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From this glazed window over the wide and bare plain,
I contemplate mounts covered in white...
breathing the purest air, watching a kite
fly in a cloudless sky that yesterday was filled with rain!
Do I wish for spring? No, because landscapes attest
that winter is also beauty despite cold and snow!
Do I feel great sadness? No, because stillness is rest
for a weary spirit like mine surviving on a warm glow!
Cuddled up in a wool blanket that grandma crocheted
on harsh winter nights, I'm munching on warm bread...
the kind baked in a break oven so deliciously crunchy;
winter stay, let me reminisce those past ones so hasty!
For many winter days are dreary, for me it's subtle silence that lasts...
allowing more serene thoughts that have a better reflective view!
Do I rather see snow than a green meadow gleaming with dew?
My answer is yes, because it rushes in another awaited Christmas!
From this glazed window over the bare and wide plain,
I spot a lonely shallow struggling and feeling much pain;
it stayed behind to discover a beautiful season that the others dislike...
fly into my palm, small bird and admire those mounts covered in white!
I scorn thee, Puberty! Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached, let thine eyes droop,
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Forsaken specs findeth young Phillip (me),
He the first noble son born of Sir Mike,
That betrothed Diane, mother of he (me);
Neareth NASA lived they by Houston’s dike,
We plus two girl offsprings I still dislike;
Turneth back time to nineteen ninety five,
Thus now the setting as ocean, we dive.
I of ten years then plus three more years aged,
By mine mom’s woven hand rags yet adorned,
Draperies bindething spirits encaged,
Mine lot too ignorant still ‘be forlorned,
For two years would pass ‘fore Nike I yearned;
Looken now friends, at thine narrator’s dress,
Mine costumes for school were each mismatched mess.
And hath we not yet speaketh mine afro?
Then let us for humor’s saketh too laughs
For atop mine snow pale flesh did it grow!
It was beneath that nest mine brain did graphs
On one Tuesday morn; during sixth grade math,
Unbeknownst of a sneaking wretched pest:
That ineffably named prepubescent guest.
Still in present times remember I can’t,
What the hell kindled mine loins ablaze,
Yet fiery flames of embarrassment
Secretly smoldered through my brainy haze;
When mine teacher upon me called that I raise,
And thus stirred the scene I’ve oft reflected,
The moment I’ve chosen for my most embarrassing?
When in 6th grade math class I stood up…
…fully erected
He’s being chased by The Department,
Now his livelihoods at stake.
What was once a beautiful, restful sleep,
Has become a twitching wake.
It started when he refused to paint a face,
And that was the end, or so he thought.
But then the rage became a point,
And he was standing upright in court.
He was accused, assumed of all the guilt,
He was set upon by the law,
And even when the liar confessed,
He had to fight some innocent war.
Still, The Department waited 15 months,
Before they put him back without a fight,
And now they want to remove him again,
Because they dislike poetic write.
The Department have assumed his guilt,
It never mattered how absurd the lie.
The Department’s made him feel less than human,
I think the Department wants him to die.
believe it or not I love everybody
I come from a long line of constraints
I am often told what I can and can't
Yet still I love everybody
Respectively I deplete deploring circumstances
That's got me embraced I am conditioned and treated by the color of my face
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Can ignore the realities everyone does not like me
isn't against me
You dislike me because I'm different than you
This is your point of view
Construed, miscued
Some relish in prejudice
For it's the few that confounds and contains me
This is the racial reality
For you see prejudice there's no place here for you in me
You see in spite of this I still love everybody
And I grieve the few and hatred
with a Holy kiss
I love everybody
There's no room for prejudice in my heart
1/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Biography
The wind blew hard last night
the bedroom window was open I was too lazy
to get up and close it.
I was thinking of writing my biography but found
my life was too tedious to write about it,
Anyway I have only come alive for the last thirty years
before that, I lived in a bubble of self-loathing,
Of course, I could have written about my many illnesses
but I dislike self-pity.
I used to be a seafarer and remember vaguely how bored
it made me after ten years; sea life is for losers.
I could have written about women there has been a few, but most of
my affairs were insignificant, sex has no purpose if love is not involved.
I finally got up found a blanket and slept till nine.
Self-biography is mostly self-serving, and we only remember
the right part and our pretension.
God in His great wisdom
made an eternal selection
a people for himself
He chose by election
This He did before all time
the creator first chose indeed
out of His great love a people
to be His own special seed
God has promised to keep those
who come to Him by faith
that before earth's foundation
they were Christ's, scripture saith
Many dislike this doctrine
but God has eternally said
no man can come to the father
unless life is given to the dead
This life can only come
when man is born again
so a new birth is God given
to rescue from satin's den
All that are elected in Christ
Jesus death was them alone
He died on the cross
for their sins to atone
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‘Ossi’, what Western side likes them to call,
East returning complements with ‘pushy’,
No more stands there the brick-and-mortar wall,
Love’s lost still in old animosity.
The wall o’er a decade and half back fell,
Yet, an iron curtain still them divide,
Minds cannot meet over the wall of pride,
Hurt heart and prejudice can’t that gulf scale.
‘I’d rather a spouse from a foreign shore
‘Bring than one from behind iron curtain,’
Felt one from across the long secured door,
Deep and wide does divide decades of pain.
Here lingers a dislike, there disdain old,
What venom brethren nurse for each other!
An open war has turned into one cold,
Togetherness in search of fair tether!
‘Too hot’ for us these women from the West,
‘Hard to please, pushy, far too material,
‘Everything about them seems commercial,
‘From old world do we come and too modest’.
‘Too darn dense be these people from the East,
‘Lacking any a style whatsoever,
‘Forever on a bargain-hunting heist,
‘Let them savour their old odious flavour’.
Wall was felled to enable two-way flow,
Heads still finds it hard to communicate,
Bridges and trains, mutual dialogue to grow,
Yet, hard it is distanced hearts to placate.
Love and passion when at a premium come
In too short a period of years fifteen,
Old prejudices play a harder drum,
Not easy 'tis long-closed closets to clean.
World has its Kashmir, long-gulfed Koreas too,
And torn-apart people elsewhere a few,
A healer great, mighty teacher is time,
If not today, morrows may sing in rhyme.
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The Berlin Wall came down some 15 years back on 9th November1989. But the iron curtain continues to divide the two people that history separated. Only two per cent of marriages every year are between the East and the West Berliners, which under normal conditions should have brought together one-third to half of the couples in a city its size. Yet, they are 12 times more likely to marry foreigners. After the wall fell, there came the euphoria only to die soon. A lingering dislike persists between the two sides. Yet, in all fairness 15 years is too short a period to mitigate the wounds inflicted by 60 years of separation. Time, let us hope, will prove a great healer that it is.
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Happenings | 01.11.04 |
Hurt Europe
Starmer and Macron dislike leaving the scene of a crime, not yet concluded, they will meet for lunch to discuss how they can prolong the Ukraine war and help Zelinsky win over Putin’s Russia, they have been sidelined by Trump who wants peace and gets his praise, a Nobel Medal
Trump, the man doesn't want them meddling it is his alone, needs not a humiliated Europe to snag get their foot in with left-winged nonsense Rutte, the new NATO boss has read the ruins he talks about China to please the USA and thinks of sending troops to defend Indonesia.
After lunch, Starmer had lamb chops, Macron had oysters they walked to the Louvre and spoke about European culture, forgetting Europe is not a state but a landmass of many countries that might not share their knowledge of Rodin, later they went to Cabaret in Montmartre
Are you beige?
Do you speak with the rest?
words with no validity,
just like froth in the wind.
Do you copy and try to emulate your neighbour
to prove and justify who you are,
by getting a big car .
Do you dislike individuality?
those who wear outlandish clothes,
who think ,to you,crazy thoughts,
Are your opinions always the right ones?
and everyone else is wrong.
do you understand
that not all are the same?
Does your life have to be neat and tidy?
All in its place.
Or do you love the wild woods
with all its inhabitants .
Do you dislike messy things?
like seagulls who dive and bomb
while protecting their young.
Do you think that all should be killed?
Like those who oppose
those who shout and scream at injustice.
Are you a religious person?
understanding not the words anew,
watching the poor
succumb and die through lack of funds.
It has been written
That after being blessed in turn you bless
those who need help.
What is profit to you?
at what cost money in an unsafe bank
Big dwelling that you dont really need.
Are you more worthy ?
than others in this world
self entitled than your fellows.
Are you beige ?
like all the rest suburban automatons
all dancing to mechanical tunes.
-I AM NOT BEIGE.-
Andrew P McIntyre 27/02/2022..
I'll write only of my biggest fault,
over it, I daily agonize.
My heart and soul are under assault
I need to conceptualize.
I can't seem to conquer my dislike
of ignorance, I can plainly see,
As I introspect, there's disquiet
blaming is not where I want to be.
Realizing many cannot afford
a college degree, even a class,
And many with a degree ignored
truth, giving conspiracy a pass.
So, each of us could open a book...
on one hand, I love the concept
of thriving, thinking, but sure to look
where we're going before we have leapt.
Disliking a mind willing to be
told what to think, to believe, to speak
I'm discarding all their qualities
closing my mind, refusing to seek.
A closed mind, a form of ignorance
so I've come full circle with my despair.
I've fallen prey to my dissonance.
A conundrum that needed some air.
April 30, 2023
for “Character Traits” poetry contest
by Angela Tune