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Poetic paean to papa's princess
Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife
whose piercing deliverance...,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,
a beacon complementing/
supplementing homelife,
who will forever be with me
even during our (mine
atheistic couched) afterlife.
She, the mother
of our deux darling daughters, I adore
though ofttimes, she never knows...
expressing love tis quite an arduous chore
concerning me upon this (we quietly celebrate
wedding anniversary two days hence, whoa...
how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed
yes already number xxiv, i.e. twenty four)
orbitz around the sun, we reminisce...
So much emotional turbulence
nearly rent asunder,
I accept culpability (yours truly)
strayed against sacred covenant
went wayward intrepid misdeeds
nearly perilously upended marriage,
said vaguely worded insensate blunder
wrought catastrophic upheaval
reigned analogous how millenniums ago
Vandals, Huns, Goths,
et cetera did plunder
and ransack the
outer limits of Roman empire
our pledged troth shattered,
whereby the missus outclassed Zeus,
she emitted deafening thunder,
yet annulment nor divorce,
she would not grant
sigh of great relief
and mystery I wonder...
To this July twenty third -
how hands of father time
speedily lept away
two thousand and twenty,
an (extra) ordinary day
to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness
toward her, whose troth I pledged
courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel)
mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave
NOT telling me hike along highway
and/or boulevard of broken dreams, motorway
avoided, cuz she thee missus
WANTED me to stay
in role of legally wedded husband
(and father to deux special grown lasses)
when they (progeny)...
were just newborn babes yesterday!
To many of its citizens it's the American Dream
but having been there done that
it made me want to shout and scream
about Congressmen with vested interest
on the board of a corporation
who swayed by lobbyists pass laws
which ransack the coffers of the nation
as the longer I lived in the U.S.A. the more I did learn
and the less I liked what I saw yes it was cause for concern
yet not to give fair warning I would be remiss
that living in America is like looking into the abyss
where if you outwear your welcome
there nightmares do come true
for stay and stare too long and the void
will gaze back into you
it takes strong character to sidestep
their rudeness violence ignorance
and not be worn away in their likeness
of obnoxious self-righteous arrogance
or once immersed let it rub off on you
take you down hold you under 'til that which you knew
all who you were is torn asunder totally obliterated
to become deaf dumb and blind
equally guilty by association an aberration of mankind
'Love it or leave it' an axiom recited
with no spark of humanity or humility ignited
tho' 'In God we trust' said proud overly loud
is their official motto
'Illegitimi non carborundum' is mine...
spoken voce sotto
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
shoes untied, hair uncombed
waling the streets so all alone
tatted clothes ransack house
eating out trash cans day N night
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
has a cold, twenty-four with a runny nose
stands on a corner everyone disowns ya
no place to go, no one goes by him
he poses sitting on old cardboard boxes
watching the people go by in buses
HE IS HOMELESS
BUT HE HAS GOT JESUS
HOMELESS
AND ALTHOUGH HE IS A MESS HE IS STILL BLESS, HE IS JUST
HOMELESS
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
not fit to live but fit to give
you go by him and ya hearing
you hear him talkin to himself
murmuring passages sounds like scriptures to me
and why oh, why is he so happy
and why oh, why is he so happy
Lord God why or why is he so happy
(HUSH......................there is a pause in this song a stillness
wait for it
wait
résumé???)
HOMELESS
not fit to live but fit to give
you go by him and ya hearing
you hear him talkin to himself
murmuring passages sounds like scriptures to me
and why oh, why is he so happy
and why oh, why is he so happy
Lord God why or why is he so happy
no! family none than admit to be his
no job no wants to employ him Well!!
not even a place to say shelter's keeps him hid or telling he they're full
tattered clothes undeserved
tooth's in decay why is he so happy pains everywhere
why does he sing and shout (a loud)
why where does his joy come from
HE IS HOMELESS
BUT HE HAS GOT JESUS
HOMELESS
AND ALTHOUGH HE IS A MESS HE IS STILL BLESS, HE IS JUST
HOMELESS
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
HE HAS God's grace and this is sufficient for him
Written Words by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
Arranged music by The Corinthian
July 3 2007(c)
From Anthology "Something To Sing Praises"2007(c)
I ransack my mind…the blurred tale that cries
On hollow tracks scarcely finding life's way
The bleakest moans, the clearest views reprise--
A pounding shrill of angst which reels all day.
Though a prayerful night quietly drains,
Above, a communion with God remains.
From my confined walls, moonlight slowly bleeds
Ghastly this shadow grilling a leaked pen:
And yet, one flint from heaven’s star accedes
Endowing malaise its final amen.
Shall I grow weaker and perhaps forget
How double-edged illness comes with youth's rain?
Oh where I recline, next evening won't set
Dear moments when smiles are lucid again.
Here... tidal bowl with apples soon to fade
As breaths drop, pass through dusk’s advancing shade.
Contest of Craig Cornish:God Knows Where I Am
6/6/2017
It’s jumbo, huge, gigantic
Or it’s miniscule or small.
She’s frenzied or she’s frantic;
He is towering or tall.
They amble, stroll or saunter
Or they scurry, skitter, scoot.
He’s a braggart or a flaunter;
She is smart or she’s astute.
It’s delectable or yummy
Or it’s nasty, gross or foul.
In the stomach or the tummy,
It might cause a pout or scowl.
As we rummage or we ransack
All the knowledge in our brains,
We find synonyms from way back
Which our intellect retains.
So we dip or delve or plunder
In our word-filled cache or chest,
Plucking nouns or verbs whose thunder
Will leave readers most impressed.
I could keep this up forever
In this rhyme or poem I’ve penned,
But I’m wrapping this endeavor –
It’s finito! That’s the end!
It's to demilitarize Ukraine; to de-Nazify,
Did Ukraine dare attack regions of Donetsk and Lugansk?
Said, yet, Putin; he did not, clear-as-crystal, specify,
Did countries of west arm Kyiv against the Russia's ransack...?
What's truth? Jesus did not ask Pontius Piolet in such vein,
Could all that Putin narrates considered the Gospel-truth?
Total truth was lost in ruthlessness - this was Jesus-pain,
Could Zelenskyy be to hold realistic truths to sooth...?
Ukraine influence in Russia be destroyed, Putin said,
Truth alone wins, they say, is it in reality so?
This, Putin said truth, and, cause why he had to go-ahead,
If truth does not win, where will Ukraine for its justice go...?
Truth is yet, not all; truth, once, used to be devoid of chaff,
Truths of nations of war, need not, bid other nations laugh...!
19 march 2022
Is truth the first casualty of war and why is that Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
shoes untied,
hair uncombed,
just a run away,
no way to belong;
walking the streets so all alone
tattered clothes, ransack home;
eating out of the trash cans day N night
no way to belong
Homeless
has a cold twenty-four with a runny nose
this is his father unemployed
mothers on the corner everyone disowns her
been a parent since she was 12 ???
no place to go
no one goes by her
right she's 25 !!!
He poses sitting on old card board boxes
while the alcohol mom trips and falls off of porches, door she's been knocking on
watching the people go by in buses
Hope less
He's homeless, but He's Got JESUS
She's homeless, but She's Got the Lord
He's homeless, but They Got JESUS
Although they're a mess, they our blessed
Cause they have GOD
Not fit to live but fit to give;
You go by him and ya hearing him talking to him self;
murmuring passages sounding like scriptures to me;
while she's pan handling
you see
Their homeless, but She's Got JESUS
He's homeless, but He's Got, He's Got the Lord;
Although they're a mess, they our blessed
Cause thank God almighty
They have GOD
Oh why or why is he so happy
why or why, why is she so glad
just a thought of suicide, depression, would make the average person mad. . .
Why are they so happy
Why are they so glad
No family, none that would admit to be
NO job no wants to employ them
Not even a place to stay shelter's keeps him (them) hid
tattered clothes undeserved
tooth's N D K (decay) underserved
why is he(they) so happy why do He (they sing and shout (a loud)
Where does the joy come from
seems like they're the only ones;
They HAVE GOD
no longer
Homeless
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from "Something to Sing Praises:(c)2007
July 03 2007
Last good days of innocence
He did came
with no trace
with no chain no fame
no frame or mark of true repentance
In skeletons of liquid pawns
carved in satirical steer
Streets bubbling
enchanted in silence
men wailing,
choking, bundled like sardine
strong drink is a mocker
loneliness is a gradual death
hunger is a conquerer
of this earth
men quarantined
Khaki with arms walking
watching and searching to fight
disobedience
but men can't eat air,
hunger In the street lurks.
At night
men Of the underground
with silence they scatter
they ransack every nooks
and crannies women wrapper
opened lock wildly
from her Can of safe
are cowries bugle
she screams in pain
but to nobody
Innocence is to innocent
boys gone to obtain
for the belly
pockets must open
sachets
must be broken
with the matches
"Good she "gone bad"
Hunger don't taste nice
innocence is a title
men locked inside
with chains of fear
can't decide
what this tide wears
they stretch run with their eyes
while standing here with their feet
looking like a lion on a pouncing game
preying an antelope to eat
loud streets wraps in pretence
mosques sits quite
Churches gone with God in trance
clubs eat boredom as diet
Cono!! what have you done
to men of the west
confidence in them is gone
to den
conscience has fallen from
thier pockets
Innocence is a title
they tear the streets
from house to house
bungling every safe to feed
feed from the ruins of
the skeleton of the liquid pawn
23/4/2020
Pick -A- Title , Volume 16-free verse 2
Last good days of innocence
Edward Ibeh