Long Misrepresented Poems
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Rodin’s thinker felt deeply misrepresented in his pose
he had been simply doing his business in privacy but
paparazzis had caught him seemingly sitting on a rock
nothing on his mind but having a pee after a night out
too much beer with his mates in the pub and all that
was on his mind was whether there were painkillers
in the vanity unit to soothe his nauseating hangover
twitter went mad and the tabloids fronted his image
raised him onto the dubious pedestal of iconic status
attested him with clarity of thought and contemplation
he had only been looking at the bathroom mirror and
counting tiles and toothpaste stains in the marble sink
did not mind so much that he was nude in portraits
they painted because the truth must be stark naked
and he was not one to falsify events and their cause
but taking his ablutions out of context made him
feel shame rather than reason for he was abused
in nature’s call and his wife might object but he would
never again sit down on the loo when having a tinkle
10th March 2021
Broken promises, God kind erase them
People’s lying, cheating, promises stolen
Not being honest about their motives
Promises misspoken
Letters unopened
Sentences misrepresented
Stolen blessings
Where do these things come from?
From a fork-tongue
Where do those things of unjust spoken languages come from?
The Father of Lies, Satan
Awaken forgotten dreams
I can remember them
Why? Is it relevant, don’t even care no I don’t
Am I mistaken must be mistaken
I am not a casualty I’m an onslaught positive reverence reality
Broken promises, God kind erase them
People’s lying, cheating, promises stolen
Not being honest about their motives
Promises misspoken
Letters unopened
Sentences misrepresented
Stolen blessings
3/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
Attention! Identity crisis! Who am I? Who on earth would want to be me? And why?
Absolutely no one could be me better than me.
Several years ago, I attempted to file my taxes.
I usually file for an extension in April and wait. So as usual, it was mid October when I filed.
Little did I know that I would face a rude awakening when the IRS informed me that my taxes were already filed.
Of course I had not filed my taxes, but someone else did so. Somehow, someway, someone had taken on my identity, and
for six months, I was none the wiser of being misrepresented. Someone boldly attempted to become me and suceeded.
The thief who sought to rob me of a refund must have been sadly disappointed when he discovered that this tax payer had no refund due.
The IRS coached and restored me back to the person I knew myself to be. Hearing of so many stolen identities with devastating results, comparatively, I was blessed and fortunate.
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I am always looking for it-but never find it- never? well no not never
but I hardly find it
hardly!
I find it in the oddest places,
What places?
the internet is a tangle of misrepresented thoughts
I am in there - but maybe I shouldn't be?
Maybe you shouldn't
Well If I deleted my facebook account how will people find me?
What people?
People I meet, and wait what were we talking about?
Inspiration.
Oh, so I just think alot of it has to do with chance, the right place the right time, people too they can inspire you ya know.
How can people inspire you?
Sometimes it's in the way they move.
Brotherhood of Hope
Brown shirts soil the streets in incremental aspirations
Exclaim ‘we are the truth’ and nothing but the certitude
No doubts remain where torches shine and voices roar
Eclipsed humanity suffocated embrace disintegration
Accelerate the tempo to tunes and steps of marching
Terror deception propaganda manipulated fulcrum of
History forgotten misrepresented with a bunch of lies
Totalitarian power of supremacy religious dogma
Heritage of ‘Othering’ discrimination greed in
Ever changing guise of ministries of ‘truth’ depicts
Lest we forget the lessons of the past the shady
Incineration of freedom unadulterated thoughts
'Egalite fraternite liberte' diversity and human beauty
Suffocated evolves from underneath the rabble
Heteronormativity exposed domination condemned
Obliteration revealed and when resistance yields the
Power to strip brown fascist fancy dress of evil and
Entertain defiance there is hope beneath the lies
15th February 2017
AND THAT’S OK JESUS YOU’RE A MARVELOUS THING
Oh, Jesus you’re a marvelous thing
My Lord God you’re a marvelous thing
Whatever gotten into me
I see the glory, it’s written in the story
And all that I’ve did
And all that I’ve done
I have lied, stolen and cheated
Been a fornicator, misrepresented
And one time a non-believer
But now that I’ve confessed my sins
Now that I’ve turn around
Now that I been born again it’s OK
And that’s OK
I’ve been born again
Washed in the blood of the Lamb
Mercy and Grave by the GREAT ALL I AM I AM
And now that I follow the Father
My choice is too now be involved in…
Jesus My Lord My God you’re you are a marvelous thing
And you are, you are the reason I sing
And that’s OK
My God today is the maker of everything
He’s the reason we are beings
And that’s OK
Jesus My Lord My God you’re, you are a marvelous thing
Jesus My Lord My God you’re, you are a marvelous thing
5/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Hello! my dear bad mind...................
I am not with You
I am being, ever and anon, misguided,
misled, misrepresented and
even badly cheated
made me bind to undergo
utmost slavery
in regions
where I never
expected myself to be so.
I know your best friend
who is?
keenly the same
but have with refinement,
very sharp
trying to bow down me
foully by any means
that's Your own
the bad intelligence.
For, I warn you both,
if I survive you will
if I die you too
there’s no excuse.
You both
keep with me
to live alive
if not
will be beaten
my conscience speaks to.
Form:
oh my Good Lord for Christ’s sake who have you become
a well-known carpenter who suffered on his own cross
put nails in his own coffin a shepherd who lost to his flock
beggar man in rags once caring and sharing kindness and love
so the story goes but you caved in to prolonged abuse
misrepresented disavowed on the altar of religious deceit
you presided over wars subjugation poverty and holocaust
must have cried thousands of tears in horrible agony
dying all over the planet again once more and forever
they made you a star a celebrity icon poster boy idol
forgot in the process that actions shout louder than words
attached hypocrisy bigotry philistine culture to your name
now you dwell unrecognisably in bourgeoise falsification
in a shallow grave of history that spits on your genius
you were once so great had such wonderful ambition
so much so that if you had not existed we’d have created
a human being with such vision to ease self-imposed pain
your thorny crown has wilted on the spread sheet of time
a relic and artifact an illustration of vast compassion
we lost you in the fields of Flanders on our crusades
in the chambers of Auschwitz when we showed truths
about humankind and the punitive evil of our souls
yet a statue of the Madonna rests next to a lean Buddha
on the fireplace surround in my heart and the hearth
hellfire maybe but I have not forgotten your meaning
04th Amy 2021
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am Poetry Contest
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A HOUSE DIVIDED
What right do you have to tell someone
Else how to use their bodies like they should
You don’t run their life and they not yours
How they meet their mistakes
Is their own decision, to do as they should
Just because you hold up a book
Written so long ago you believe
the words of ancient hate…
you still have not the right
to tell me how to think
How out to date, out of context,
used without understanding
A text you can’t comprehend
only misread, misrepresented
A book you claim appoints you to say
This is what you should do
and this what you should believe
A false narrative in the ugliest
of thoughts, deeds
How misguided, how blind,
now corrupt and so naive
This is not that, not all the words
were meant to be used as you see
If you are not meant say, then don’t,
it will set you free,
It is your hypocrisy, your disease
To love and to be love,
as that is the New Covenant
Not the blasphemy of this
the current government
What gives you
the right to tell someone
Else what to do
Yes, life is precious
Life is glorious
A Secret, none are
born Holy N Perfected
But this is the
real world, the world
Of life in flesh and blood
not archaic stories
Or bullet points to approve
a false Armageddon
This is the real world,
keep your high thoughts to yourself
Let a man or woman,
be a person who decides what they should be
All by themself, if they are ready
to reap the rewards or oblivion
Let them decide with love and caring
from those around them
To make the correct decision
Do not judge
Or yet ye be judged
Mistakes are made
We’re all human
We know it is up to that person to define
What they need to do
Or which way to go
If you want to do the thing that is right
Support them with all your might
They may be inspired
by what you feel is correct
Done in their best interest
to give them
All there is. ...is respect
What right do you have
to tell someone
Else how to use their
bodies like they should
You don’t run their life
they not yours
How they meet their mistakes
Is their own decision,
to do as they should
Only they alone will stand in judgment…
Someday!