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You really have excelled yourself I must say this time around ,
your slyness and your nastiness you really need a crown.
What a show what a hero you really must be proud, you made a spectacle of yourself what a performance take a bow.
It wasn’t enough to lie to me and in front of everyone you put me on show, you told everyone i kicked you out thats not the truth and you know.
You had already taken half your things you packed the night before, but as you know your always the victim you always suffer more.
I hope your happy now my gut tells me there someone else, and its no surprise really it wasn’t that hard to tell.
So go on and be with her I’m sure she’s more your type, i hope she doesn’t clean or wash hopefully shes all you like.
You may have made a fool out of me for a while but it won’t happen again, i won’t get angry or bitter cause karma will be for you in the end.
Aware of one's carnal human nature
I confess my own nastiness feature
as well as the lurking rudeness gesture
amidst obviously arrogant posture
irking others in their wholesome venture.
Those traits likewise irritate me indeed
I admit thus with the hurts they can breed
since actual focus is selfishness-creed
in the guise of "rights' exercise I need"
not minding well-being's call for care-heed.
For such, I apologize earnestly
The Lord’s pardon my soul begs fervently
needing His love to move me sincerely
while wishing that kindness I show truly
with faith in Christ and peace to share surely.
My heart prays for the reigning of kindness*
against attacking grievous bitterness
brought by bullies along their haughtiness
or fellows in their miserableness ---
so that hope will shine in glowing brightness.
*Psalm 31:21 Blessed be the LORD: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness…
December 28, 2021
2nd place, "King-Size Bull Crap" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 1/18/2022.
I must fess up
That I have messed up
I’ve eaten to much sin,
the desert pleasure from within
Entertaining my lust and desires
My thoughts, mind were on fire;
Fell down, fallen on the earth
But instead of eating dirt
I fell for it…
In my nastiness
In my throw- up mess
I was overtaken by the filth
So much pain and hurt inside
So much disease sinful pride
Couldn’t talk much no not at all
Cause I’ve eaten to much Satan’s blogs
Don’t be like me suffering can’t talk
Don't Eat SIN Off The Sidewalk
I’ve eaten to much sin,
the desert pleasure from within
Entertaining my lust and desires
My thoughts, mind were on fire;
Fell down, fallen on the earth
But instead of eating dirt
I fell for it…
So in my heart God replaced it made if soft;
Through His power preformed on me a spiritual, colonoscopy
(MRI) and computed tomography (CT) My mind is rot;
God made my damaged harden heart soft;
In my nastiness
In my throw- up mess
I was overtaken by the filth
So much pain and hurt inside
So much disease sinful pride
Couldn’t talk much no not at all
Cause I’ve eaten to much Satan’s blogs
Don’t be like me suffering can’t talk
Don't Eat SIN Off The Sidewalk
3/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
she was a giver; not just to me, but to many more.
I was angry and mean, the words I used I now abhor.
Did I know better? Possibly, and yet, I flung terror into the air.
Hitting her in the heart with arrows of nasty, not giving a care.
I was not a good partner, I killed her spirit and more.
I was angry and mean, the words I used I now abhor.
Too late to fix it, she is gone now, she has flown away.
She has a family and love, her life now happy and gay.
And here I sit, in my nest for one, all gloomy and dark.
My tethers of nastiness no longer a joke or a lark.
I want to do better, but I fear I’ll make the same mistakes again.
My negative spirit I inherited from my family, my kin.
So what is this perfect life you seek? You have experienced the worst of this world; attempts
at murder, rapes, suicides, aids, abuse, addictions. You have seen the numerous images
float across the screen and screamed inside at the pain being caused as a reflection of
yours. But this isn’t a perfect world; there is no such thing. Even we were getting closer to
perfection our definition would only change. Because of this you seek remedies that aren’t
there. You can’t change everything; you can only do your bit to make things better. Instead
of constantly doing nothing because you think you have do everything. Just do your bit and
be happy that you have done that.
You feel like you should be able to do everything to help them; good at sports, high IQ, a
compassionate, caring human being. But you lack the confidence, the belief that you are
able. And time drifts by. The dreams are the same as those from the last century but nothing
has been achieved; confidence has been built, you have achieved the successes of
conventional society but you still feel empty. Your wish to make a mark on the world, to
have helped make it a better place, still lay forlorn. And trapped by the false successes of
the past, your chance to help others is being closed.
The dream would be to your own boss. Give the profits away, help as many of the million
needy children as possible. Pull them away from the nastiness that persists and break the
chain of abuse, hunger, pain. Pull them away and show them the goodness that exists in this
world. Show them how to achieve the meaning of life; happiness. Show them that nothing
much matters apart from meaningful love and affection from family and friends. That a one
true love should be obtained by all.
Then at night you could return contented, could return to the house by the sea and be
surrounded by laughter, happiness. Surrounded by love. Surrounded by serenity.
Surrounded by calm.
The truthful liar mesmerized no one
Even his most fervent followers fell short.
We watched his interchanges which seemed crazy,
And his bragging and grandiose plans abort.
His love seemed wrapped up in his loving buck,
Stealthy snake-like purport with enemies he would consort.
Boom! He was on the TV. Crash! He threw out a tweet.
Snorting, chortling, boredom ripe for a big red port.
We watched him boast and brag, some disgusted be.
Formative finance foreman finds a forever fort.
Political dissonance turning our country upside down.
Misogynist buffoon yelling fake news as a new sport.
Thy vileness and thy nastiness befouls thyself,
Thy fantasticalselfishness flamboyantly galantort,
Reinforces our mindfulness that being President is just a sport.
Lines 1 oxymoron 2 enjambment 3 homographs 4 inversion 5 homonyms
Lines 6 internal rhyme 7 onomatopoeia 8 consonance 9 hyperbaton 10 alliteration
Lines 11 metaphor 12 allusion 13 archaism 14 neologism 15 dissonance
Written 8-19-2018 Contest: A Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Never let me go, my Creator-Saviour…
…now that I’m Your named child, grace-in-need;
Nestle my heart within Your love’s nostril
Nail me in Your nearness as to You I draw nigh.
Never let me go, Omnipotent Lord…
…neither allow me succumb to bad new's noise;
Nurture my soul with spiritual nobility
Nourish me midst negligence-naughtiness.
Never let me go, my Guardian Friend…
…no, not in my necessities;
Navigate my neck’s diligence-numbness at night
Notify me midst nuances of doubt-nays’ net.
Never let me go, my Divine Leader…
…nowhere when nastiness negates my nod
Nudge my faith from novice nettles
Negotiate for me against sinfulness-nadir nabs.
Never let me go, my Almighty God…
…nor loosen me toward numberless pride-notches from Your nest;
Note my nakedness as without You I’m nothing*
Nurse me by Your divine nature, nonetheless necessary.
*John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
March 26, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/24/2019.
BE BRAVE
Arrogance, squabble in perplexing plight
Public in anger, aggression only to fight.
Incorrigible incredible chaotic crisis.
Notorious nefarious nastiness needs Nemesis.
Outrageous turmoil ignites blunder.
Come on soldier not to surrender.
Noisy nuisance indiscipline to recur
Malice mischief mended in massacre.
Pandemonium prevailing amidst of devils
Prime time to eradicate crimes and evils.
Oh Warrior! Slash smash tormentors: Be bold.
Be merciless, ruthless to unsheathe your sword.
09/12/19
First Place
'Any Poem You Want To Write With Words 180 or Less' by Caren Krutsinger
'STRAND CHOICE 6' Contest by Brian Strand
One flight of steps down
you can smell it
the putrid odour of urine
your eyes must adjust to the darkness
then you hear it
in the distance
Clunk, thud, Clunk
the sound of metal on stone
followed by loud swears
Funk, thud, Funk
closer now
Then you see him
a begrimed creature
Hobbling on a crutch
propping his metal leg,
lost in the war
War
had broken him,
physically
furrowed pain upon his face
he still rues his lost foot
People call him “Footroo”
Cause he hops like one
he spends his days underground
away from the nastiness
new enemies abound
Peace (huh)
had shattered him,
mentally.
This is his bomb-shelter now…
I've always been settling
When others are meddling
In my life never knowing
I'm upset and will start showing
My true colors that's been hiding
But they are burning and sliding
Up my throat and they will be
Released with intensity
That will shock you with surprise
The woman before your eyes
Is not silent any more
My emotional back door
Will be flooding you so much
When my feelings start to rush
Out of me because I can't
Stop this crazy insane rant
Those that ever did me wrong
Will get my wrath that's so strong
Because I'm no longer weak
My crazy and hot peak
Has been hidden and burnt out
Until one more scream and shout
Woke it up and made it start
Flickering so bright and hot
Sometimes people see my sweetness
As a sign of total weakness
There's only so much I employ
Before I shut down and destroy
The people who are so smug
Thinking I will only shrug
Thier nastiness off once more
That's how I was just before
I was forced to act upon
All the hurt, sorrow and wrong
I've endured from childhood
Growing I tried to be good
Not acting and retaliate
On this undeserving hate
Until someone goes to far
Pushing this angelic star
To the dark side of a world
Of demons that have hurled
Me into a place never known
On my face it's clearly shown
My fingers making a fist
My insides starting to twist
Feelings of a new kind
Start to fill my unclear mind
I no longer have control of
I'm about to push and shove
Right back without any frets
Bullies are gonna regret
Treating me like a door mat
I've had it and THAT IS THAT