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What causes crime? What’s the root cause?
Is it poverty’s weight or the system’s flaws?
Is it rebels rising against unjust fate?
Can social programs soften hate?
Lopez Obrador headed Mexico
He said "lets hug the thugs, not act like a foe"
Then 150 thousand innocents met their ends
And his party, Morena, made new bad guy friends.
"The breakdown of family" says William Barr
leads to more gangs, and juveniles going too far
He argues you can't make social ills cease
Unless you first have safety and peace.
Mothers in the projects prayed kids wouldn’t die,
Bathtubs were cradles when bullets flew by.
One woman spent months sleeping under her bed:
But bad ideas resurrect like the undead.
Does poverty cause crime, or the reverse?
Businesses leave danger, unemployment gets worse
A man tried rehabbing homes, it was well meant
Addicts ripped out the pipes; he never saw rent.
To give social programs a chance to work
You have to find where the criminals lurk
If a repeat offender feels the pain:
hundreds of crimes don't happen again.
Not every criminal is a good boy gone bad
Not every criminal is a rebel gone mad
Some people are nasty—it’s just how they’re made;
If you don’t stop them early, the problems won’t fade.
There's plenty of good neighborhoods that became a slum
If you clean out the crime, that could be undone.
Mayor Mamdani of New York wants to defund the police
His voters won't end up with justice or peace.
Then they'll run to Texas or Tennessee
And vote for the same policies that made them flee.
"What fools" said Shakespeare "these mortals be."
True compassion would not lead to cruelty.
Nomen global style, Nomen style
1. I’m in this school because I’m learning real English.
I’m walking down the hallway and I’m speaking only English.
Here comes my homey, and he‘s telling me some stuff in English.
Yes, we rock! We know English
It’s a party here! We love our school activities on Mondays.
Party here! We get to have some rest from work on Sundays.
Party here! We listen, speak, and study grammar here.
Party here, it’s a party here!
Getting funky because we’re spunky, looking cool. We are looking cool.
See us splashing. We’re looking smashing in the pool that is next to school.
With my English speaking friends right after school.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Chorus: Hey, speak in English. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
I want good English. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
2. Here comes a text because I feel my phone’s vibration.
I hope it’s not my mom or King Abdullah’s administration.
I want to check my Facebook or find some games to play,
but I choose to put my phone away.
It’s our final test. We now have to take our final test.
Final test, and teacher tells us to do our best.
It’s our final test. Teacher tells us we cannot cheat!
But if I fail, I can repeat!
And on Friday we’ll go to Subway or some show, Ethan should know.
To the mountains or to some concert we will go. . In ProVO.
If I constantly use English, I will grow ow ow ow.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Hey, no cheating! Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Nomen Global style.
Hey, speak in English. Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, Nomen Global style.
3. Everyone is having so much fun.
Baby baby come to school. Don’t be so dumb.
Everyone is having so much fun.
Baby baby come to school. Don’t be so dumb.
Hey, speaking English, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, Nomen Global style.
Hey, speaking English, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, Nomen Global style.
if condition real life final decisions question and answers
There is no hope in heartbreak yes there is
Conditional real love completely
Final decisions questions and answers
Ungodly demonic division
He's always here
He's always here
He is always here
He is always here just be still
He is always here Jesus
If we just open our eyes, hearts and minds
Just rest in Him believe
Just allow Him to heal your heart
Rest in Him... Jesus
For He is the hope for the saved and the lost
He always hears your prayersJesus
Jesus
5/19/08
Written by Carmen Lee Brown Lee & James Edward Lee Sr ©2008-2022
Proverbs 16:33
Carmen Lee Brown Lee Sunrise 4/12/54-Sunset7/18/2018
Sadly, my generation may have been the last to grasp the
blast of outdoor adventure play for as long as childhood stayed.
Eager anticipation took our feet from breakfast table to door
where sunshiny wealth lent growing health while we explored.
Come lunch, dinner or dark, and we’d be home on time’s mark.
From mud pies and dirt mountains to frogs and daisy chains
to sitting logs, chalk marks and red rover, red rover games,
we created, imagined, questioned, practiced and acted.
All adults in the neighborhood were bound by kids so active.
I prefer my memories to today’s play with electronic gadgets.
I fell in love on a friday
taking two to the dance
wondering which swing and sway
might be fated for romance
I fell in love on this friday
when there was only one
the other had drifted away
and this chance was won
Oh friday's chance how I thank you so
you gave me this love to know
I fell in love on that friday
we agreed to a late night drink
we talked into saturday
and both of us started to think
I proposed in love on a friday
"last night remember what you said?"
"of course" I lied, hangover hits a sun's ray
"well I accept", as I fell off the bed
Oh friday 's chance how I thank you so
you gave me this love to know
I fall in love every friday
two thousand now have since passed
the one still here, no more to say
fate found me a love to last
Oh friday' s chance now I thank you so
you gave me this love to know
They start thick—
not the polite kind you stir into tea
not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast
but the kind that runs hot
slow
dangerous
coating your tongue before you grasp
the price of its pleasure.
They start golden—
dripping off the comb
sun pressed into their marrow
too rich, too syrupy—
gumming up the gears of your schemes
too luminous for hands that flinch from light
too wild for walls meant to contain them.
You want squeeze-bottle love.
Clean.
No bees.
No stingers.
No buzz.
But they ferment in kitchens
where no one thanks them—
same way their grandmothers did
spooning fire into each serving
stinging their own tongues
just to stay sharp—
drizzling down your better judgment staining
Sunday shirts
unraveling wedding vows
spilling past boundaries
no one asked them to obey.
They get called—
too much.
too loud.
too open.
too shut—
like they were born to fit into your grip
instead of slipping right through it.
You try to jar them.
Slap on barcodes:
Best before.
Handle with care.
Discount if damaged
for quick sale.
But wild honey won’t kneel—
it contradicts logic
defies preservation
reason
perfumes the air
wrecks your thirst for tradition.
You mistook raw for reckless
Reckless for ruin
Ruin for something to fear.
You laughed when they wept—
like grief was a spectacle
like tenderness was weak
like softness
was a defect to be filtered out.
But by the time you realize
she’s the rarest thing
you ever tasted—
she’s already sweetening
the hands that never swatted her
And now,
we sit here—
jars without lids,
spoons still sticky—
trying to remember
what it meant to taste something
that never begged to be caged.
Maybe—
the glass wasn’t meant to hold her.
Maybe—
it was meant to shatter—
to let something wild
and feral
flood in
and leave you
pleading
for ruin.
—it’s a reckoning,
unapologetic,
untamed,
final.
So many days of roasting like a sunny toast. The summers are hot and the winters are wet.
Sometimes smoke-filled skies discomfort the eyes. But there are always heat-breaks and recesses of the sun,
brought on by those soothing delta breezes flowing from the Pacific. After a long and sweaty day, a gentle breeze drops by with my name on it.
It's the summer breezes I love so much.
Looking through the front window, I'm treated with waves from the trees. Those summer breezes never grow old, speaking ever so calm and peaceful.
Sometimes the rivers may crest and flood or the levees may breach. Yet I have grown to prefer this valley to all the regions I have known.
I think it's really true; it's the summer breezes I love to touch.
And for me, all things being equal, there's simply no equal. If I should ever part my humble abode for places yet unknown,
I shall greatly miss this valley where for thirty years I have called home. If ever forced to relocate, perhaps I shall most miss the nice friendly people.
But perhaps it's the pleasant and breezy summer nights I shall long remember. Embracing like a blanket, the summer breezes soothe my soul.
O yes, it's the summer breezes touching me that I love so much.
08032018PoetrySoupContest, Summer Breezes, John Hamilton
I believe in the Lord Jesus
I believe in God
Do you believe in Fairytales
I don't find that quite odd
I believe in God
And all he does
Do you believe in idols
I worship the Lord make no mistakes about
As I not shout all about it
I didn't let it get out to the whole world
I do believe in that
Sho'nuff the way it is
Do you believe in magic
I believe in Jesus
Do you believe in money and material things fancy cars and diamond rings
Do you believe in idols
I worship the Lord
Make no mistakes about it
I don't no it this is what I shall do
To the whole world I do believe in God and this is...
Sho'nuff the way it is
I believe in the Creator of all
And everything He does
Of everything
I believe in
The one and only righteous King
I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the Lord Jesus
I believe in God and that...
Sho Nuff the way it is
4/20/17
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
There's no surprise to your casual lies,
I've heard them all before.
You weave your spell and those who fell,
Lie dormant on the floor.
Your witches brew, is quite potent true,
But that won't change the facts.
Cause in the end, no words can mend,
Your cruel and heartless acts.
Chorus:
She's got the Devil inside her,
It's just one of her sins.
When she crosses your path,
That's when the trouble begins.
She's got the Devil inside her,
Just you wait and see.
She's the Queen of Suffering,
And complete misery.
You're a wisp of smoke and a wicked joke.
The last laugh will come from me.
You'll soon dissipate from your lies and hate,
All alone is your destiny.
With the Devil inside her and nothing to guide her,
She's blind to all her vices.
It's such a bitter pill, but no comfort still,
To those that she entices.
Chorus:
She's got the Devil inside her,
It's just one of her sins.
When she crosses your path,
That's when the trouble begins.
She's got the Devil inside her,
Just you wait and see.
She's the Queen of Suffering,
And complete misery.
The stars will fade again this morning
They died a million years ago
As if to give a little warning...
you've lost your way back home
You left me here without a fire
as if desire has turned to stone
When stars come out to light the evening
they're ghosts of stars, that leave without a song
The moon, ..was drifting,.... watching for the sunrise,
while waiting for the light of dawn
While I was watching at the window.....
however, knowing ... ....you wouldn't come
While, there are dreams that last forever....
some dreams will simply fade away,
And treasured times that we remember
we must surrender in the light of day
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I've watched the sun unlatch the gate to morning
I hesitate to leave the window's ledge
Your pillow lies untouched beside the bed
The stars up in the sky... have long been dead
One star is telling me it is morning
It seems the others simply strayed
Some things we want to last forever
are illusions we have cherished, but will often fade away
will often fade away........
as if they're made to stray away.......
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9/6/14 For Craig's Contest: Written for the music by Kevin Kern "I Love You"
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