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Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all"
unknowingly showing me
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around
their impounded grounds
only seeing the same repeatedly
nothing new unfortunately
forever under lock and key
belittling anything new they see.
As a poet I'm not especially traditional
more so "special" writing additional
my raw and new to poetry style
unlike those into poetry awhile
so can I now pick the thoughts
of a traditional poet know-it-all
I believe to be caught in restriction walls
appearing to parrot what taught in schools
see if I perceive conviction in their cause
or robotic perspective their memory stores
too Inspect credentials for signs set in stone
content or unambitious toward the unknown
should I see respect or a moody moan
for new styles outside their own zone
Seemingly their priority is to teach all to try to be
writing unoriginally prevent the mind think free
in a strictly stricken view I see crippling you
never trying new or seeking something else to do
you have regulations on how creativity is written
preventing inspiration thus so negatively driven
speculating with unchallenged repetition
as though been tutored to a limit
you're now failing to ascend merited
having starved all but within it.
So please respect my detected inclination at play
but poetry is a creative artform not set in its ways
and those paved paths you pace and wear thin
were once unpaved before their now adored placing
so shouldn't a creative artform progress and not stay there
wouldn't it go on new quests paving unpaved or
invent realise and find in amaze ways new spaces
not be assigned a confined station like railways
instead seek to new roads or train to fly the skies
cus a closed off mind concealed in a cocoon
denies the butterfly wings the room
like a inverted narrow mind blinds clues
let's preserve and branch from the lay of the track
if poetry stays then poetry slacks but if adapts
poetry won't wear weak crumble and crack
recycling the same will only sink in to the black
I don't want to conform to the common or normal
because I see it as a creative short fall.
So why refuse new styles when you could embrace all poetry?
are you a poet or are you a phoney?
36.
The Rose
The garden rose by Nature's brush
Seems the perfect flower.
It sleeps before the autumn moon...
Is reborn of April showers.
I feel an empathy and compassion
For other flowers as they grow...
With their aesthetics somewhat muted
Compared to the glory of the rose.
The End
37.
The Daffodil
The daffodil in spring will rise
And in the garden grow.
It will slyly peak its head above
The last sprinkling of the snow.
Its appearance is a comfort
As a tired wintry corpse expires...
Giving way to a vernal transformation
Only Nature could inspire.
The End
38.
April's Blessing
April's sly peculiarities are a blessing
As the dregs of March are born away.
Cleansing a tired Nature's tribulations
Before the warmth of gentle May.
It gives source to seed and germ with
Unfathomable colors to flaunt the eye.
It plays mischievously upon my senses
To humble an enthusiast such as I.
Nothing contrasts to Nature's bounty
As she releases now her gentle showers...
Where orchids give rise to expectation
While still meadows bare their flowers.
Children... no strangers to April's booty
Find joyousness in all her grand oblations.
Splashing and sloshing in hooded dress
In puddles that stoke their imagination.
But April fills me with blissful consternation
As she makes bold her diverse complexion.
Because I... being me, have done nothing
To deserve such encompassing affection.
The End
39.
Half a Ton
Hate must weigh a thousand pounds
While love will weigh but one.
There are those who find it amenable
Ferrying the weight that's half a ton.
They seem devoid of sense and reason
As to why they persevere... soon
Learning the manifestation in the mirror
Is all they truly fear.
The End
40.
Bucket Full of Stupid
There is a bucket full of stupid
Giving voice to maddening crowds
With no obvious rhyme or reason
Why they wear a Reaper's shroud.
Such times seem justly merited
With common sense in short supply
Considering the state of education
And the inane hebetude it provides.
The End
Happy 5th birthday have you accepted rape into your life,
It's a patriarchal practice built from sadism and male strife,
A hedonistic ritual to keep us all under control,
The birthright of masculinity bestowed upon all men young and old,
They'll decry our institution of commercialized fear funded by the tax payer's dime,
But don't let them hide the irrevocable fact that their gender alone commits crime,
Just listen to their protests of our paranoia and self-destructive delusions,
Wielding weapons of statistics the opposition seeks to incite societal confusion,
Be wary of their minstrels reciting chants for equality,
Brace yourself against the trollish foot soldiers' brutal tactics of social media skullduggery,
Be mindful my child the only knights in your life should be white,
Not those racist, misogynistic, patriarchal, bigoted, transphobic, ableist , MRA troglodytes,
The worst of their scum are the generals leading the charge from the courts and Youtube channels,
Polluting governmental positions on the discriminatory grounds of merited credentials,
Debunking "fact" after "fact" of our beloved ideology,
Do they really think my feelings are superseded by rationality,
It is imperative my children not to be deceived our greatest enemies come from within our own ranks,
So called "women" who strive to be their best denying any notion of a patriarchal state,
Just because they became successful doesn't mean all other womyn can be,
Your hard-earned accomplishments poison our minds with absurd notions of individuality,
They don't realize that womyn are oppressed everywhere,
Deemed worthless by society unless they're in the kitchen with a baby in tow,
Unable to walk outside without a male escort and deprived the right to vote,
Yes that may be in Saudi Arabia but we Western womyn are just as oppressed too,
Through the hashtag "yesallwomen" we can count ourselves among the downtrodden and render all naysayers moot,
Us feminists will not stand for this institutionalized patriarchy,
We demand the dismantling of this hateful misogynistic army,
To pave the way for our lord and savior Hillary Clinton.
Daddy was… I don’t even remember but he wasn’t there
I don’t even remember why you were so angry
I got back home that night and my dog was lying in front of the garage
AT NIGHT in front of the garage!
I dial the keypad to get in the house but the door was locked and you took the key from its place so I couldn’t get in
I rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
Rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
But I didn’t make a scene
I carried my dog to the door on the fence, climbed over the fence, let my dog in and looked through the sliding glass door
You were asleep
I’m very happy for everybody that the sliding glass door wasn’t locked
I get inside and noticed you were passed out drunk!
The Grey Goose revealed it all
I kissed my dog goodnight, gave him a treat and BOUNCED
With YOUR keys and YOUR car
I’m so fed up I’m just SO fed up
The Bible says honor thy mother and father it doesn’t mention son and daughter
BOLOGNA if you ask me
NO child begged to be a part of this planet!
What does honor mean anyway?
Webster says merited respect… okay so maybe it’s not bologna!
I canNOT stop replaying my past
You are still here!
You are from the past!
I have let go but when you dig it up and throw it in my face
I pick it back up!
I try to be strong
I really do and EVERYONE notices I’ve made great improvements
You’re one of the people who’s praised me!
I’ve been having these occasional fluttering sensations in my heart for the past few years that I’ve mentioned to you recently
I still haven’t gone to the doctor
Neither of us will forget that time I was crying on the phone to Linnel about the two guys raping my semiconscious body and you busted in my room and said, “I hope your p____ fall’s off”
I can’t forget that time I confided in you about an unusual discharge and you said, “I’m just gonna let you suffer…”
Thanks for eventually taking me to go get tested but why did you have to say that?
I felt bad enough
Very true, Mom, I don’t have any friends…
I’m not even sure if I’m in excellent health and that I’ll make it many more years
Still, while I’m here
I just want to be able to help my people… somehow
When the parents are gone,
the kids survive by heeding advice and carry on
their wishes by honoring their true intent;
flowers sprout and then bloom,
never living their fragile, little ones to a fateful gloom...
as sunshine nurtures them!
Glimpses may not give us a full image,
but they can reveal their glossary of life and death,
and it depends on us how to put it
into a consequent sentence and give meaning to it;
our parents raised us up to a certain standard,
hoping we'd pick up the slack where they left off!
And will we be elated by parental pride,
by doing all things that are beautiful and honorable...
great things that endow us with exuberance and fortitude,
to conquer every boundary and win every battle?
History can take us there, showing us the ones who fearlessly dared:
Moses who bashed rebellion and Jesus who lashed the whip!
Many will stumbled on life's deception,
others will cautiously follow its trail to wisdom,
to find themselves acclaimed by glory
and flourishing in their endeavors: they will find immortality;
and if anyone was deceived by the notion...
that nothing outlasts us, they are completely wrong!
There's no greater joy than remembering
how our parents leaded a religious life without a spot,
believing that obedience was a reward for longevity; and was
God ever put out of their thoughts...not fortifying
their spirits and making them stand on a solid rock?
Foolish persons shouldn't be pitied for their self-inflicted wounds!
The kids can survive by heeding advice, unfraidly facing their challenges,
alleviating their fears with the words that they received from the elders:
walking on a straight path, avoiding danger and harm, to live a golden youth
and a longer life...when most youngsters lose these to drugs and lust;
and with no gray hair on their heads and no stories to tell their granchildren,
who are the victorious ones that should declare thier well-merited crown?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The Gospel
So many feel the gospel turns them away
I hope you truly don't feel this way
The opposite is true and that's a fact
The gospel is here to bring us back
Instead of feeling condemnation's sin
Look at the love that abides within
All have sinned even the very best
There is none better than all the rest
None of us has to die in sin's decay
For God himself has revealed the way
Our salvation is not based on what man
can acquire
The gospel, for who obey, is God's redeeming power
It is God, His Son, and his great love for us
Who only, in his grace, can make us just
The sacrifice, death, burial, and resurrection true
Has provided salvation for all, including me and you
God gave his heart, His only begotten Son
The Son gave his life, for it all to be done
The Spirit calls our hearts to his
saving grace
So you and I can abide in that
heavenly place
Forgiveness is purchased by the shedding
of blood
Being only merited by God's great love
What must I do to be saved was asked
that day
As the Philippian jailor fell on his knees
to pray
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ came the answer sure
Such wonderful words were heard for our sins the cure
Turning to God from our sins: from pride to humility
With faith in Jesus Christ who will save for all eternity
So open that heart and ask him to save and to forgive
And feel the burden lifted as His life in you is lived
No one is excluded from God's mercy as others may say
All who will be saved is included when one bows to pray
To obey the gospel is to hear God's true and powerful voice
Whether or not you listen and heed is your power of choice
So, if you refuse God's love and his saving grace
You've excluded yourself to enter hell's horrible place
He suffered, he died, and he arose again to save our soul
If we would repent and believe and let him make us whole
He shed his blood, he paid the price - why would you condemn
For if we reject his love and his way - how can we accuse him?
Jah
God above all gods
Name, itself, baes the staff and rod
As all creation revers His name
Deeming the name holy and perfect without stain!
Emblematic Name extends comfort and security
Granting all creation freedom and liberty,
Peace, mercy, and beautiful grace.
Name worthy to embrace
During the midnight hours of the night
For His name serves as beacon of light!
Righteous, Just, and True
Unique Name in all blends of linguistic hues!
Untarnishable and non-perishable name
Lifted and Magnified resounding His authoritative reign,
As mountains tremble, bow, quiver and quake
Authoritative Name causes the whole earth to shiver and
quake!
Name of Power – Name of Light
Name that beams like Moonbeam at Night
Radiantly shines during Daylight!
Glistening Light that kindles the stars
Attracting foreigners from afar!
Glorious name so Wondrous and Great
Worthy of its Merited Praise!
Name that stands so proud and mighty tall
Yet, humbles to lift the incredibly small!
Name that bares no cause for shame
Perfect, Righteous, and Holy Name!
It is what it is and He is who He is…
“The Great I Am [Who I Am]”
Bearing NOT any twisted terms
Name stainless and clean cannot be churned!
The righteous recall and resound His Name
Flawless without attraction feigned
Find themselves a fortress tower
Salvation found right on the hour!
Set in all His ways….Perfect and True
Beautiful Name…Awesome and New
Not to be given or borrowed to any other
Whether to friends or foe, stranger or brother!
Mankind may swndle from the path or road
Deny His own name when the rooster crows
But, His name – radiant in the light of His own glory -
Bares a different story!
He is who He is…Stands for what He stands
From a nearby distance to faraway lands
Changeless One – Honest One!
To His Name Alone Be ALL the Glory…•
“The Name of the Lord is
A strong tower
The Righteous [and Unrighteous]
Run to it and they are saved.”
Proverbs 18:10
Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same,
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.
The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.
Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.
Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Anchored stricken;
Home grow religion;
Borrowed freedoms;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Arithmetic context;
Virtual biceps, malicious cell texts;
Borrowed freedoms, stolen hearts;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms, buildings parts;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematics;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Intrenched unyielding;
Human’s thoughts selfish;
Can’t be told nothing unbelieving;
Denying the powers there of self-complacent resist?
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
My ways are not your ways;
My thoughts not yours also;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
This don’t be that;
As a matter of fact;
The fruit doesn’t fall far from the branch to the ground;
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematic;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Passionate about a rebirth life
On this side of the grass
My ways are now align with His ;
My thoughts now holy spiritually hon purposed;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Now of the understanding I know longer choose
All things are from Him and In Him God is All things
So when I allow the things of God to free reign
Just and only for His abounding glory, for His blessings
For His honor, again His glory Hallelujah
12/1/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
A beauty from the soul
More than just words
Accolades the wordsmiths self-made
Poet
You know it…
I award you in internal brotherhood and friendship beyond this void
Your worth worthy so
Even though we haven’t met (yet)
Poets
You know them…
Your one of God’s children and yet
He fathered you fair
Merited salvation glare
Freedom still
Collaborates Gods thoughts
Pens please don’t even lay them down my friend(s)
It be your glory, it’s your crown;
To write those gifted poems, write on…
There is words in praise and praise in words
As you write what you write allowing the spirit to input
I away you with privilege granted accolades
Tis an honor to read those words (these words of praise)
That wonderful writes my brother(s)
Co-created by you and God;
Some find it odd…
That you
Write on, write on..
Verses ribbed from your bones and from your soul(s)
Truth be told..
Alleluia Glory
Praising God with the words you share it
Makes you my Brother(s) Poets..
Soldier(s) Knighted in words of enlightenment;
Privilege honored;
Writer delighted
My poetic friend(s) bothers(s)
Many are there’re others but right now I’m praising you five;
God’s liberty in creations thrives
Write on, write on
On into glory
Verses ribbed from your soul(s)
Truth be told..
Alleluia Glory
Praising God with the words you share it
Makes you my Brother(s) Poets..
Equally yoked no one’s last their all first
This dedicated to my brothers poets of Poetry Soup
Gregory R Barden Robert Lindley Lyric Man Curtis Moorman Freddie Robinson Jr.
Dedicated to my Brothers Poets of Poetry Soup
Gregory R Barden
Robert Lindley
Lyric Man
Curtis Moorman
Freddie Robinson Jr
2/21/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©