Long Objecting Poems
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Call it as it is!
Not mistaken.
Not uninformed –
They just don't care!
Death in record numbers
at our Southern Border;
Death in the streets
of large cities from
Fentanyl...They just
don't care! Mask-less
getting her hair done;
at the seaside with
his obedient dog, steak
for him and Kibbles
for the population. She
parties in Florida,
while the streets of New
York are rapidly becoming
an uninhabitable sewer –
Even pigeons, rats and
roaches objecting to
piles of feces on sidewalks,
along curbs, obstructing
their normal foraging, healthier
diets of tossed pizza, bagels
and imported lox – They just don't
care! Using God and religion
as a prop, to control the naive
masses, while they get richer,
sitting ever higher on their
imagined Royal Asses. Already
card-caring Mammon's. They
just don't care! Obsessed
with Pursuit-of-power –
badly in need of a soul-cleansing
shower – the Devil Delighted,
fiery-plans for each selfish-hide --
advance reservations on a
Subterranean Ride –
Like Sleeping Beauty waiting for her prince to come some day
I've waited half a century to feel the things you say
I've heard the words before and always thought I understood
But never have I felt their touch, nor even knew I could
How would I have ever known that I'd spent all this time
Clutched tightly to my reasons with no credence to their rhyme
Searching for someone to share my life because I should
Wide awake yet half asleep and good enough with good
Then you came into my life like snow so gently falling
I heard a voice inside myself from deep within, a calling
Something's different in the way your words befall my ears
I realized my heart has missed their touch throughout the years
When you say "I love you" there's a sparkle in your eyes
Every time I see it, it still takes me by surprise
A twitch among my dormancy, feelings long in wait
Sensations might I'd never known without your hands of fate.
Unknown to me, this happiness of being what I am
A woman filled with heart and soul, in want and need of man
A want to please, reciprocate, objecting his desire
Needing this new warmth I feel each time we stoke the fire
Like Sleeping Beauty waiting for her prince to come some day
How grateful I will always be that you had come my way.
This beautiful sleeping side of life I could have easily missed
Without loves touch inside my heart, awakened when we kissed.
-Jeannie Minor
A political Opinion
(idioms taken from More Texas Sayings)
Composed: by Miracle man
3-26-2020
I believe she’s “so narrow minded
that she could look through a keyhole with both eyes,”
and could “start an argument in an empty house.”
When it comes to objecting, “she’s faster than small town gossip,”
and “so crooked you can’t tell from her tracks if she’s coming or going.”
I’ve always felt it’s better,”to keep your mouth shut and seem a fool,
than to open it and remove all doubt.”
She’s “like a rubber nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.”
I’ve seen “her eyes stick out like a cowcatcher on a switch engine”
she “looks like death warmed over.”
because “she’s been around since water was wet,”
But,”she can strut sitting down,”
and believes that, “if she crows the sun comes up.”
Most politicians are like hogs, “they can’t pass a mud hole,”
and when they get their way, “they’re as happy as a hog in mud,”
but compromise “is like putting socks on a rooster,”
and “a hit dog always howls”
Tom
Terror deep into that darkness scaring
Terror death shall bring out extremists
Death long I stood there provoking, declaring scaring
Terror I crave the terrorist, tearing
Terror you warned me about the sparer, not caring
Terror overreacting and overreaction with my militancy
I protest as I contest
I have dreamed of the elements
I crave the material, militant! Militants!
But in the fact that it was dripping
Still is whipping, still is whipping, whipping up destruction and terror
Much I marveled the material battlefield
The military melancholy mussing
Terror while I pondered, tearing and sealing just short of stealing
Terror deep into that darkness objecting
Terror death shall bring substances
“It’s that beating, “so I muttered
Terror picking up dead bodies that clutter
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen burning
and you can grasp the nature of your suffering
When alluring wonders in silence you keep admiring
and the words within you are still and hiding
When you muse and long for verse reciting
and the Muse of poetry, your soul invoking
When to all the missing links I am yielding
as every ounce of me aching for poetry, my life sustaining.
August 5th, 2020
As I waltz with a whim awareness begins to wander within
And whistles that whisper of wicked waves as I walk in the wind
My conscience is dim, it seems the sky has just fallen again
With a Provocative glimpse i imagine, will this apocalypse end?
I frolic with sin, but commom tension’s demolished my grin
And solemn events have stripped me naked and altered my skin
The autumn ascends, and changes become chaotic I cringe
And my soul sees it’s color crawl and descend
Through columns of brimstone below in a fiery pit
My desire to live is shadowed by an entire eclipse
Although I feel sunshine, prior, my mind it submits
The truth aquired it’s dense, and viewed as dire suspense
So why are we sent, into a world induced by feudal
meaning
And who is it who chooses if we live as human beings
Who’s a demon? who has faith? who’s awake? and who is dreaming?
Who’s deceiving? who’s a snake? who’s a fake? and who has reason?
What do you believe in? be percise, is there a face of death
And is it jesus christ or satans hex that takes away your breath
And as mistakes progress does it allow you to retrace your steps
Or just display inept selections staging into vain regrets
Sensations vexed,emotions mixed feeling inside out I'm upside down now
Poured my heart out to the point that my internal organs dried out
Abundant weight upon the shoulders with a wish that I could lie down
Limbs are limber, old, and fragile, evolution says to die now
Cause I’ve found, our life’s secrets through tampered confessions
People lean on me, and spill the beans as dander progresses
What is life? what is death? if you feel your candor objecting
Re-incarnation, then deju-vu can answer your questions .