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The happily ever after...
He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.
Then from the kitchen came the vision he had searched so far and wide for.
He asked stepmother what she'd lied for
To say the three of them were all.
A flash, a crash, there was the gown, and then he saw her bare right flipper,
And on the left, a crystal slipper…
The girl he'd danced with at the ball.
The stepmother feigned regret that they had sadly so misjudged her,
T'was for her good that they'd begrudged her,
But to a prince one shouldn't lie.
On her wedding day the trio met the fate they should have dreaded,
They were arrested and beheaded,
And Cindy never blinked an eye.
The wedding feast and celebration were the grandest in the nation,
The king and queen felt jubilation,
Their son was "normal", after all.
They could retire and the crown would be passed down to their descendants,
Their kid, grandkids, and co-dependents,
They were so glad they'd had that ball.
But on their wedding night the prince confirmed his sexual confusion,
And forced them both to the conclusion,
Theirs was no fairy tale romance.
But still they made the marriage work, although they had no little nippers,
Sometimes he wore her gown and slippers,
And Cinderella wore the pants.
So, in conclusion, Cinderella got her semi-happy ending,
In spite of all the rules I'm bending
To tell her tale and make it new.
It wasn't meant to be so grand,
But what my muse commands, I do,
And now in bidding fond adieu,
My hat is off to those of you
Who stuck it out and read it through.
The End
Is it manipulation or delusion
when you don't believe what I say
Do you want control of situations
because it's easiest your way
Only a weirdo would do that
it's so very strange
I ain't seen you for years
but you clearly ain't changed
This is why you're so confused
and don't know why we're estranged
the reality that you refuse
is unknown to your brain
A pathological liar and narcissist too,
It's probable you only see what you choose,
and that's why you tell people I left no clue,
my head filled with madness so the victim is you
But even though it's my fault
you're willing to help me get through
and you spread it like sea salt
fill opinions and minds as if it we're true
I've told you to get lost and made sure I don't see you,
you put it down to some mental collapse,
And you talk your lies motivated with a need too,
to people I cut out who never hear me speak the facts
They think we're still friends because you've made us appear to be,
and when I make it clear that I ended it years ago,
having to threaten you and offensively curse until you've a fear to see,
they think I'm weird the way you pretended to know
They've heard your story and been manipulated by it,
and only my harsh words which seem somewhat violent
And they say I've misjudged you with irrational hatred
They judge us through your lies I can leave them, you triumph
You're just a liar and lying is your achievement,
It's sad and it's dire we are completely different,
They believe you're a victim and soak up sympathy sent,
But you ain't got friends left every single one went
A Joining Created Colors of Human Faces
All is the power of the power Elohim creates
Beauty beheld baste the provisions shore
Creative forces share creativity case…
Declared declaration of preeminence
Every heart that beats seconds parts
Family ties embrace inside the bounds of,
Growing onslaught raising family.
Hearts swell as they embroils.
Intimate visions of voiced coupled
Joyful are the gatherings embraced.
Kindred brothers and sister hood space,
Loving and adorn relationship merge.
Maybe there is yet hope for humanity
Noble nesting of things yet to be.
Obedient social gatherings of discord
Private forgiveness soul spirit filled with forgiveness
Que the forgotten and unloved ones
Resist those the devil and temptations.
Soar above the misconceptions you more than somebody
Tossed and turned, whilst being misused and abused
Unloved misjudged cast out and off.
Vested in the premise of being targeted
Worship the creator rather than the creation
Xerotic skins of browns, beige, tans and reds.
Yielding for universal love for all races, creeds colors
Zeal entering in the agape love of Our Father.
12/13/23
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Abecedarian |
West Virginian Mountaineer, hill country free,
Born down in a holler to folks of dirt po means.
Heard wind blow wave ‘er wave o’er regal mountain peaks.
Fed on cornpone, biscuits, country gravy, and beans.
White mist over each peak a crown of majesty.
In rich valley below, unique person dwelt.
Admired sprawling mountaineer family tree.
Anyone not ‘bon up ’thar in the hills was suspect.
Ran like a deer, strong as a bear, eyes like a hawk.
Had speck of earth’s riches: smidgen from modern store.
Used outhouse year 'round, often times in the dark!
Worldly things rated low; Evermore got high score.
Shot rifle straight as an arrow flying through the air,
As ray of sunshine finds its way through leafy trees.
Had the stealth of bobcat leaving his secret lair,
Could seek up on someone; unaware presence there.
Honored no pass signs around moonshiner’s grove.
Words sounded odd to some; "Whar, thar, airish out ‘har.
Folks growed "tabaccer, lit oil lamp and wood stove.
Misjudged as brainless; mind could ace lawyer’s bar.
Volunteered one day while wearing worn out jeans.
Proud to be a soldier, as ancestry of yore.
Eager to serve country; had just turned nineteen.
Sent off to hostile land; part of medical corps.
Ten soldiers died when compound was hit one night.
Each one was honored; a national hero.
Military honors; flags, taps, and over flights.
One from West Virginia; Marine, Megan Marlow.
Every time I look I see a different face,
As the media gathers pace,
In the influencing race.
No longer in the news business,
No longer bothering to clean up their mess,
No longer checking before going to press,
No longer thinking about mases to impress,
With no more mirrors in the place,
For the past to embrace,
It is now all about the modern face,
And it's influence on the race,
With few caring about the hardship investigative reporters face,
If they have too many facts to put in place.
It is only a matter of time before the media will have to face,
Up with a "we misjudged the mood of the public face",
With little chance of another "thanks for the award face",
With every chance of no "poker face",
As they will need a "change of heart face',
Before the music they have to face,
For undue influence on the outcome of the human race.
Oh how on earth did the media ,
Get such an idea,
That influencers would for them, be there,
When there were so many of us who could see what was living there,
That influencers are masters of what people want to hear,
And are more worried about how they look on air,
And how much money can be made from them being there,
Than how many facts they produce for us to hear.
I wonder how the media will respond to what is here,
How much influence I have to spare,
And how many new faces I will be shown this year.
Might we return to clear, flawful epitomes of our past,
where feelings bloomed into unoccupied realities,
worlds where we roamed, explored, traversed in our seditious verse…
Where conviction engraved our rivals’ lips with lightning bolts of silver,
raiding their muddled hills with the chaos of our creations,
daring to beguile, snatch, and dissolve, all misjudged resolve…
Were I to grab hold of the passion you once called Father,
were I to fill your brittle ribs with the epiphanies you have long let lost,
our words would tread along the broken, the troubled and the scorned
melting the creases of anger from every weary brow
challenging and regenerating the one you are now…
In some circles, I’m like that comedian
Rodney Dangerfield, whose catchphrase
was, “I don’t get no respect.”
I can’t say scorn doesn’t faze me.
I’ve always been terribly misunderstood
and misjudged.
Some just made up their stubborn minds
and haven’t budged!
For being persistent and hardy
I’ve been described as a pest.
For not being as pretty as the rest
of my family, I’m called an eyesore.
Sometimes I think I can’t take much more!
Then I think of how I’ve been blessed.
Over time, I’ve been put to the test.
I am prolific, and my roots go deep,
but my youth is brief.
For all of us, time is a thief.
When my yellow “hair” turns white and wispy,
it scatters wildly far and wide,
flying in the wind, who is my friend.
To some I’m a symbol of positive feelings,
of hope and healing.
They acknowledge my practicality
and strenuously disagree with my enemies
who call me a—I can’t bear to say it.
The misnomer they utter is “WEED”!
There’s another name I much prefer.
I think my cousin Daisy would concur
that I am a FLOWER.
April 13, 2022
entered in Angela Tune's Lighten the Load Poetry Contest
flash back a year,
how about even further
am I still hypocritical ?
how about a hypochondriac
look in the mirror, who's the hypocrite
who would start every brawl-
and yet you were never sick of it
loved watching me fall
some sick game of manipulation
then jealousy peered in-
the length of the duration
was insane
a clearly misjudged partnership-
and I'm without a reason
without an intellectual explanation
through every single season
what I would kill to forget that mistake
give my heart back full support
instead of cherishing the memories with dr. jekyl
and put the ball back in my court.
Malignant and Magnificent Other,
I must admit in this moment sway of peace and waves of grandeur,
That I misjudged you,
I mistook your malice as a defect in your character,
When in essence it was circumstantial,
For we all victims of this confused uncertainty,
And as I see you in your habitat,
Mighty and Calm,
Peaceful and Gentle,
I am tempted to revenge,
For I ask, “Why would she be so kind to others and forsake a kindness to one
such as myself?”
For I ask, “How can he show such empathy, when toward me all he showed was
judgment,”
But as I see you in your habitat,
I realize that you never really knew me,
I realize that you never really saw me,
All you saw was the caricature that a perverse and fallen generation had taught
you,
All you saw was the myopic vision of a backdrop which knows only of black and
white, Only of friend of foe,
Only of villain and hero,
And now though tentatively,
I outstretch my hand for your embrace of fellowship,
And if you reject it, I will feel no sorrow,
For I realize that it is your eyesight that fails you, and how can I be angry when my
eyes see clearly?
How can I hate you for a hatred that does not afflict me and in truth only blinds
you to a joy immeasurable,
For if you could see me in my habitat,
Surrounded by this sound of beauty and a wife and daughter that adore me,
Then you would know of my sound,
And from that euphony of reckoning, you would embrace my soul.
Child born to be used
Born with a veil over its face
Born protected from birth
God designed they life
Life to appear one way
Held them back
Run them through situations
Situation average Joe...
Average Joe couldn’t handle
Gifts placed upon that child
Run another crazy
Draw sneaky foes
Evil foes
Demonic foes
Dark foes
Psychotic foes
Doubled mind foes
Masked foes
Miserable foes
Attraction to their light
Looking to destroy
Steal
Dim
Their gifts
Lights
Battles this child faced
Agony don’t know where to begin
Many testimonials
Pregnant with ideas
Pregnant with Gods words
Tried to hide their self
The pain life & people caused
Child finally found its power
Ready to give birth
To Gods words
Assignment their to carry out
No longer held back
Doesn’t care what masses feel
Opinion
Thoughts
Plots
Schemes
Child misunderstood
God understood
Child not perfect
Perfect for God
Child misjudged
God understands
Manipulation one tries
Child 3rd eye popping
Hands & soul activated
Activated to heal the sick
Child realized their chosen
Many are called few are chosen
No turning back
No new person
No rebirth
Divine timing to birth
Birth this child to the world....
Gods gem hidden in plain sight
God design
Design for this child to be overlooked
To be continued...
Self prophecy