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There was a man with integrity that nobody can impugn.
The man who I'm speaking of was Daniel Boone.
This man was truly a great pioneer.
He lived a long life, nearly 86 years.
People are amazed by the incredible feats that he did.
In 1756, he married Rebecca Bryan and had ten kids.
As a young man, he served with the British military during the French and Indian war.
In July of 1776, he rescued his daughter and two other girls from Indian captors.
Sadly, the Shawnees shot and killed his brother Ned.
They thought they shot Daniel and that he was dead.
Boone was elected to the Virginia Legislature in 1781.
During an Indian attack, he lost another brother and Israel, his son.
He founded the town of Boonesborough in Kentucky.
When it came to having this frontiersman, we were lucky.
Boone went on to live until 1820.
People owed this true hero plenty.
A night unlike any
If there be any to represent
Yet a time too many
Simply a time need never borrow to lend
Boredom... an ultimacy
With never the ending cure
And with something new... a probability
Isn’t there always boredom to endure?
Aloofness for a temporal time
Loneliness for the most part
With without someone to find
To always be alone... is never hard
To have the most of everything
The receiving end never fails
Or have you a life a founded cause to mean?
Loneliness shall soil your trail
Nights perhaps too many
Simply a beginning with never an end
This night if unlike any
What is my time represent?
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Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
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12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
"Help me to write my God
Oh, Lord allow in me to share the light
LO!, My ears began to itch;
I was dumb founded;
My hands did I rub;
They to began to itch, also;
So many, so many, many words;
So much sadness in this world;
Do people even read anymore;
You there with many eyes and ears to witness;
So many great poets in this ole world, many far better than I;
O’ and my God you pointed out, "shared from Go”,
Is important;
I just write what I feel;
For yes it is real;
For if one writes truth then;
We are all they are sharing the Light;"
Inspired and Dedicated to Poet Robert Lindley based on his words in bold
8/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
An immigrant nation
Imprisoning immigrants
Not equally born or not born
Of its natives and considered
Criminals is indeed oxymoronic
In a country founded by immigrants
Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous
People of their bordered lands
And nearly extincting them
Via hue-skin oppression
In a supposedly new found nation
Baptized with the the blood of those
Who simply became natives of a new
Claimed land that would no longer be theirs
Saved their newly assigned residential bordered
Land areas whose nourishing earth-grounds
Were later re-stolened in oxymoronic thanksgiving
Thus today’s oxymoronic musky trumped oligarchy
Should be no surprise to those who have survived
All the worst that has preceded our present day
Mayflowering defecation on democratic equality;
As with previous oppressive demonic political oppression
Let us dawn our liberating-overalls and get to work on
The new needed political repairs required to flush
Down political oppression over the coming years
In our continuous fight to be truly liberated
From any and all oxymoronic tuslated
Oligarchical power-mongering
Trumped political governing
Now being live streamed
And televised, 24-7:
Counter-revolution
Against us!
P.S.: Always be aware that liberation must be
Fought for and won and is never given;
Likewise let power never be bought:-
The universe won't be upset by your singing.
It doesn't matter if a piece is played on a string.
The ache in our throats hasn't disappeared.
You've lived well if you've never suffered.
My pen sparked passions within its curtilage.
My pulse rushed as I uttered a single knowledge.
The note pages are host to a mythical beast.
Only you can have my pen a talented artiste.
The books author has made the google-verse.
Become a poet to avail illuminate the universe.
I'm meditating on some blistering poems.
What are you if you aren't, soul diadems
In the light of love, the cosmos is our home.
Glory to Him who has lovers on metronome.
Who hunts his lengthy lovers truths at twilight?
Is it founded on the promises of a sleight?
Nectar and days are linked in my mind.
With a rock in my throat, I gritted my grind.
Written: September 8, 2021
Out of Control
So many problems are on the rise,
We have two individuals that have
Appeared to have lost their mind,
Whoops maybe I'm speaking a little out of line.
Make your own opinions
About what's going on.
All I know is that I'm not alone;
It's like living out a reality show.
Social media is going crazy,
Every time we log on,
Someone has said something crazy.
Everyone has a problem with something,
But when it comes to government
Everyone becomes a critic.
Why can't we have an honest leader?
A person like honest Abe,
A leader with a vision,
a man whom freed the slaves.
We need leaders and believers,
To help us fix the things that are wrong.
Instead we have individuals judging each other
Based on all the wrong things they've done.
Like watching a court show,
But the judge is judging wrong.
There's only one way to make a difference,
One way to make sure that people listen;
Stand out on the PA system.
May I have your attention please,
I've got something I'd like to say;
For all of those who want to break out of the system,
This is your chance let’s form an intervention.
Forget about who's constitutionally correct,
Or whose plan sounds more direct.
The truth is we need to return to our roots,
Our nation was founded on biblical truth;
And I think it's about time we go back to living true.
What have you heard of me oh friend?
Those who can’t beat my reach complain so silly
my description, exchanging mouths but of weight, its devoid
giving the street a diluted colour so ill-founded.
What have you heard of me oh friend?
Every shadow is seen as mine to give light words clarity
for God sake! I’m just underneath the tree
spoilers of my name preach b’cos they can’t see my base.
What have you heard of me my friend?
They are pained because I’m unperturbed and spirited
false sentences have spent a heavy budget to be efficacious
it’s not an experiment, I’m too large for their vivarium
oh friend, what have you done by embracing their culture?
Whatever you’ve heard of me friend,
you’ve joined the labourers to build my ruin
my heart is soiled, from your presence I’ve quarantined
I cried until the graveyard consoles me with its threat.
It’s a pity to me, it’s a pity to you my friend
you’ve not only heard but also said of me.
4/30/17
No more games of truth or dare
Getting to anywhere
Through the air
It's like I wasn't even there
Above the houses
And any mountains
Way out in
A place yet to be founded
Where it occasionally became clouded
Over the hills
Where the air is occasionally still
Near and far from any window sills
And fields being tilled
Or where oil is being drilled
Through different zones
Up and across roads
With varying amounts of stones
Whether similar or different biomes
All around the cliffs
Where it's still hit or miss
Staying the same or a change and shift
Across any planes and rifts
By the oceans
And ships in motion
Areas narrow or wide open
That do or don't have totems
By: Dalton Ogletree
Choreography’s Turkish Delight
On sediment at the bottom of the cup of societies
drags of dis-enfranchised masses are waiting for a
trickle from the leaks of luxury founded on coffee
planted on wealthy soil and pittances from labour
Reading the ground rules from a chalice turned
upside down and upright once more the fortune
told and retold providence destined is unchanged
its café royal remains a future chained to the past
The coffee knows what lies ahead no clairvoyance no
Tarot palm lines crystal balls psychic power needed
on the menu of the human condition's commandments
suspended the puppet master is still written in the stars
Strings attached Jo and Joan will always feed on scraps
and they are strung to grinding bones and soul to the
core while exuding aroma of sweat blood and tears so
that porcelain sheltered charm infuses delight for the few
In hypocritical slurps I write to the tune of my coffee and
choreography remains until the revolution comes in vain