Long Klan Poems
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Steve loves mountaineering, he was the first,
Visually impaired person to climb El Capitan,
Solo, and there he met Karen Darke, cyclist,
Who got him into para-cycling ‘cos it had can.
“Climbing is something I really love, so I hope
[I] never have to give it up. I’m certainly going
to make the most of it while I can. I just hope
it helps to inspire [disabled people],” adding,
“to believe that anything is possible if they set
their minds to it. If I can do it, [then] anyone can.”
Steve is a total sportsman, who loves to get
Challenged, and he feels met by the bike klan.
He was born in New Zealand but is a Scot today,
Is from Moray with ailment Retinitus Pigmentosa.
He trains in Manchester with pilot Adam Duggleby,
And went down a bomb at Rio, from others’ faster.
For the Individual Pursuit B he secured the gold,
And likewise in the Road Time Trial B, gold medal,
Outside in the Road Race B he stuck in to hold,
Onto a podium placement giving a bronze pedal.
My ideas are in hiding
Afraid of the secret police
For they are in Kansas City
My poems are not wanting to goosestep
I hear glass breaking
It does not wake me up at first
But when it does I am in Minneapolis
And my poem is standing on a man’s neck
I am screaming for it to get off
He is yelling that he cannot breathe.
Terror infiltrates me as I realize I am paralyzed.
I can hear my heartbeat; double-time now.
My ideas are in a fetal position, lying under benches.
Visualizing concentration camps
Oh, excuse ME! Internment camps.
Mexican children being torn from their mother’s arms.
Crying and wailing. Cages. Dirty rotten government men.
My poems are turning themselves into stories.
I am no help. I am paralyzed. Cannot stop the thoughts though.
Swastikas are swirling around which is not comfortable.
Now the Klan! Are you kidding?
I am being marched out by chicken shi.....white hooders.
My writing is holding its breath, lying in wait
Thinking I will return. I may never be the same.
This new development has me buckling at my knees.
Someone cracks me across them with a whip.
Someone speaks Russian at me.
Craph! I barely know English.
That’s a good one my muse says, making a note.
I try to wake up, but there is someone sitting on my neck.
I cannot breathe.
I struggle,
I scream
Nothing comes out.
My worst nightmare, and of course it is three a.m.
The time I always have to go to the bathroom.
Something big is sitting on my neck and my head.
I give up, not caring about anything except breathing now.
It’s the Covid 19, my muse says. We are obsessed with it
I am so irritated, for it might not be my muse.
It might be another personality; I have plenty of them.
I sit quietly, waiting for the urge to write to pass.
Unfortunately, it never does.
Black folk kept in sad condition
By owners without contrition.
What to do, what to do?
Wage war for emancipation
And forge a fresh slave-free nation.
The Forrest-Byrd Klan and Jim Crow
Surely are the ones you should stow –
What to do, what to do?
They rule and oppress your city
Blame them not ones who set you free!
Martin loved character content
With black and white talents lent
What to do, what to do?
Stevie and Paul in unity
Played in sweet keyboard harmony.
Smooth Barack cooed high in A sharp
As Hillary lowed in B flat
What to do, what to do?
So white folks, none playing a harp,
Chose the black, how racist was that?
Oppressed rainbow coalition -
All races rate full admission.
What to do, what to do?
Name trophy oppressor maestros
Amin, Mao, Adolf, and Castro.
Critical race theory, woke
Marxist, oppressive and no joke!
What to do, what to do?
Its rancid retro racist sin
Embalmed in landfill would fit in.
My ideas are in hiding
Afraid of the secret police
For they are in Kansas City
My poems are not wanting to goosestep
I hear glass breaking
It does not wake me up at first
But when it does I am in Portland
And my poem is standing on a man’s neck
I am screaming for it to get off
He is yelling that he cannot breathe.
Terror infiltrates me as I realize I am paralyzed.
I can hear my heartbeat; double-time now.
My ideas are in a fetal position, lying under benches.
Visualizing concentration camps
Oh, excuse ME! Internment camps.
Children being torn from their mother’s arms.
Crying and wailing. Cages. Dirty rotten government men.
My poems are turning themselves into stories.
I am no help. I am paralyzed. Cannot stop the thoughts though.
Swastikas are swirling around which is not comfortable.
Now the Klan! Are you kidding?
I am being marched out by chicken white hooders.
My writing is holding its breath, lying in wait
Thinking I will return. I may never be the same.
This new development has me buckling at my knees.
Someone cracks me across them with a whip.
Someone speaks German at me.
Crapppp! I barely know English.
That’s a good one my muse says, making a note.
I try to wake up, but there is someone sitting on my neck.
I cannot breathe.
I struggle,
I scream
Nothing comes out.
My worst nightmare, and of course it is three a.m.
The time I always have to go to the bathroom.
Something big is sitting on my neck and my head.
I give up, not caring about anything except breathing now.
It’s the Covid 19, my muse says. We are obsessed with it
I am so irritated, for it might not be my muse.
It might be another personality; I have plenty of them.
I sit quietly, waiting for the urge to write to pass.
Unfortunately, it never does.
I turn on the TV and what do I see
Another unarmed teen
Shot dead in the street
When I see this
Really what's on my mind
Is the way
This has all been done
By design
All the hatred being spread
Across the country worldwide
Now it's out in the open
At one time they would hide
Families split at the border
The mention of the wall
Economic collapse
And the dollar still falls
Martial law on its way
It's coming just wait
As they continue to promote
Nothing but hate hate hate
U can say what u want
But I speak what I see
But what i see is injustice
For him them and me
It's the haves and have nots
If u have not then u screwed
Get pushed to the side
And treated so rude
The police the new Klan
Yea I said it so what
Everything nowadays
Is just so corrupt
All our freedoms at stake
If we don't stick together
So don't just take it lightly
Another storm we must weather
The Good Samaritan
Man born of woman is born of a few days and full of trouble;
Many people have good and bad inside them
Do you honor them that spitefully use and abuse you always
Do you go through live with a smile
Did I say thank you always when I receive
Dis I hold you when you were in pain and sorrow and disbelieve
Did I give you some money when I had any hardly
The Good Samaritan
You were a panhandler on the corner
Did I row down the window and give you some money
It's not about if you were honest or really homeless
The Good Samaritan
You were elderly did I offer to walk you cross the street
Your a lackty yak over-talking children won't be quiet but your sweet
You are homeless beggar with no food to eat
Will you be a good Samaritan
Did you pray for the man who cut you off
Did you pray for that soul that cussed you out
Did you vote for just a man for some of your liberty and...
The Good Samaritan
Did you say God bless you for the Klan and North Korea
Why cause all souls are redeemable
Did you kiss your loved one before the street lights come on
The Good Samaritan
Did you hold the door open for all females
Did you tell your wife, your husband daily you love them
Everyday and every-night do you acknowledge Him
The one whom can save your soul
Now good is the opposite of bad
And bad that's what the devil is
and is is what you want to be just and a
Good Samaritan
NO man's perfect but we all can be thankful and stride to be a
Good Samaritan
It's not about getting or receiving it's bout loving and sharing let all be
Good Samaritan
It's not about getting, but giving and helping come on and be...a
Good Samaritan
12/01/17
FOR CONTEST: THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Sponsored by : Craig Hawkins
PREUDICUARY---
Preudicuary
Evil deeds, evils done
Just for cause of the false righteous ones
Hey Mr. white supremist, something bout to happen, I love you
And Mr. Klan-man won’t you understand that, I love you
Oh, Mr. Muslim one guess what I’m talkin only to the bad ones;
Those of you who hate me for my Christianity;
Those of you who hate me for my religious views;
…………………guess what I love you
Preudicuary
Evil deeds, evils done
Just for cause of the false righteous ones
Hey Mr. Soviet USSR what?
What about Poland, Bosnia the Ugrian?
Nazi’s whom supreme beings what about me
The evil Caucasians whom believe in the hatred
Believe in white separating the races;
Those evil races whom don’t always show their faces;
If you peel our skins away…
If you cut down to the marrow…
If you just look at are soul and spirits…
Mandisa says in her song that is…
“We all bleed the same”;
Let’s stop the hatred;
We all need each other;
Preudicuary
Evil deeds, evils done
Just for cause of the false righteous ones
Lets live like God promised;
Something bout to happen
Those of you with prejudice views;
Please unwind and be in kind;
The same God that sanctions you;
Is the same God whom condemns your views;
Who are those that are against Israel;
Those of you be careful, better watch out;
Preudicuary
Evil deeds, evils done
Just for cause of the false righteous ones
For those that are first Gods peoples;
Are those that we should protect;
For the first is last and the last is first;
Those whom are malfunctioned with there sins;
Those of smiling facings upside down grins;
Those evil races whom don’t always show their faces;
If you peel our skins away…
If you cut down to the marrow…
If you just look at are soul and spirits…
If not careful they won’t go where God goes;
Preudicuary
Evil deeds, evils done
Just for cause of the false righteous ones
Needless to say I love you anyway
3/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
-----From forthcoming anthology “Reality Realm”
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cultural revolution
psychedelic evolution
sporting polyester mini skirts
spouting love, not war
rebellion sprouts
flower children
wonder years
rendered drugs
Beatles blew in, humming about yesterday
evening news, Cronkite summing war today
distant shores
scores dying
small, heroic Rosa sat in front
civil rights, King’s light, confronted klan
bullets break the heart of man
good die young, a president’s child...
salutes goodbye -- nations cry
one step on the moon
for mankind
into hope
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For Nette's Contest "Magic Of Decade's Mood"
By Carrie Richards
Dear Lady,
I heard you say that you still trust President Trump
to do almost as good a job as he says he is doing,
despite all the lies,
because "they all do that",
just say whatever the audience of the moment
would most like to hear.
Really?
I believe Abraham Lincoln,
our first Republican President,
would be surprised to hear his Gettysburg Address
was "telling them what they want to hear"
in his best cheerleader,
go, fight, win voice.
And it seems to me that Thomas Jefferson,
one of the PreRepublican forefather type Presidents,
would object to hear his rather specific name-calling
Declaration of Independence from plutocratic,
and perhaps greedy, and maybe slightly cynical, Elitists,
was just telling the good King what he really wanted to hear.
But regardless of whether our quality standards for Presidential integrity
should reasonably be expected to go up,
now that we're into our 40th-something incarnation of this Office,
or reasonably be expected to go down
after the first two or three, or sixteen,
or whatever
back in ancient integrity times,
when the premillennial pubic person was worth his/her word
in trust repaid.
How can you trust a President
who is significantly less sure of your right to health and climate care giving
and receiving
for yourself
and for our multiculturing grandkids,
than was the former President?
How is that going in a direction that you
and your healthy extended pro-life family,
your tribe,
neighborhood militia,
or paranoid klan,
or whatever
you continue to trust
as some direction that could be good enough
for those you love the most?
Health,
like racism
and sexism,
does not optimally arrive in individual-portioned packages;
they only sustain resilient climaxes
on interdependent through empty and bereft social scales
of qualities for cooperative wealth v WinLose competing pathologies.
Still Listening
Your Democratic HealthAsWealth Advocate
Everybody is a blank slate,
think of the potential they have,
if we start early, support them,
we can save them from a life that's bad.
We can build them until they can
do what others say can’t be done!
(The average IQ in Jamaica
is a frightening 71.)
Women have so long been kept down,
but we have made all of that change,
got women into the workplace,
the whole system we rearranged.
We’re the greatest enemy that
the Patriarchy has even know!
(Women’s happiness has declined
every decade since they left the home.)
We’ve taken it to supremacists
and drove them from the public square,
we can now begin a new age,
and all those pale folks best beware,
we’ll hold you all accountable,
and judge you by your ancestry!
(You all claim that this is justice,
but it sounds like The Klan to me.)
We have no need for religion,
don’t like superstitions or God,
we’re all here to think for ourselves,
and a new brilliant road we’ll tread.
To read works of long-dead zealots
must be some kinds of stupid joke!
(Speak carefully or be cancelled,
a heretic to the Church of #Woke.)
There is a war on poverty,
and it’s a war that we must win,
we’re building a better society
that operates on compassion.
We are taking care of others,
who could ever object to that?
(It’s easy to be compassionate
spending somebody else’s cash!)
Our voice have been long ignored,
but all of that is changing now,
we’ll march, protest, riot or burn,
if it helps spread our message loud.
We’ll probably tear up a neighborhood
if it gets some people to care.
(To get elected Democrats
must keep you poor and in despair.)