Long Denial Poems
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Sirens, alarm bells and unscheduled drills
Intended to teach us emergency skills
On land we might jump up and run for the trees
But where does one run in these vast frigid seas
It has to be said that they’ve done their research
I almost felt scared when I felt the ship lurch
And when people ran, was that fear that I smelt
For God’s sake just say where we’ll find a life belt
Even the barman has gone up on deck
But I need a drink to sling down my neck
It’s the friggin Titanic, not some little yacht
And it cannot sink… in case you forgot
So let them all play games of ‘victims at sea’.
These dumb practice sessions mean little to me
I’d soon find the lifeboats through instinct and stealth
So they can all practice while I serve myself
A generous whiskey, poured by my fair hand
Of course I shall pay… you should understand
But I’m gonna write, gonna kick up a stink
For British White Star Line have just spilt my drink
When I get home, gonna rock me some boats
Gonna stand for election and get me some votes
I paid loadsa money to be on this trip
Yet they make it act like an unstable ship
What kind of practice drill needs an orchestra
Is it to impress a White Star investor
But pumping in water is over the top
It may look authentic but it has to stop
Oh, come on, you’re taking this so very far
I’m freezing my bits off, while gripping the bar
Okay, I get it, some people might drown
If they booked a trip on a ship that went down
I mean no offence if their income was meagre
I get that the lowly can sometimes be eager
To act like they’re worthy to be in our midst
But those lower echelons wouldn’t be missed
Those less educated might well have been fooled
And leapt overboard when “Abandon” was called
But now, with the water up over my head
I wish I’d stayed up in my cabin - in bed
You can’t frighten folk by pretending you’re sinking
I’ll find who’s to blame and what they were thinking
Tomorrow, I’ll sue them for feigning my death
For now though, I’m too busy… holding my breath.
God's oral,
and Gaia's ancient ****
naturally spiritual laws
are win/win discursive,
not win/lose debating,
when climate polycultural conditions
are democratically healthy thriving
Not blaming,
judging,
shaming,
cursive,
as when monoculturing colonizations
of EurAsians autocratically
and kleptocratically sick
and barely monotheistically surviving
curiously endure inhumane denial
of runaway capitalist win/lose
LeftBrain dominant
straight white patriarchal
lose/lose ego/eco-fading systemic nihilism
Repression of ecowomanist mindfulness
lustiness
integrity
bilateral resilience
Suppression of post-traumatic climate stress disorder
Depression
of PolyCultural Sacred Law
for and of
humane sensory EarthTherapeutic Justice
Musical
mindfully mused
meditative medication
as Blue/Green
4/4
Who Are We For?
regenerative rhythmed
co-passioned
deeply resonant peace.
Best kitchen utensil, invented by man -
By far favourite, fantastic frying pan!
Be it onion, French toast or eggs and bacon,
My fancy taste buds, drooling unmistaken.
With a light and magic touch of oil drizzle
Lamb loin is seared to savoury sizzle.
Veggies' blend roasted on a pan, to die for,
Never boil them in water, plain wilted bore!
Ah, pancakes, my goodness, grandma's homey treat,
Made with love and care - will knock you off your feet.
And last, not least, ultimate joy of French fries,
With extra depth - all times blessing in disguise!
I know with healthy eating habits I'm screwed,
In regards to fried carcinogenic food.
I should have dumped my pan pal long time ago,
But in denial, I just can't let go.
Way too late to contemplate of what I should,
It’s panned into my identity for good!
February 22, 2023
where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part
Balderdash
I will not listen to iris eyes,
those lids for covers; frightened lies.
And cannot hear the nostril's fear
that calls you to me over here.
Balderdash
is all I'll say.
And keep my distance
and my way
Balderdash
I will not listen to faint of heart.
Half a story; a lie apart.
And cannot wait for one more pause.
A lie; your drama; without a cause.
Balderdash
is all I'll say.
And keep my distance
and my way
Balderdash
I will not listen to yellow bellies
who's waves break lies to coward's deli's.
And will not watch a brow fall down
without it's fear; without it's crown.
Balderdash
is all I'll say.
And keep my distance
and my way
Balderdash
I will not listen to crooked smiles
who's heart beats twice in self denial.
And will not watch the gizzard sink
to form a gully's fear of shrink.
Balderdash
is all I'll say.
And keep my distance
and my way
Balderdash
I will not listen to jointed nose
that prays for healing, as one knows.
And will not notice the patient smile
that lies back to you a waiting while.
Balderdash
is all I'll say.
And keep my distance
and my way
Balderdash
is all I say.
Balderdash.
Going my way.
The purpose is set I am in denial
I confess my mess
I choose to do not to choose to do
in revelance to my trials and test
I am relinquished
Subordinate intent and due process
I am ever blessed
I confess my mess
I choose to do what I choose
not to do and any question
while I question who am I to question
I am relevant in random decision
and in my inner vision
and any of my inquisiteness
I confess my mess
I am blessed
with the light that shuts out the darkness quest
I am ever listened I am more not less
I am sequential I am randomly choosing
to choose what I chosen I choose
for yet in my profile I choose to be now random denial
3/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
I miss the lilt…
There's a balance in nature, denial or not
And when we try to divorce ourselves from it
We are ignoring the hole that opens there
Which has to be filled by something…
And we're not always careful about what fills it
It's unnatural, this oversight
And the breach it creates is something we can't fathom
Nagging there, underneath it all
There's a rule to measure everything
The breadth, the depth, the height, the length
Hardness, moisture, pressure, temperature
Calculating age
But there's no rule for this
Or maybe… it's life
I miss a lot of things
I miss commas, periods, dashes, double letters in the editing of life
But more than anything… I miss the lilt
There's so much hope,
yet much more denial;
There's so much more;
Sadness and crying;
All those all befores just keep circling;
coming back over and over again;
Let us forgive, lets forgive ourselves and us and everyone esle;
Let's forgive and be blessed;
Let's forgive and be less sinless;
Where is this love God speaks of;
And how is it love when there's so much sin full,
conditions seems to be getting worse;
Looks like we're never over coming this curse;
There's so much hope,
yet much more denial;
There's so much more;
Sadness and crying;
All those all befores just keep circling;
coming back over and over again;
Let us forgive, lets forgive ourselves and us and everyone else;
Let's forgive and be blessed;
Let's forgive and be less sinless;
10/24/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
You're a slave
to the domination of your choosing.
You're so naïve.
Simple denial creates confusion.
Just admit it.
That you have a problem
It's so obvious to us all
Just admit it and take the fall
We are delusioned.
We think that we are free.
We're so bound
By our own mindful sound.
Our thoughts twist.
We refuse to acknowledge.
We purposely miss
The escape route that is made.
We are enslaved
To the gods of this world
To carnal minded thinking
Instead of refreshing renewal.
How do we escape?
When all there is to see
Is the constant failure
The repetitive redundancy
Do we stand?
Cast off evil imaginations,
Let our minds have revelation,
And our spirits impartation.
It's no joke.
The hardest armor to wear
The armor of God
Yet it defends us rightly.
No penetration.
The boundaries are set.
But the battle lines
Are in our own minds.
Can you win?
Will you stand up to yourself?
To the ideas you've adopted.
The values you claim true.
The mind's playground.
Full of imaginations
Deceitful in it's own passivity
But there is another…
Enslaved to God
Thinking thoughts He gives
Not all is lost in this generation
New thoughts given rejuvenation
I will stand.
Even in the field of myself.
When my mind is against me
When everything else is failing.
It's either, or.
The choice is well-defined.
You're either for or against.
Which do you choose?
Romans 6:22 - But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to
God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life.
Form:
June 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 10-12
Key Verse – Job 10:2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DOES NOT CONDEMN US
Praise be to God for not condemning us; instead
He pardons our confessed sins relieving us from:
Distress with dejection
Despair toward dismay
Destruction then downfall
Dearth’s disastrous defect
Discouragement midst denial
Job 11:7 Praise be to the Lord for allowing Himself
to be found by us in our search midst His:
Empowering salvation
Endearing satisfaction
Enduring Scriptures
Enabling sanctification
Enclosing sustenance
Job 12:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
His hand that keeps on:
Fixing our future by His fervent finality
Firming our faith upon His functional frame
Freeing us from failure-flight in His fellowship
Fortifying our faithfulness against foolishness-fall
Following us, fostering our family’s friendship forever. Amen!
June 2, 2024