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Though discriminatory asper discerning
legitimate information TIME
Magazine considered
a reliable trustworthy,
and valuable source to this rhyme
stir, who perused cover story, sans
January 28th, 2019 issue as prime
material to concoct
more serious than amusing
poem mindful not to spoil mealtime
sharing insightful ruses not so sublime
utilizing underhanded tactics that chime
with markedly innocuous discordant
undertones for longtime
(within realm of information technology)
garnering bajillion zeroes
after face value of dime
(I chose that denomination...
just book haws), suit clime
mate here, plus yours truly
aspired to fuel inquisitiveness,
since text unable to display mime
relayed by this messenger,
who questions gravity of crime
head honcho blithely
involving selling personal data
thus affecting prospects of incipient wartime.
every keystroke action typed by me,
and everybody else linkedin into web
foregoes their life details free
for selling treasured binary binded bits we
bull leave tubby encrypted, yet algorithms
invested with secret electron size key
sophisticated to sniff out valuable trove
within every pixel typed into ever re:
screen of every Internet app pre
pair ring the equivalent
of voluminous dossier lee
ving nary a trace, yet data packets
more precious than fine spun gold,
invisible electronic bursts glee
fully swept up like nobody's business – see
ming to provide a wellspring
of many a cottage industry
similar to a pugilist on par with Muhammad Ali
generating revenue, and
driving profits with accessory
trinkets or gewgaws hyped up as de
facto plum purchases, perhaps purchased online
whereat vendor (unbeknownst to patron) sells
vital transaction information to data broker he
or she obviously for a price - yes our SECURITY!
Love
Love is just a concept, but it may cover a feeling, oh harm!
Oh, oh! How I hate that word, love. The word love is a disgusting word
I didn't have love, because whoever it was ran over me, it became my life
This woman took my life, I became a hell dweller, my life is purgatory, my breath is fiery
But I'm alive, devil farms give me home, beautiful places, life here is pleasant.
I'm a forest wanderer, just a wandering soul, I have no home, my love has put (me) to sleep
Love doesn't exist, I'm just waiting for love, it's nothing but an evil illusion
I have no life, my life was killed by an English woman, death circles and dances around me
Stop ruining my life
Woman, woman, you killed me, I'm no longer part of my life, but I traded it for hope
I don't understand why you couldn't be my love?
No love, I don't deserve it, you don't give it, you don't deserve it. Love only your own life
I'm lost because of you, I'm still living my life
You are a beautiful English woman. You completely ruined my life, the life that could have been yours, for you
My life would have been yours, for you
You like me, you liked me. I know. But you don't need me. You didn't need me.
You don't need me because I'm European and Hungarian
Love doesn't exist
You are an extreme... (discriminatory)
Your love is fake
One by one those behind the catchphrase
"An end to discrimination"
Took away freedom of association,
Freedom of choice,
The freedom to form groups with any rules that,
Might seem to exclude anyone at all,
Including the totally boring or the repetitive prankster.
Club after club were forced to give up on all their traditional ways,
Until there was only one club left holding out on
Their long held beliefs and traditions.
The one club,
That was prepared to challenge those who would,
Shut them down,
This oh so cozy little group,
Who were proud of their exclusiveness.
Wise heads within the club met with those who would shut them down,
To point out that they allowed women in the club,
They allowed men in the club,
They allowed people of every political persuasion in the club,
They allowed people who were bald in the club,
Those who were short and those who were tall were welcome in the club
People of every color and nationality and sexuality could join,
But the rule to be on a waiting list would stand.
The answer came back in a letter,
Stating that the rule was discriminatory,
And they were given 10 days to comply,
Or be disbanded.
Came the last day to change their mind,
Their ranks remaining unbroken,
Their resolve unquestioned,
Everyone feeling they had earned the right to be there.
They would not budge,
The ruling they would defy,
They would fight to the end,
One and all.
And they did.
They did them selves proud,
They battled for three long weeks,
Using anything and everything at hand,
And when about to be overwhelmed,
They used their weapon of last resort,
Their dreaded stink bomb,
So, those who were the eldest,
Could escape and start another exclusive club,
And this time people would have to wait,
Until they were over seventy to join.
Word of this development got back to the authorities,
An emergency meeting was called,
And an amendment was proposed by those present,
Who were in their fifties,
To re-establish the over sixties club,
With the waiting period allowed.
They could keep their moto "age has its privileges"
And everybody lived happily ever after.
“In the jungle of life, this pussycat can turn into a roaring lion!”
Quote Poet’s own
You act like judge and jury; holier than thou
Everybody can read between each line
Sanctimonious, discriminatory old cow
Trust, you don’t know the meaning – fine
Even now you swan around like lady muck
Remember, what goes around comes around
Don’t you realize you’ll finally come unstuck
And then eventually, head deep underground
Yes, I am certain karma will have its day
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
05/04/23
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
Anything can be a weapon if you just put your mind to it
Some would call this creativity, others fear inducing
Even the mundane can be forged into an enemy of peace
Violence exists without need for movement
Weapons can be born from neutrality
Even the elements can be turned into an enemy
Used to cover up a dark history
Neutrality became a tool to the racist
Using power and narrative to manipulate -
The normality of a mundane situation
Using the simplicity of neutral existence to work in their favour
Using the innocence of nature to cover up their discriminatory behaviour
They talk of the beauty of the ocean, as if it inhabits peace -
When in reality it's filled with the enslaved bodies
Who chose death over being your 'keep'
How you glaze over the history of plantations with its 'idyllic scenery'
It was never about the beauty of the world it was just about covering up black history
And all the bodies you killed, kept hidden for centuries
A lick of paint can make a room look new and fresh
But those attempts to hide the damage, won't fix the cracks you try to suppress
The truth will always see the light of day and just like the 'cracks' in the wall it will not be oppressed
Swelling waters rage across the land;
two foot, three, four…water-tantrum’s take their toll;
capturing houses and cars.
The collection grows with every storm.
Tempests wage their war on unsuspecting trees and crops;
limbs whirl about the airways. frantically.
Four legged’s seek the higher ground for, safety’s sake;
hurricane is a non-discriminatory beats;
attacking everyone and everything in its path.
Whirling, swirling wind-tops, cut through land, neighborhoods, cities and forests;
flinging debris like a child throwing a temper-tantrum.
A spoiled brat in a rage.
Land will renew with time, cities will be re-built and birds will populate woods,
forests and parks once again; provided that,
hurricane tantrum does not repeat itself, too soon.
Nature’s children can be fussy and destructive to,
people who upset the natural balance of things.
Everything that exists has a purpose;
from the cockroach to the human.
When each does it’s part, a balance is achieved.
Kill the rats off and the pests that feed off of them;
infect dogs, cats, livestock and even homes.
Frack-crack the earth’s crust-to-the-core and
tectonic plates slide too far;
carcinogens flood water and wetlands;
killing off billions of lives.
Man, mammal, bird and fish…all gone.
Obliterate the trees and you obliterate oxygen;
obliterate oxygen and you…extinguish all life.
The human beast has, an uncanny ability to do as,
they please; never considering the consequences of,
their actions.
It’s so easy to blame nature’s other children for,
human carelessness and mistakes;
Preaching about responsibility while avoiding it.
World’s blackest child is what schoolmates
Of Clarence Thomas called him,
When they could get away with it.
They were black schoolmates mind you
So it must have been some insult.
Today Thomas is soon to become
The longest serving Supreme Court Justice
And just like when he was a kid
There are a lot who still insult him.
If he were a liberal justice he’d be lauded
As one of the greatest to have ever served.
As it is, he just is one of the greatest
Without the praise.
It’s a funny thing in America
How we so often root for the underdog,
The one who rose up from abject poverty
To the very top of achievement,
Based on merit none-the-less,
Only to undermine it all
When it turns out the underdog
Goes their own way,
Is their own person,
Especially when they are black and conservative.
It’s funny but not in a humorous way.
It’s a peculiar thing
When some kinds of individuality
And remarkable accomplishment
Are made into nothing
Simply because you “aren’t one of us.”
In the old days they called that being bigoted
Discriminatory and racist.
Today they call it being progressive and woke.
Does Justice Thomas care?
I doubt it, he lived through worse,
And he’s risen above worse.
He was, after all, the world’s blackest child
And he made that a good thing.
(9/18/26)
Deja Vu – A Love Written in the Stars
Plato tells us that in the beginning, humans were created with four arms, four legs, and two faces. Fearing their strength, Zeus split them apart, leaving each to wander the earth in search of their missing half. I prefer to believe the more romantic truth — that love, no matter the distance or the trials, always finds a way though across centuries and lifetimes.
Can True Love Ever die? Across centuries and lifetimes, can love find a way back?
Through the discriminatory whispers of relatives and peers in the past and promises of tomorrow, two souls keep reaching for each other through the fabric of time itself —Will walls of Racism, Wars, or Sorrow break them?
This duet questions whether some bonds transcend time, history, and even the cruelties of the world?
Has someone ever crossed your path and you both look back at each other with an uncanny Deja Vu feeling of a past encounter?
The answer to this eternal question can be found in the musical video duet above –
The lyrics can be followed by clicking on the CC (closed captions)
Haiku Poem
Through time’s cruel fabric
souls reach past war, hate, sorrow
love remembers love
Since the dawn of time
Poems have conceived in the minds of mankind
Engraved on their hearts
Lived through life’s parts
Beckoning to take heed
For no poem should be left behind
Poems of Birth
Poems of Rebirth
Poems of Celebration
Poems of Suffering
Poems of Death
These poems speak about life
They speak to the eyes
They speak to the ears
They speak to the mouths
They speak to the hands
They speak to the feet
For no poem should be left behind
As life's toils encroach upon thee
Let thy be reminded of those poems
Poems of ending poverty
Poems of reducing inequalities
Poems of addressing discriminatory barriers
Such poems have summoned prioritization
Such poems have summoned fast tracking action
Heed to such poems
For they pave the way for those left behind
Those with less access to health
Those with less access to education
Heed their pleas for a life of dignity
When life's toils encroach upon thee
Let thy be reminded of the power of those poems
For no poem should be left behind
When life's pleasures enrapture thee
Empower those left behind
Share a poem to them
A poem of birth
A poem of rebirth
A poem of celebration
A poem of suffering
A poem of death
For no POEM should be left behind