Long Petition Poems
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American soldiers have given their lives
in war after war after war after war
Be they in the Army, in the Navy
in the Air Force or the Marine Corps
For four constitutional freedoms
they made the ultimate sacrifice
Freedom of Speech, of the Press
Freedom of Religion, of Assembly
the right to petition and redress
Rightly do we honor the fallen heroes
who've nobly defended our country's ideals
But it is on us who remain to preserve what we've cherished
not to forgo them in tawdry backroom deals
Yet it seems that is just what we've done for the past 60 years
What began as 'cultural revolution' has morphed into fascism and fear
Can we this Memorial Day recall and restore our vaunted freedoms
ere they vanish in dusky corridors of abandoned museums?
Amendments One and Two
By Franklin Price
11/16/2018
Lately I've been thinking
About amendments one and two
And of the rights they guarantee
To the likes of me and you
The first is for the right of speech
For religion and for press
For gathering in a peaceful manner
Not to lie and cause duress
To petition Representatives
Who are sitting on the hill
To tell them of our grievances
That we've more than had our fill
Representatives elected
To represent us one and all
Not to represent their parties
Who have sent them to the ball
Not to bow down to the mega rich
Not To guarantee their quest
Not to take their dirty money
That puts them to the legal test
The Congress to be seated
At the beginning of the year
Should consider we the people
We the people make that clear
And if they do not listen
No matter what we do
And try to take our rights away
We still have amendment two
We have the right to bear our arms
Protect ourselves and family
If they try to take our rights away
We should not go out quietly
I pray we never have to act
I hope we all agree
If Washington would do its job
We will never have to see
I.
Fold, crease, unfold, sheets
of paper thin as possibility,
a crisp white plea to gravity.
Forty-five times, a cosmic origami
building bridges from table to the moon.
The mind dreams, unfurls
dimensions from the flatness,
each fold a petition of ascension.
But reality, that quiet artisan,
intervenes. Seven, eight,
perhaps nine folds—
the paper resists,
its fibers tightening,
a rebellion against a lunar destiny.
The geometry of dreams
collapses into the physics of limitation,
a negotiation between ambition and restraint.
II.
Sated with the hunger of excess,
we feast at counters where gluttony
is a ritual, a rhapsody of indulgence.
Plates piled high, offerings to the insatiable
gods of appetite, mouths moving
in a tempo of ingestion.
Like a paper's rebellion against too much
folding, the body, too, whispers its limits.
Sometimes in tears, sometimes in laughter,
but always in inevitability, the stomach's
silent protest, a wall that even the voracious
cannot breach. Eruption looms, a volcanic
protest, or else the creeping weight, its own
gravity pulling the body to a corporeal moon.
III.
From paper to body, from the moon
to the food, all are tethered by the finite,
implacable laws governing a universe
of possibility.
Fold and unfold, feast and decline,
the trajectory of excess tempered by
the ever-present specter of consequence.
Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved,
Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his home;
It took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered,
They tracked him down and shot, skinned and beheaded him.
It was senseless, cowardly, cruel and barbaric,
Oh I weep for Cecil the lion with the rest of the world;
And all animals victims of trophy hunters who kill for the fun,
Our voices must be united and be strong, we must end poaching.
We must demand justice for Cecil and all animals,
The hunting for sport must be stopped as it is murder;
No amount of money makes it right, no more heads on walls,
No more animals killed by cowards with big egos and money to do it.
Sign a petition, make your voice heard loudly,
Laws need to change so that animals no longer die;
This particular killer will be tracked down just like he did,
But we will be more humane, we won't shot, skin and behead him.
This coward in hiding must face justice in Zimbabwe.
__________________________
August 26, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Justice For Cecil The Lion
Copyright Protected, ID 15-703-723-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest , What Is Your Form Of Justice,
sponsor, Tammy Reams
First Place
Airlines charge for luggage now
Although that once was free.
They make a mint demanding
That all flyers pay a fee.
They also charge for food and drink
And “extra” legroom, too.
We grouse and grumble but there’s not
A lot that we can do.
And now I hear they’re sinking
To an even lower low.
There’ll be a cost for bins that hold
The smaller things we stow.
United’s at the forefront
Of this latest air offense,
To build their coffers quickly
At the passengers’ expense.
I just signed a petition
That will underscore this view.
In the meantime, when I’m flying,
I’ll stay loyal to JetBlue.*
*which still doesn’t charge for
luggage and gives free snacks, too
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
American citizens are born with the inalienable right
To peaceably assemble, to petition
Their grievances, their aversions, their plights.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Marching and rioting; with causes so deep;
Hubris and anger taking the charge, engaging
In destruction, threatening the welfare of the public at large.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Women's rights, undocumented immigrants,
The racial divide and global affairs their major concerns;
Heightened by the outcome of this unprecedented election,
Propelling feckless tactics and undue aggression.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Celebrities jumping on board; rallying with acrid voices,repudiating calm
resolution for revolt and revolution.
What have they accomplished, what have they done; tarnished the
credibility of voices that should peacefully be sung.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
February 20, 2017
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Sent
in the clutch of the chaos
in the dispensation of time
in the malevolent in the distant
God sends a man
a man from God in the turmoil
in terrain and the foundation
of the darkness he is embraced
within a light God so shines
through him so he sent a man
in the petition of his phenomenal love
God sends a man
woman he sent to you
sends to love you he is endowed
with Christ above the God
In him resonates it's you that he loves
God sends a man
all the patience all the beauty
he's spiritual first it is his chosen duty
to love in all in awe he loves
he's a brother he's a disciple
he's beloved child of the promise
he is engaging in every ever after and ever after
he's awaiting patiently for your love
or wait the promise of the beautiful
Beloved beautiful man who is sent
Sent to you but love
Love him daughter of the most high God
for a beautiful man God has sent
10/24/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Upended side silhouetted curves
Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel
Stroke of silk amber timber turns
Tranced incessant performer to animal
Strings emit unconcious melody
Calloused hands mollest chords, glide
Neat neck shake resonates body
Four kick outline organise notes inside
Looped chorus caught contagion
Spills rhythmic spools of tuneful allure
Tale telling verse's return enables
Beat subdued by soulful bridge endure
Slow tempo finale of song abrupt
Fickle fingers emptied petition an encore
Bouy bubble brief popped corrupt
Cadence swings wild windswept rapport
6th February 2021
Written for Contest: Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Two sparrows on the beach,
Glittery over their peaks,
Amused over crashes,
Inseparably,they excite themselves beyond watches,
The breeze blows wind towards their directions,
Red and white feathers,
I'm jealous of what they are enjoying,
It's like Adam meeting Eve the first time,
Greed in the males heart pulls line,
Fears to lose a pretty pie,
Chipping the edges of a coconut husk,
Feeds the lady with care and strong task,
How marvelous of constraining debris from their eyes,
It trays under their segmental reviews of lights,
Moving in triangles came feeble nights,
Pulled wings to hug themselves in skies,
Can't explain the magic caused by their intention,
Overlayed with incomparable affection,
Erratic rains on their demonstrable love fringe,
Yet,zeal screens on their solemn cringe,
The female sings to empower the lover for proximity,
Since she knew that could be a hilarious jingle,
"Did I confute anything against you",sounded to vertices,
The male bird whispered gracefully,
"No you've not" ,gladly she responded,
About breathe,closer did they split hatred,
The tendency of a close up,
Introduced a table of veracity,
Against hatred,they fled to stay permanent on a bough
Falcon called out,no reply,
Against decrees,they've made it a role of wearing seductive collection,
Night fell when they won a petition,
Their home was amended with contention,
Brilliant in their free retention.
We all want gifts I guess that's true.
Whether Christian or not we petition You,
For money, possessions, good fortune or fame,
The list is a long one, it's always the same.
We petition You daily to end all our worries,
To help us find peace 'midst the hustle and hurry,
To pay all our bills and restore our good name,
And buy a fine house and mayhap lay claim,
To some hidden fortune forgotten about,
So we would be wealthy and ne'er do without;
Forgetting it seems 'midst the worry and fear,
That all that we need is already here.
You've given so much to Your Children it seems,
We've become rather jaded with grandiose dreams,
Of attaining still more things we don't really need,
And we lose sight of all of Your gifts and Your deeds;
For we have a peace in a world where there's none
And though we have worries we still have some fun.
While others will wonder where they'll lay their head,
We have a roof and a warm, comfy bed.
While others will worry what fate lies ahead,
We relax by the hearth and our children are fed.
Thank You for loving us spoiled as we are.
Without You we'd never have made it this far.
You've given us gifts,
Too many to name,
And still You are there,
When we call on Your Name.