Long Waring Poems
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It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.
We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local folklore,
until they came to prey on us,
and we all learned that they were much more.
The panic, at first, was intense,
folks were dying, it seemed surreal,
vampires, zombies, werewolves, ghosts,
and other such beasties were real.
They were as bad as legend said,
but we soon figured out one truth,
the ways to kill them in legend
really worked—we knew what to do.
The werewolves were the easiest,
you just bought some silver-tip rounds,
given all this country’s hunters
it took two years to gun them down.
As for ghosts, if you do not know,
ectoplasm is diffuse matter,
floating in air, it is easy prey
for the common vacuum cleaner.
Then dump it into a furnace,
and watch the ghostie burn away,
old houses everywhere were safe,
no more hauntings came into play.
Vampires could blend in the best,
of the monsters they killed the most,
UV flashlights or smeared garlic
was all it took to make them toast.
The zombies, good lord, they were slow,
and not all that hard to destroy,
army snipers would take head shots,
and attack choppers were deployed.
They’d shoot down with their miniguns,
guaranteed they’d catch zombie head,
since the undead liked to cluster,
an easy target for sprayed lead.
We even had a kaiju-type
dragged its lumbering form onshore,
just as big as a skyscraper,
a three-hundred foot carnivore.
We fired antiship missiles,
half-dozen of them did the trick,
set up some coastal air patrols
to take care of the beasts right quick.
In retrospect, it all makes sense,
after all, we are humankind,
we’ve been waring since we could walk,
countless weapons came from our mind.
We’ve killed sabertooths and smallpox,
run down real threats without pity,
killed tens of thousands in battle,
even nuked two of our cities.
What’s a werewolf compared to that?
What threat’s a vampire these days?
Those beasts should be afraid of us,
since we always find ways to slay.
Maybe we need better monsters,
a challenge for our evolved state,
something that can inspire fear,
the kind we can appreciate—
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Murder on the street
Blood spilt everywhere
Every corner, every turning
Horror, stinch, cries, stains
Father can you hear them
Souls wondering the young
The old, the rich, the poor
Father their are falling
Murder on the streets bodies everywhere
No ones talking
No ones caring
Coffins filling,grave yards overflowing
Family in mourning
Hearts are broken
Gangs are waring
Mamma its everywhere.
Can you see them
Father I can't stop writing
These souls keep on chanting
Horror,stinch,fear,blood its everywhere.
Murder on the streets
Can't you hear them
Father these souls are desperately chanting
Fear,tears ,shivers and nightmares.
Murder on the street can you smell them
Wounded, dying, suffering, pain it's everywhere.
"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." "There has never been a good war nor a bad peace." Quotations which held true for two separate generations. Nations declare war to increase their territorially expanse into other nations where it does not belong. They caste their covetous and greedy eyes upon rich natural resources. Why bother to trade with other countries?
When aggressive nations can snatch and grab their ill gotten gains. Trade routes and access to water ways. Nations were doing this before the beginning of recorded history. Before tribal groups organized themselves.
Focusing our attention spans. Backwards into the first Old Testament Biblical book of the Bible, Genesis. When Cain took a stone and killed his brother Abel, because he was jealous and filled with wrath. And people have been killing each other and declaring war ever since.
Warfare only provides an aggressive no win solutions to preexisting premediated circumstances'. Frequently spiraling rapidly out of the control of the waring nations. Resulting in massive genocide! Famine! Pestilences! World wide epidemics'! Why not read the last book of the New Testament Bible, The book of Revelations for yourselves? All warfare succeeds in accomplishing is "making the devil laugh." And widowers, widows, and orphans travail!
The Bible predicts the Psalm 83 middle eastern war. The Gog and Magog war mentioned in the Old Testament Book of the Bible, The book of Ezekiel. And finally the Battle of Armageddon mentioned in the book of Revelations.
The second coming of Jesus Christ to the earth, will occur at the sounding of the 7th trumpet. He will be riding a white stallion, and will have an escort service. The heavenly angels and the heavenly saints will be accompanying him. Both the False Prophet and the False Christ will be cast alive into the Lake of Fire! Satan, his fallen angels, demons and condemned mankind will be
joining him one thousand years later!
The Holy Trinity, the heavenly angels and saints. Both during the church age of trace and Tribulation saints will live to see. The one thousand year reign of Jesus Christ! The tribulation saints only will be able to reproduce themselves.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 30, 2020
Have we put so many conditions on our
interactions with others,
Even with our mothers,
To reach a point where no kind of caring,
will be unconditional,
And robots will be the only significant others,
That with our conditions have no bothers.
For those who were taught that the only type of caring,
If one wants to be sharing,
Instead of waring,
Everyday becomes harder to get others,
To understand our helpful offers,
Come without conditions,
Or expectations
Except unconditional acceptance,
Of an offer made out of a caring stance,
That encourages them to dance.
As long as there are those of us around,
Still above ground,
Who don't attach conditions on caring,
There will still be opportunities,
To experience the realities,
Of enjoying,
Sharing in an environment,
That puts no conditions on caring,
Because the alternative can ever only be
a lot more waring.
A type writer then a symbol of evolution,
A type of writing in all professions,
No pen open to ink solutions,
In One thumb link fashions,
The key board resolutions,
Make many types of solutions,
Crying,smiling types solutions,
Waring,peace types solutions,
Invading or existing types solutions,
In fighting for freedom,Mandela type solutions,
For good,for bad in black and white,solutions,
For Dumbs expressions forming via typing impressions,
Writers,pen found innovations,lap tops,writers innovations,
Writers now a type of no solutions,before folding top revolutions!
(In remembrance of Christopher Latham Sholes,the inventor)
Manchester, Manchester please dont cry
How I wish, I could wipe your watery eyes
These images I see terrifies me
Mothers in mourning,fathers are broken
Manchester, Manchester please dont cry
Families are hurting
Cities in fear
Nations uprooting, religon dividing
Policitians deciding, the world waring
Manchester, Manchester keep the faith
These souls that were taken will surely fly
Heaven is awaiting
Manchester, Manchester hear these words
Angels are descending
The gates are opening
Manchester , Manchester we hear your cries
Your heart is shattered
Your faith is broken
Mercy surely will be knocking
The light is shaded
The darkness has come
Manchester , Manchester dont be saden
Jesus will be craddling
The dead are only sleeping.
The pre-dawn rang
as cat choirs sang
in waring gangs
sharp and rank
before they sprang
with claw and fang.
Isn’t it an overweening piety
to think that diverse cat societies
would address conflicts more politely
observe more cultural propriety
and politic more peacefully and quietly
than our own species, which behaves violently
Are we not, in part, their masters?
Don’t we war for goals we’re after?
Aren’t some of our leaders practically gangsters?
Does any species author more disasters?
Humans are - frankly - alpha-predator bastards.
If the language of cats, we could unscramble,
and into their feral dialogs we could wrangle,
perhaps we’d see that they’re just following our example.
There is so much confusion,
Running rapid…
All over the world people
Hating each other because of the color of their skin,
Children dying from poverty,
Elderly dying no mercy
And Lord you reign high
You surpass the compass
And with only in you are we blessed
Help Lord won’t you help Lord O’ God can you help us…
O’ God I can’t
We can’t do anything, no not nothing
We can’t do anything without you
O’ God I won’t
Spend a day without you
Not a minute without you
And you’re so true
We honoring you
O’ God I can’t do nothing wit out you
Global warming, ravishes the lands
Antarctica shrinking
Endangered species, civilians waring polices
Hatred wars, turmoil
Satan storms humanity burns
Help Lord won’t you help Lord O’ God can you help us…
O’ God I can’t
We can’t do anything, no not nothing
We can’t do anything without you
O’ God I won’t
Spend a day without you
Not a minute without you
And you’re so true
We honoring you
O’ God I can’t do nothing wit out you
My God, My God today I shall always pray
I shall not never spend a minute nor day without you
10/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
1
Hearts cultivate love,
Minds tend to cultivate war;
War fruits are bitter:-
Let hearts cultivate sweetness,
Producing ripe fruits of peace:-
2
While you’re sitting there with mind and heart,
And thinking just what it is you need to do,
Let you mind freely enter into your heart,
And do what it is that it must now do
Yes, let it go right into your heart,
And get to evicting all that agonizing bull stuff,
Inviting God’s Son to be chief permanent resident;
Now just sit there in that new loving rhythmic heartbeat-
Know now, henceforth, and forevermore,
That where Jesus and His love reside
Satan’s debilitating waring hate can
Never, in that new heart, abide:-
Norman Rockwell
Rockwellesque
brilliant man with nostalgia values
with dreams viewed of a perfect life
depicting amusing scenes
with sense of humor, shown
with heartwarming bonds
memories fade
canvas art
captures
life
12/2/2015
Poetry Contest: Favorite Painter
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Norman Rockwell
Norman Percevel Rockwell was a 20th-century American painter and illustrator. His works enjoy a broad popular appeal in the United States for their reflection of American culture
Born: February 3, 1894, New York City, NY
Died: November 8, 1978, Stockbridge, MA
Children: Thomas Rockwell, Jarvis Waring, Peter Barstow
Organizations founded: Famous Artists School
Notable works: Willie Gillis, Rosie the Riveter, Four Freedoms, The Problem We All Live With