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Electoral mortification
The ego of one man
chaotically divided a nation.
Hypnotically humiliated
and brought its people into dissolute hatred,
plucking each other limits.
Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds.
This team of trumpers!
imperious loud mouths,
puissant leaches stumping on others,
with ominous filthy words.
Despicable regard for biblical equal.
Do not unto others what you would not do unto yourself.
Leave the hate,
it’s like a malignant tumor,
it consumes time to no avail.
Color is just a shade,
Blood in man is indeed unique,
whether it was brown skin Jesus, dark skin Moses you or me.
as it retains a unified bond beyond us.
Someday,
I may need you and you may need me
for something grater than -
this evil influence crawling into our lives.
Your cry and my cry the same, seeking comfort.
©Al Juman -The "said" Poet, 11/25/2019
truth is I never have been with a woman I felt like saying "I wanna change me" Truth is I changed my appearance and apparel because I didn't wanna be identified as one them who was sterile. I put all my eggs in one basket like they said I shouldn't, I'm a cancer emotional needy, but I make decisions logically not with what I feel in my left bosom, Truthfully speaking I stopped going to church because I was tired of looking at the building, Yeah they say it's supposed to be for the sick but all I noticed was a bunch of egotistical hypocritical leaders to intuned with their feelings, lay members sitting in the pew acting like they don't have the power to do what God say they could do, but is it our fault here's what I found out, here in the U.S most of us don't practice what we be preaching about and if that's hypocritical I guess we all are guilty, no matter how low or high all of us filthy. Make disciples preach the Gospel now that's what I'm on whether the area is moderate or hostile so in the essence I left the building on a simple command, make disciples of ALL lost sheep not just those in this so called promise land
A summer, I returned to my father's farm vine.
I spotted him alone in the field, sipping wine.
Come here, my son, he said, smiling.
I have a question to ascertain your grasping.
"See this son?" he pointed to a ripe vine.
Please explain to me the magic of wine.
It is no magic..." His gaze made me sigh.
"It's a miracle," he said as he drank hereby.
This vine was nothing past January.
It was merely a wilted, dry stub filthy.
Spring awakened this ancient wood.
Vigorous, strong, green, with mood.
Summer brings these auld seeds to life.
This time it grew bigger and ran rife
The wine we made smacks when sip.
In it, I am able to forget the hardship.
Your mother's grave, close to mine
Are you clever than me? Will you dine?
Wondrous miracle, I said, sipping my wine.
Do you think I'm a clinging vine?
Written: November 16, 2021
''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf
*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..
Down the alley I see the well—
beside it, a quiet distress.
A rainbow behind you shows seven colours,
yet within it you emit only grey.
What lies inside you?
Do those shattered windows tell a story no one knows,
or are your walls themselves stained
with a tale no one dares to hear?
Those withered flowers seem to hold a promise—
unless they were buried
for someone who could never keep one.
The fog that surrounds you
seems to isolate the world,
but never you.
You look almost royal;
no wonder you have no kin.
You understand blood too well—
its scent, its taste—
a knowledge that horrifies the soul.
Perhaps one day
I will come to clean you…
only to meet my demise.
The war
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Undying failure
Confrontation is the only option
You’ll endure…surrender
Be fair…be aware
because we’ll fight with bare
hands will transform
to fists
and we have no time
for pacifists
The blood smeared
On the weapons
Doubling our army
Double the agonizing shouts
Trotting in frustration
When will this aggressiveness end?
Confront the poor
And the pacifists
And fight the rich
And the mere fools
With armor
made of hard material
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Because I’m over…
I’m done with you all
I’ll not listen to your fear-lurking call
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Are you ever pacifist?
Don’t lift up your wretched fist
Or I’ll smear it in the mist
Don’t play me as a fool
The warfare
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Confrontation will eventually
take its toll
Please…
don’t take it as a foolish game
So be aware
and play fair
or I’ll tear
your amusement…your greed
and smear it on your
destructible weapons
A beautiful chicken sandwich
That came from Chick-fil a
I wished I'd fixed a Manwich
That bought sandwich was horrible~ aye
I wish at Chick-fil-a I had let it stay
The chicken breast looked dire
As if cooked on a filthy grill
'Twould make my cooking look higher
Almost chef inspired with frills
It was dry and tasteless
Oh! My! I couldn't eat much 'twas wasteless
The bread had an scent
It wasn't skunk or mold,
On eating it I was not bent
If I could be so bold
And that Lettuce, a disgrace
I now understand why
It was on the low cal menu place
None could eat more than few bites sigh
If bought, their appetite would definitely go
I will never as long as memory holds
Order another one from there ~so
This story I bravely tell you bold....
I have ordered other items from there and they were edible so I would get something else there is everyone wanted Chick-Fil-A.
Incident At Owl Inn
A simple call placed to the authorities created panic
Police and Fire vehicles speeding, crashing into each other
Everything they could, in pursuit of the truth
Hysterical hectic red sirens spinning out of control to Owl Inn
Officers of the law drawing guns mercilessly in all directions
One young cop shot his foot in his fervor to kill anything in sight
The captain of the force, ugly breath, panting, takes the Inn in storm
Grabs the manager close and begins his rant
While fire department and police jump and gyrate uncontrollably about
Proprietor Pepper was glowing with concern about the crime
His dissertation was anything but calm or kind
Room 209 was the subject at hand of something odious and grand
A man called John was filthy guilty according to the manager
Who could not continue speaking at this time
But wrote a note about the incident while nearly collapsing
Captain trembled as he read the message, turning pale and gray
In his mind this was a crime of the highest magnitude
Of malfeasance, impropriety, to perpetrate such nasty deeds
The chambermaid was interrogated for hours
She confessed to seeing the man from 209 but once
She told detectives she had soap at home to wash her mind
And screamed at them to leave her be in peace to cry
Scientist, archaeologist and pharmacist were called in
To measure every square inch of room and surrounding Inn
Firemen chopped down the door of 209 to find the truth
The captain of police made his announcement to the gathering
The note of the proprietor was read aloud as follows
“The occupant of room 209 stole 2 small hotel soaps and escaped into the night.”
“We suspect he is from New Jersey.”
Everyone was shocked, confused, did not know what to think or do
What was the bigger crime; stealing hotel soap or being from New Jersey?
EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT ALRIGHT IS FINE
You root for the villain, you pray for the hero;
You wonder who has the money, which has a dime;
Whither or not he's guilty of the crime;
Hands are dirty, filled with grime;
Lord, Please help me and you have caused your right on time;
Right on time, right on time, right on time;
Everything is alright and alright Lord your mine;
Everything is alright and alright is fine;
You are guilty;
A filthy sinner;
But you've been, you have been forgiven;
With a merited grace, you shall see the Lord's face, (in peace)
You shall fall on His mercy seat and not His judgement seat;
Our (your) hands are dirty, filled with grime;
Lord, Please help me and you have caused your right on time;
Right on time, right on time, right on time;
Everything is alright and alright Lord your mine;
Everything is alright and alright is fine;
Right on time, right on time, right on time;
Everything is alright and alright Lord your mine;
Everything is alright and alright is fine;
2/6/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2010, 2018©
Arranged music by Jonathan Kabore
From anthology “KABORE PRAISE”
Have you ever watched a sitting
of an Australian parliament
For thirty years or more my attention has been absent
From what I do recall
the language that they use
is full of vitriolic abuse
They have inflated audacity
in what they do believe
They are empowered to enslave us
it's a model I aggrieve
These parliamentarians, they are described as sitting members
when supposedly "democratically" elected
But are they ever sitting, seems to be they're mostly lying
It's a deceptive model, which for three decades,
I have vehemently rejected
And then to rub our noses in the dirt,
they assume the title, the honourable member. How can this be is this a joke
Dishonourable is more apt, treat the sleeping population with contempt
For so many decades this dis-empowering system
Why have the people never been awoke
Such atrocious decisions that are surely made
Conscript young men to fight another nasty corporation war
No love for humanity or for themselves
do we need them? Such direction I abhor
The irony of it all is that we are forced to vote for a so called democracy
Such corruption such a sham
war propaganda, lose your job if you're not jabbed
all these lies issued, to perpetrate a filthy scam
And there's the pensioners, the disadvantaged
who exist, just above the line of being poor
Whilst these parliamentary parasites
send millions to support a Ukraine/Russian war
I maintain no desire, for another human being
to claim he represents me, in any shape or form
And so I do declare a pledge , to do all within my power
to deviate from all political norm
How to educate the public, where does one begin
Of the treasonous system embedded deep within
My allegiance is to adhere to the principles
of our loving Father, existing hgh above
To include each and every day
a simple message of harmony peace and love