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What Is A Poet 7
As Poems Can Be Musical
With no stumbling blocks
Be true and authentic
Don’t be a cookie cutter
Write fluently like a painted picture
Eyes are like windows to the soul
Whatever you feed, it grows
Trust the process, as lighting bugs glow
Become free spirited into a wonderful manuscript
Rhythms and rhymes upon unfiltered poems
Hand written language equals meaningful sun sets
Specific words structured is called stanzas
Write your own story through whimsical dreams
You don’t need anyone's validation you see
Poetic authors write for endless hours isolated
Always with a cup of coffee indeed
Remain humble as the wind passes through unspoken trees
A ranging hunger deep inside,
a twisted coat of shame
a free-wielding fire
that nothing can contain
It can not be extinguished,
the searing sword of lust
to feed the growing hunger
that turns ashes into dust.
How insatiable it must feel,
the demanding, constant drive
when feeding the growing need
makes you feel alive.
It's variations of emotion,
where love is but discourse
because you crave something more
an intimate, emotional divorce.
Everything can't be cuddled,
making love will not suffice
where pain equals pleasure
needs aren't always nice.
The world is not a PG page,
nor only black and white
sometimes it calls for a freak
and not a gentle knight.
That people are great,
but sadly they tend to be those under three and over thirty.
That everyone projects (their own hopes and fears),
but almost everyone is unaware they’re doing it.
That the generation gap is wider than ever,
and that youth in America have lost all respect for their elders.
The reason for this is the steady eroding of authority for the past 60 years,
and a desire of parents to be “friends” and equals with their kids.
Being friends with one’s children is something that should come in old age,
or at least after they are adults.
The only exception to this loss of respect is in the Native American culture,
but sadly that is about all they have left.
No one is equal to another,
because equal is a function of quantity not quality.
Women have no facial hair to strengthen the mother/child bond when nursing,
and this is a big evolutionary step up from our other Great Ape relatives.
This is the kind of epiphany probably only a father with a beard could have,
but just because a guy has it doesn’t mean it ain’t so.
Most social problems facing the world today are a result of denying biology,
but those wanting to change the world can only accept nurture over nature.
That there is always unfinished business,
and that welcoming the ripening of this karma is the best approach.
Lemons are good,
but lemonade is better.
(7/7/23)
Can you imagine a world that has only peace and no more war
Living as equals so there is nothing to fight for
Can you imagine a world where there will be no more sin and nobody ever mentions the colour of your skin
Can you imagine a world where you still have a choice
Where we all stand together, talking with one voice
Can you imagine a world where there is no hunger or starvation?
Standing together, not strangers but as one nation
Can you imagine a world where your religion is your choice?
When all the world is prying, they are heard in one voice
Can you imagen a world where you can stop people dying
Mend broken hearts and stop the painful crying
Can you imagine a world no longer broken and torn apart,
If you could have a world of peace, where would you start
Madly, Deeply, Truly
I am writing this poem just for you,
Because madly, deeply, truly,
I love you.
Your love has given a life to me.
All I can give you is simply me.
All the love, you have given to me,
Has improved everything for me.
For you and I have become us.
Love, lust, passion, trust.
You plus me equals love.
One plus one, equals us.
My dream woman, you took my heart with just one look.
You are the muse I need to write a thousand poetic books.
My angel sent from up above.
My heart is yours; it’s full of love.
My heart I have given to you, so I could become us.
I’ll love you long after I turn to dust.
I will be with you in Heaven if there is no end for us.
My beautiful Angel…
You are loved.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lights - camera - action
A call - anonymous - reaction
The scene - red - what happened?
Bodies, bodies, bodies
The weapon - a gun
The reason - still unknown
The reporters crowd like vultures
Each with their own bias,
Each with their own made-up story
But all with a common agenda -
Victimise the enemy - villanise the innocent
Black innocence, white guilt
They’ll focus, sympathy -
On the suspect - how up until now they were perfect
They were white, so they must be in the right
The victim was black - it had to be self defence
The news will claim it isn't a serious offence
The courts favour power
A badge equals - a get out of jail free card
The verdict comes in - the officer in question -
Was found -
Not guilty
Build a best world,
to build a world for
the equality...the other differences,
they remain yes, but the fight will be
to not prioritize differences for
establish disciplinary policies...
Differences should not exclude from
normal citizenship processes...
We are equivalent beings in civil rights
and equivalents to spirituality...
Do not exist best color! there must only be value...
Value is acquired, value is learned... if it is developed...
pure reality... another thing, total illusion... !
The value is differentiated when it is for the virtue service...is a higher value difference than yes
deserves to be cultivated...
So let's promote a difference to the top,
for spirituality...
We need to prepare for growth...
Let us be tall, citius, altius et fortius, always fair,
understanding with our peers without prejudice in behavior. let's be beings
superiors considering others as equals...
PS poem inspired by printed words
in Lewis Hamilton's Formula One Pilot T-shirts .
As ageing growing old;
It turns out, most grumpy stale people used to be grumpy young people;
This I believe it is so;
Ageing doesn’t turn a cheerful person into a grouch;
Now that I’m older I need to go get and off this couch;
The birth we’re born then we were young this is the prequel;
As ageing growing archaic elders then not treated as equals;
We are sounder problem-solvers;
And can sooner quickly draw the message from an argument;
Neither am I poor nor destitute but now I’m on a fix budget:
As ageing growing old;
Being comfortable a must and not being stylish anymore;
A sense of urgency comes with ageing, I know who I am;
And to whom I AM PRAYING;
Do you, hear what I’m saying;
The nice thing about getting older is you have seen it all, lived it all, felt it all;
As ageing growing old yes! We all see it all, live it all, feel it all;
(if we don’t die before we’re 45)
As ageing grows old, I sigh;
As I remember what my grandparents had said why...
As ageing growing old OH! my;
06/13/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
For UNO 2019 Intergenerational Poetry Contest
God?
Love?
Surprise Surprise (Sweet Bird of Paradox)!
Mother?
How Do You Sleep?
I Found Out
Me - a Working Class Hero
I'm Losing You!
This once Jealous Guy
Now a ghost
to my grown Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)
Spirit Now lives
Tight A$ Steel and Glass Isolation!
Imagine? Nobody Told Me
I'm Moving On Borrowed Time
While Watching The Wheels go by!
Remember: John Sinclair?
My #9 Dream about Instant Karma of mine?
Whatever Gets You Thru The Night Woman!
Power to the People!
Hold On!
Grow Old With Me?
Give Peace A Chance!
Gimme Some Truth!
Ah…(Just Like) Starting Over?
Or going Cold Turkey?!
Post Thanksgiving demise.
arithmetic was never my cup of tea
yet i know two minus one
equals you minus me
whatever happened to our wonderful attraction
when did we become this silly subtraction
can you so easily
subtract me from your heart
add someone new and then
depart
add me back so we will be
one plus one equals you and me
don't let little problems divide us
just let the good times multiple for us
our love each day is adding up to grow
please don't subtract us to zero
pretty baby can't you see
one plus one equals you and me
for two minus one equals you minus me
it just wouldn't add up for you or for me
(1980's)