFold
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(-)0
(-,-)binomial/double-binary 0
Positron, function of restorative reaction, informating
Neutron, function of bilateral mid-way action
Neutrino, function of result, exforming, intrinsic/implicate binomial
Trust
MisTrust
AntiTrust
Uracil
Adenine/Guanine midway balance
Cytosine
Brahman
God
Allah
Brahman, function of ReGeneration
Vishnu, function of ReStoring Primal Relationship
Shiva, anti-function of DeGeneration-Retribution-Loss-Jihad
Yagna, function of ecological relationship
Tapas, spiritual function of nature/spirit primal relationship
Dana, function of cooperative relationship--ego/eco positive health trends
Father, Creator/Way
HolySpirit, Humane-Divine Life of Relationship
Son, Patriarchal-Messianic TruthMentor-Teacher,
with Virgin Womb EarthMatriarchal Original Intent
Goodness of Natural Ethics
Truth of EquiValent Symmetry
Beauty of Nurturing Aesthetic Spirits
Happiness of Yang-Way function, external
Life of Healthy Balance
Liberty of Yin-Truth function, internal
Fraternity of Humane Nature
Equality of Nature/Nurturing Spirit
Liberty for Sacred Nurture
Ego, Left hemisphere, language
Id-entity Womb, Matriarchal/Patriarchal
Environmental Eco, Right hemisphere, function of SuperEgo
+ thru (-,-)
Body of YangEgo, patriotic
Spirit of Ego-Eco BiLateral Consciousness
Mind of Yin EcoLogos matriotic
Soil, function of Sacred MotherEarth-external
Soul, function of Ego/EcoLogical CoOperative Balance, Win-Win
Society, function of Brahman-internal restorative regeneration
Bad News Trinity:
Commodification of Goodness, myths and power and religion and nutrition...
Capitalization of Truth, merit, values, investments, aesthetics, attrition...
Secularization of Beauty, logos, ecologos, Earth, Eden, restoration,
health, reforesting, purpose, justice, vocation
relationship, synergy, gardening, reversion...
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UnUnWeave
The world is in a great turmoil
All around disquiet and confusion reign
Russia and Ukraine engage in war of attrition
Massacre of genocidal proportions
Has torn Gaza strip to a mountain of ruins
As Israel continues to exact her pound of flesh
For Hamas daredevilry of 7th October 2023
Meting out in the process to Hezbolah and Lebanon
Repercussions for exporting and harboring terrorism
While at the same time paying Iran back in her own coins
In this season of teeth for tat
In the midst of all these the Syrian civil war has been reignited
And Yemen has come under Israeli fire
As the Houthis join the fray in solidarity with Palestinians
In Sudan Generals battle for the soul of the nation
With the world caring less for her plight
While the disunited United Nations
Remains powerless
And the world powers continue to play
the ostrich
With claims and counter claims
And macabre discordant tones
While the Middle East burns
And a possibility of world war three
Staring the nations in the face
The world needs to pause and rethink
The world powers should wield the big stick
And bring their cronies to the table of dialogue
The planet needs to be saved from the caricature men have turned it to
The United Nations should be liberated
From the shackles of powerlessness
To bark as well as bite
In implementation of its mandate
I love everyone
Yes, all Humanity
If you're reading this I don't know you
As you read this I pray dearly for you
You're my brother, my sister
Humanity, I Love you
You don't know me
Don't know me
I love you because God made you
You're special
God's treasure
I love Humanity
We may not ever meet
Only my words to envelop uplift and behold
Share my procurement s wording my obvious confessions
Share the cool written thoughts between me and the Lord
Upon renditions words of attrition
I love you all because you're part of God
And We Are family
Even though you don't know me I love you because God made You
You are special
You are God's treasure
Whether you read or write poetry verse
Live your life one or many of my verse
Whether you do or whether you don't
But then all of the world's calamities
I pray for you substantially
You don't know me I don't know you
And yet we're blessed because we share and read the same letters
All is so better
Hallelujah
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
i don't cower to death, he had me in his grasp
faltering through the sudor of illness
my heart beating slower than time's hands
like a worthless clock on the wall needing replaced
ashen flesh bore his mark, a kiss against my blueish lips
somehow missing his quarry, while i awaited my wings
he still abides in the dumping ground of memories
with promises broken, love unspoken, and heartless liars
in a dashboard of broken dreams long abandoned
that stalk my existence, awaiting to be restored
to recommence through the pathways of my mind
as more than just unused rusted out frames of thoughts
that only resurface in the outburst of downcast eyes
when the shadows of sorrow grapple my emotions
as he purloins another from existence before me
I don't cower to death, he had me in his grasp
the attrition of time has left me emotionless
unscathed by his touch yet numb beneath his kiss
through past's rear-views as i unwillingly await my wings
October 4, 2019
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~And God said we are his children God said where are his children we were naked alone in the garden all things are ours we raised the lands I named everything I am Earth king while in the garden the father told us and could eat of anything but of a certain fruit bearing tree we were not allowed to eat though there we see for the first obedience
No father said if we eat there just so the fruit we bear of this that we would eat we would die life short we would die misfortune as adult eat of this fruit Lucifer denounce not named Satan the devil or the smooth wicked serpent he beguiled God's daughter and persuaded her to falter he whispered you will not surely die for if you eat from God's fruit you be absolute just as wise and all knowing is he so in my non infinite wisdom I disobeyed and I listened to the untruth and did eat upset fruit and when my husband came I tricked and then treated him and he also did eat of the fruit upon his attrition is biting beating of the fruit we didn't listen we were naked alone in the garden all things are ours we raised the lands I named everything I am no longer King for a disobeyed Our Father and now...we were naked alone in the garden this is when we die before we were disobedient and we hid/b>
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
2/21/22
What manner of vengeance
As a stench invading fragrance
The kind unlike princes and kings
Worthy to be denied pedestals and wings
To never be beheld when people look up
For it shall be bile in the people’s cup
A man who came in the Name of the Lord
With strangling cords of extortion beyond afford
Turning against brother with straight face
Next moment claiming piety without grace
Tainting our mettle and name
Making shame our claim to fame
What then shall we say dear brethren
Be consoled that God watches from heaven
And will save us with His Righteous Right Arm
But our due appeasement and charm
Must be our obedience and reverence
That His Spirit saturates every conscience
For we have failed in decision
Logic, intelligence and wit now face attrition
As life hands us situation after situation
What to do with the observations awaiting interpretation
Only surrender all to God in prayer
For to delve and to dare all proves too much to bear
K. Muitherero.
Life is a life
Driving home I nearly hit a rabbit
braked hard and the can of lager fell out of my hand.
We country folk drinks a lot; the police never stop you
unless you drive off the road and plough into a flock of sheep
then you are fined, and the police take the carcass home
dinner, for a big family.
So who am I sentimental over a rabbit when
there are chemical attacks on children in Syria,
and the war of attrition never ends
by courtesy of those who do not want peace there.
How am I sentimental when children are killed?
In Gaza children wounded by teargas have damages lungs
who am I to talk when witnessing the murder of a people?
That demands to be free of Israeli tyranny.
But deep in my heart if I were hungry enough, I would
have killed that rabbit taken it home and cooked it.
So what this makes me? A sentimental fool crying
over spilt life? Deaths for a higher political cause
like stealing land from the losers.
A dystopian myopian premonition
Frank about West Bank expedition
No regret get set for latest edition
Illegal war don’t need permission
Saw UN and NATO's clear omission
Unjust blood lust their admission
No contrition.. Middle East perdition
Still pretending it’s all about religion
Invades like the crusades.. demolition
This is not just some war of attrition
Toast Gaza a ghost most recent audition
Genocide boast with pride the ambition
Poor on wrong side fried an apparition
Yanks kowtowed allowed the decision
Rendition masquerading as suspicion
With the rifle will still stifle our derision
Acquisition the tradition of the mission
Sewn by their own homegrown volition
Netanyahu condition continue sedition
Submission then all neighbours abolition