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We see you clearly.
We know your names.
White hair, clean suits—
but a stained conscience.
You sit high on seats of power
while young girls stand on hunger,
on fear,
on dreams still unnamed.
You call it “help,”
but it is trade in pain.
You call it “love,”
but it is a trap for those with no choice.
Need is not consent.
Silence is not agreement.
A hand that takes from weakness
is not a hand—it is a chain.
You buy forced smiles,
you pay for futures in fragments,
then return home
without ever looking back.
But every tear
becomes testimony.
Every broken dream
becomes an accusation.
One day the voices will rise—
not with money,
but with truth.
And history will call your names
not “great men,”
but abusers.
You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing,
you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading-
into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging
into something new, indestructible and its paying-
for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating-
whether it's hells best friend, and heaven's clever liar
it's all about the thoughts, the ones that take the time creating-
a poisonous kiss, Snow White's apple, her curious desire-
so sudden yet expected, this obvious satire-
of a mess, a disaster, it's not only killing a fair maiden
but all of the minds involved in this strange iced fire-
one that's about to be put out, and the red apple can trade in-
for the lingering premonition, you've been regretting
cause nothing can be far worse than simply neglecting.
1733 INSURRECTION ON- St John
Lament Danish West Indies
Bring yon, those terrible humans
Who’s to say that there’re of humanity?
Amidst this day of 1733
Akwamu islands
Home of no proper human
Rebellion
Run darken skin one
Revolting as it may
Ghana Danish West Indies
Capture, imprison and enslave, them
Place the shackles of endearment
Enslave them
Rebellion
Hunt them down
Maroon them
Work, enslave them all
Shoot them
Less than animals, 1/3 human
Work, them
Hurt them
Slave labor
It’s the only behavior
Hunt them
Work them
Slave labor
Danes ordain
Slave trade, in 18th century
Fond memories fade
Africans names changed
To match their masters
Last name solely
Mainly call “boy” or whatever
Enslave them
Rebellion
Hunt them down
Maroon them
Work, enslave them all
Shoot them
Less than animals, 1/3 human
Homeland Akwamu’s had been nobles
Wealthy merchants
Powerful members of heir society
Insurrection
DE throne, DE mane, and placed under slave control
Plant the crops
Sugar and other such
Tobacco, corn, squash
It’s the only behavior
Work them all
Or kill them so…
Less than animals, 1/3 human
Work, them
Hurt them
Slave labor
It’s the only behavior
Hunt them
Work them
Slave labor
Danes ordain
Slave trade, in 18th century
Fond memories fade
1733 INSURRECTION ON- St John
11/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class November 19, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
When I shop for an automobile,
I don’t worry much about speed.
Good mileage per gallon I want.
A van or a truck I don’t need!
So I guess if shopped for a spouse
the way that I shop for a car,
that means that my man wouldn’t need
much fuel, but he still could go far!
And since I can’t stand vans and trucks
(preferring a car rather small),
my man, by those very same standards,
would not be too hunky at all.
Neither too slow nor too fast, my man
would be like a Mitsubishi
A Spyder Eclipse, rather cute,
and super efficient for me!
When I shop for an automobile,
looks matter! I love a great hue.
And sporty is nice, but oh my,
what guy in the world is light blue?
And finally this is a must -
I want a convertible top!
Does that mean that men with toupees
are spouses for whom I should shop?
The spouse I have now is not small
nor sporty; his color is grey!
He’s bald, so he’s somewhat a rag-top.
I could purchase for him a toupee!
When all my old cars put on miles,
I always considered a trade-in.
But now that I’m old like my spouse,
I don’t think I’ll go through that again!
Oh i've seen Him Circling.! I have observed Him pour; bright (THE LIVING WATER) such beauty came forth.' A crystal stream
From its fountain Head..Does it seem impossible.? In the light of an earth day let
Him be my witness, as to what i now say.'
He is a seeker.' Searching each mans heart
Forgive me Father..For I am un-worthy of my part.! His sons blood redemptive, awaits but your call, make it from the seat of your being, or not at all.' He tells me test the spirits maybe you too..I am overwhelmed often, yet He brings me through.' Redeemed, foregiven are the blocks of faith.' We must indeed grapple and confront the weight, we can persevere
When He guides our fate..What shall we offer.? For He needs no-thing.' Yet i sense there i a seed he wants us to bring.' Its the
Name of Jesus, true and conquering King
Its i percieve a self-searching.' Constantly
checking our way thing, the path the road, where we can find rich soil if the soul and the willing hearts, the pasture of sin.Rich and strong, is the test of your commitment, will
You continue on.? Will you live and breathe His spiritual lessons, that The Holy Spirit can reveal Gods posseiion of all earth and heavens? Share of the breath of death, versus 'new beginnings' bless all around in
The Spirit, and advise them on winning freedom in Christ, and eternal life' for a trade in of depression despair and death
Expose His teachings, bring many to full health.!!!
Me... creature of comfort? Bah
Once again mine lock, stock
and barrel trade in balderdash
finds yours truly (i.e. me)
to type poem frisson a$$ off
as dentures chatter and gnash,
while still inside me gobstopper,
(the sole way to generate
plea for coveted heat),
which will moost likely
meet chilly reception
whereby ye will predictably
not even bat an eyelash
perchance receive critical backlash
'pon reading what qualifies
as mine trademark mishmash,
yet though just axing you to quash
knee jerk reaction, or
unfairly con sitter me brash
not trying to make waves splash,
cuz yours truly prefers
amenable conflict resolution versus
airing sentiments online,
where differing opinions
spark byte size clash,
diminishing sympathy for
devilish dude with toothless flash,
(who by the way could benefit
courtesy bajillion dollars in cash),
though lavish largesse
much appreciated stash.
Superfluous here within chilly apartment
reasonably rhyming lament,
cuz central heater spews
cool air out vent,
no matter Kevin with son Kyle
(two man maintenance crew)
formerly named recently
replaced small circuit board,
mine genuine acknowledgement
once given, I surmised meant
his professional technical services
would be unnecessary,
until hot steamy summer weather
necessitates well mannered climate
controlled environment,
whereby malfunctioning
central air conditioning,
would find yours truly
donning bare banal civilities
(think emperor and his
new nonexistent/see thru clothes)
as totally tubular tumblr
harmless long haired fervent
pencil necked baby boomer gent
chilling profusely sweaty geek,
(matt her horn fact dashing
apostle impossible mission
not to chuckle testament)
speeding unsightly birthday suit
scaring old fogey folks out their wits,
especially seeing petrified
atrophied balled naughty BitTorrent.
23 Line Haiku Hijack
I stole a haiku from the Japanese
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 23 lines to make it fat
Fed it chocolate day and night before we started
Threw the 5-7-5 lines overboard in flight
Then placed the new one on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make for sound haiku
Deliciously raw like sushi
Japan hates my poetry and me. They call it criminal
Call it distasteful, crude and rude and even disrespectful
Complaining it suffered from too many lines and rhymes
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless Afghan man
A Taliban by trade, in need of a wife
He realized the mistake we made
Haiku is not an overweight woman, so he returned it
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 23 lines in what Japanese call, disgraceful
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong
It changes the meaning and is far too long
Haiku will never be the same again
I sent it off to India on a train…a quatrain to be exact.
I have no shame, and that's a fact
Yankee-two-kilo
Yankee-two-kilo
Can you read me?
Y2K
The year 2000's on the way
The new millennium's almost here
To write January 1, 2000 will be weird
Star Trek's beam me up Scottie was
A far out idea
But now the space shuttle goes up
Several times a year
The crew of seven went up that day
(don't look up to watch it burn)
they had no fear, now their view from heaven
Is crystal clear
When January 1 comes will
My computer freeze?
Will I get my money from the
ATM with the greatest of ease?
Did I store any staples and canned
Goods to keep my mind at ease?
Will I be able to trade in the
Stock market as I please?
Y2K
Yankee-two-kilo
Calling all earthlings!
Come aboard
The space center on the moon is
Ready (it has so much more
More than you'd ever imagined before)
Don't look back to watch it burn
It’s about Iran
January 13, 2026: 'Help is on the way,' Donald Trump says as he urges Iranians to 'keep protesting'
Me should be humble. A nobody
Not rich or famous, a cogwheel
But I have eyes, and watch the bawdy
The sneaky moves, “Art of a Deal”
I am no party to no bargain
The secret talks that shouldn’t take place
So “no sh*t hit no fan”, a jargon
Describes a shameful loss of face
Call it smart tactics, moves a-pending
Where final words have not been said
But in my heart, I know the ending
“Pull back and leave”, this story’s end
We made a promise to a nation
That rose to fight the evil scum
In faraway, Mid-East location
With pleas ignored, the world went mum
We could have gone and made a change
Historic chance in our palms
But no, we started an exchange
With heartless beasts without qualms
Have no connection to that nation
“Who cares, not my backyard”, bro
I disagree, peace though ablation
Crazed ayatollahs, they must go
Now, everyone Trump’s tugging ear
With every possible concern
We went and stopped, so far yet near
To watch good folks hanged, shot and burn
Don’t make no trade in dark back alley
Just do what’s right, that should be plan
This film has an unknown finale
Foretell I can’t, I’m no wise man
Be decent, don’t change the offer
This ain’t a real estate deal
Blood spilled for freedom, I’m no scoffer
U.S,, cannot back down or kneel
February 9, 2026
An angel of the Lord said to Mary
God has need of you
A shift is about to occur in your life
Something bold and brand new
If you allow yourself to be redirected
By God's mighty hands
You must then recognize and remain obedient
When God reveals His mighty plans
God moves, God behooves
And His actions may affect more than just you
There will be a paradigm shift
Where multitudes will be influenced too
But your godly dividends will come on the back end
When its time to trade in your spiritual stock
Once you reclaim your hope, trust in your faith to cope
As that shift may cause you some shock
You just need to believe, in order to perceive
That shift may change the course of your life
To now be resigned that God will redesign
Like when He gave Mary His son Jesus the Christ
So let go of hopelessness
As it only capitulated into dead dreams
Reclaim your hope and refocus
As God shifts to bring forth a new thing
It may be a political proclamation
Like that which gave importance to a younger virgin girl
God shifted to make her the bearer of His son Jesus
Thus changing the whole world
So don't ever discount yourself
When it comes to your purpose and possibilities
We are all blessed and highly favored
As we wait for our godly victories
So when God calls you forth remember
All the planning and networking has been set in place
The inventory and supplies have been already delivered
With the shift full of His mercy and grace
Mary reclaimed her hope
And realized her significance in this life
She embraced her shift
And welcomed becoming the mother of Our Lord Christ