Long Discriminatory Poems
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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
Work harder.
Work harder.
Work harder.
You are a black woman living in a white man's world
You have to be better.
You have to do better.
You have to want it better.
No mistakes - they'll attack you if you do
Better yet they'll wait for the ball to drop on you
Don't falter. Don't crack.
If they see that they will attack
You don't have the privilege to break
The mirror will help you to mask your face -
This is all so fast paced
It has to be, you need to win the race
No stopping for a breather - they'll take your place
That's what the world tells a black girl Everyday
No time to be human
No time to ask why
You just have to accept it, 'it's not your place to pry'
What outlets do we have,
To save our mental health
We could try therapy, but the stigma prevents that
The world tells us to lose a few, 'you can't be black and fat'
Is it really fat or is it the jealousy of what you lack
I'm not fat I'm curvy, either way nothing is wrong with that
Fat, skinny, curvy, our bodies are not a video for you to react
Or maybe, we'll take the deeper route
And carve a perfect smile on our face
To cover up the pain,
We could decorate our skin, maybe then we won't go insane
We are not allowed to cry, so I'll bleed tears my own way
What I do won't upset them - if I don't live another day
Or maybe a few pills to rid the problem that they see
Maybe I'll give them what they want and join my ancestors in the sea
Problem solved, you won't have to deal with the actions that you caused
The media will call her a burnout
Then use the label of 'crazy'
To define her personality trait
Point being for a black woman, there will never be an escape
Just a system reusing a cycle of discriminatory hate
The life of a black woman
Is a struggle everyday
From the day of our birth
To the day we never awake
The world takes for granted the culture we provide
Take advantage of our nature, we are oh so very kind
Then burden us with the weight of the problems the world may hide
And after all we've done they'll take credit, ignoring all our sacrifices and have the audacity to never have apologised
"The Beating Heart and Our Skin"
When the heart of a
people stops -
blood brothers
and sisters -
when does God
walk in?
there is no
waiting patiently
when children
are taken
by the monster
who grins
when does God
walk in?
to assuage
the Hell burning
non-discriminatory
in the lower levels
stoking its war
beneath our skin
when does God
walk in?
Beneath our skin
am I not that
I am
somewhere
within,
watching
we watch the fall
complacent
for we are human
what can we do?
we are we.
and that is them.
God
watches
the ghosts of
all the others
calling Morse code
to The Supreme Other
God watches
their mothers.
where does it all end?
where does it all begin?
the heart
starts beating
under the skin
Holy Ghosts within
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Teardrop”/Massive Attack
https://youtu.be/u7K72X4eo_s
Buzova near Kyiv, a mother
https://youtu.be/EPW-4JES6q0
Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty
Mariupol
Russian claims more than 1,000 Ukrainian troops surrender in Mariupol / BBC News
https://youtu.be/jd2MYpt4THE
Finland to decide on joining Nato - as Russia gathers troops for new offensive / Channel 4, UK
https://youtu.be/9p11LM2YLtM
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.
Ordinarily, a discriminatory
guardedness factors large what I air
in close confidential quarters
within therapist office bare
ring pocked marked soul
of this feigned cheer
full contemplative, introspective,
and ruminative despair
ring fellow, whose unfettered
stream of consciousness
(oxbow lakes included) doth endear
me, asper when posting private
psychological scars fair
lee calloused now, during mine
placid lake state of being oblivious
if online readers scowl and/or glare
at how emotional
exposure seems cavalier,
yet the medium of cyberspace
deafens me against hear
ring objectionable outbursts,
thus not impair
ring ambition to reveal
much more about myself unaware
if some gal or guy
smolders with jeer
ring refulsion, not care
ring in the least about
regarding my dear
re licked existence, more so,
when bane of adolescence
as a nerd with longhair
internalized verbal assaults,
I let fester and roil
beating a path to air
tight impenetrable redoubt,
now demolition paid for by medicare
expunging angst, which
severely bruised ego, a nightmare
courtesy being nay say,
non braying "scapegoat" ne'er dare
ring to fight back, no...
never went nuclear
well...eons ago
admit swiped at spouse
altercations (often) triggered,
when the missus did swear
at me anger brewed
from her own overbear
ring similar saga (wallflower)
silently suffering scare
tactics loosed from anti semitic barbs
both our lineage of Jewish here
reddit tee, though near
re a jot, sans religion
Haim Ginott bore ye,
foyer hall ready aware
tummy, and no qualms declare
ring atheism asthma prayer
full leitmotif dog bless ya mud ear!
Wow! welcoming the dawn the series of events yet linger on I fight for the calls and fight for your calls because by the laws we are to be free and freed I protect the liberties and all this meant to me and in reality my freedom rings so I sing with My soul and Spirit I acknowledge you God for I fear that in all honesty and brevity you will never forget me I am a man the son of God.
Memorialize me remember me
He was a young man drafted, volunteered and sent off to a conflict in a war
Left his family behind worrying wondering went off overseas to other lands to protect our freedoms some lived some died
memorize me remember me
Captive freedoms spreading discontent fighting for our liberties hellbents being prayed for trying to stay alive while drenched and bullets that's you please discriminatory rage hostel climate freedoms smear I welcome hope I thank you for your pride your protecting of the yolk welcoming the dawn series of liberties events still linger on I have fallen I have fell for your freedom Liberty comes just keep believing so as a marriage it'll be death do us part memorialize me remember me
5/31/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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
Matthew's latest blank key
Impossible mission, nevertheless
I take figurative aim
to craft poem without
experiencing wrathful blame
avoiding explicitly, ignominiously, specifically...
referencing mine heterosexual counterpart
that infamous she,
whom did ruthlessly claim
yours truly as her husband
snatching mine happy
go lucky bachelorhood
two dozen plus decades ago
(revered singular status
belonging to me),
one latitudinally and longitudinally
i.e. height and weight challenged dame
during earlier years of our marriage
prone to prematurely ejaculate and exclaim
expletive laced epithets toward me
once burnt twice shy,
courtesy unidentified heartbreaker
nonetheless pledged
her troth and did coldly frame
wedded covenant predicted
on mutual (of Omaha)
perk hens pact regarding fidelity
abiding rules linkedin
with matrimonial adult game.
Henceforth any future
reasonable rhyme I crochet
with words must not mention
name of spouse lest she flay
these lovely bones
and verbally inveigh
husband hoot hook literary leeway
time gone by to broadcast blithely,
albeit electronically
which liberty not okay
the missus pointedly did relay.
No idea why personal details
(about myself) shared with zeal
(hoop fully to curry spicy reciprocity)
yours truly not exceptionally discriminatory,
when rusty cogs turn with much friction
barnacle encrusted cerebral
spongy bobbing square wheel
likened to (nails scraping
across chalkboard) -
which action evokes screeching squeal
an artifact of yesteryear school days
seen courtesy thirty five millimeter
black and white silent newsreel
portraying parochial
(baby boomer) kids
analogous to well trained dogs did heel
good luck heading toward
principal office filing lament better off
seeking devil (who wears Prada
or the latest couture) to appeal.
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