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Birth, life, Death
By: Miracle Man
3-22-2020
Betwixt illumination and shade, a place dubbed life,
sequestered, many pray, that it returns to the same.
The discontent that exists, is the father of strife,
and young adults play, an “in the moment” game.
Politicos believe no catastrophe should be wasted,
so they push a narrative and perpetuate false claim.
Too many are deserving of being lambasted,
it is not a new paradigm but the same old game.
Most are as “full of wind as a corn-eating horse,”
“and got more guts than you could hang on a fence.”
Caught breaking their oath many show no remorse,
and insider trading should be a capital offense.
Streets littered with garbage that feeds flies,
graffiti on walls, not definately art designs;
I am too jittery to look around, it's very unwise
to drift on these sidewalks sparking with fire.
The piles of litter feeds rats even during daytime,
this section of the city is too dangerous to describe;
the presence of cops is minimal, they fear shootings
young adults smoke K2 * and pass out within minutes.
This neighborhood is always shown on the six o' clock news,
it could be robbery, stabbing, harassment, rape and murder;
there's a predator waiting for kids by the restaurant Bar,
they may not return home after a hang-out with friends.
People living here, must rebel and clean up this horrible mess;
garbage brings more crime and night ladies on high heels,
let them dispose of this filth and bring life to the streets...
that cathedral with the image of Christ awaits all repentants..
Take back your streets and put an end to corruption and profits
march down City Hall and show your concern for safety;
livelihood is something we all desire, it prevents poverty,
any society that scurries by ignoring filth deserves what it gets.
K2: Is synthetic marijuana
Written on 7/16/2016
II.
Do you know of lovely Janice,
freshman in university,
Dad sent her to expand her mind,
to reason and think critically,
hoping that it would prepare her
for a world that often is harsh,
instead she came back spouting stuff,
that was well-and-truly bizarre.
First, she had chopped off all her braids,
“It’s appropriation,” she said,
then went into some bullsh-t spiel
on how ‘only blacks’ can wear dreads,
ignoring that Celts wore dreadlocks
before knowing Africa was there,
and that most cultures in the world
had figured out how to braid hair!
And a whole bunch of other stuff
that she tried to pass as deep thought,
she hated ‘all men,’ and the country,
and endlessly railed against God.
This wasn’t something that she had
organically stumbled upon,
the more she spoke, the more he knew
the origin of all this wrong,
it all came from the professors,
the ones ensconced in liberal arts,
espousing luxury beliefs,
to young souls still ruled by the heart.
Taking tired socialism,
dressing it up as some crusade
to make youth feel like they’re ‘heroes,’
fighting ‘injustice’ in their age,
getting degrees in bad ideas,
that are of no use in real life,
gender theory, post modernism,
and other academic tripe,
so when those young minds graduate
with two hundred thousand in debt,
a barista serving coffee
is the best job that they can get.
And where are all the professors
when the ex-students see the flaws?
Safe up in ivory towers,
protect by the tenure laws.
They never have to pay the price
for bad ideas they inculcate,
luxury thoughts they can only hold
due to the wealth they claim to hate,
pay no price for lives they destroy
with leftist ideology,
trusted them to lead young adults,
but they’ve led them to tragedy,
learning nothing on how to think,
just some sleaze-ball professor’s will,
these academics betrayed us,
we really should treat them like filth.
I am so grateful that I got the experience of being a mom
the total love and affection for a small being
who you get to love, nurture, and keep alive
Time passes, though, and both of my boys grew into adults
I still love them as much as ever,
but our relationships have changed, as they should
While they make their way as young adults, I get to sit back
and watch, pray, and support them as I can
Do I always get it right? NOT at all! But it comes from my heart.
As each of them strived to make their mark on the world,
one of my sons experienced addiiction. It has been a heart breaking
journey for the whole family. I pray for him constantly.
It has been very hard to receive scorn and anger from my oldest
son on how I have handled his brother's addiction. Apparently,
I have done nothing right and how dare I reach out for his support?
Families are a wonderful place to find love and acceptance
however, it is also a place to find very deep hurt because
those closest to you can hurt you the deepest.
We spent thousands of dollars
On our children’s education
Friends advised that we send them to State colleges
Less expensive they said
Not as prestigious we replied.
After spending money, time and energy
We have little to brag about
Our children,
Young adults now,
Part of a lost generation,
Have come back home
Desperate about their futures
Unable to find jobs.
There are moments when
We feel that we
Have failed them
But our children are tougher than we think
They do their part
They network
They are computer savvy
They know they must start
In jobs lower than expected
After all
Wasn’t it said
Generations ago
That without a future
There can be no tomorrow?
Where were the Declaration of Independence and Constitution signed?
Give up? It is Pennsylvania. One of the original thirteen colonies, one that is mined.
Keystone State, Quaker State, Oil State – which one is right? All three actually.
Combing them to the Keystone Quaker Oil State would make more sense to me.
Of course William Penn named the state after his father – the other William Penn.
Why not just say you are naming it for yourself? This surely was done on a little whim.
Taylor Swift the singer is probably the most prominent celebrity from the state
Who is still living, alive, and well – one to whom teens and young adults can relate.
Kobe Bryant of course is from Pennsylvania, Amanda Seyfried, Kevin Hart and Tina Fey.
But more about the state – do not miss the Crayola Factory if you are heading out this way.
It is in Lehigh Valley Pennsylvania, and it produces three billion crayons every year.
The Hershey Chocolate factory in Hershey, Pennsylvania is not to be missed, that’s clear!
Pennsylvania is the only one of the thirteen colonies that is not bordered by the ocean,
But you can visit Punxsutawney, the home of Punxsutwaney Phil if you have a notion.
I steer clear of Philadelphia because of the politics, the traffic and crime after dark,
But if you want to see the Liberty Bell, you must head there immediately. It is in the park.
While in Philadelphia you could visit the Cathedral Basilica of St. Peter and Paul
It is gorgeous, an architectural beauty, that stands ever so glorious and tall.
There is also the Wannamaker Organ, Masonic Temple and Independence Hall.
Maybe I should head toward Philadelphia on second thought, after all….
I stood at the threshold
Of a promising life,
Ready to step out bold,
Face challenges and strife.
I wanted to soar,
Like an eagle in the sky.
Eager to conquer more,
To reach really high.
One fateful day I awoke,
To a painful, swollen knee,
In one terrible stroke,
It changed what I was to be.
Multiple hospital trips,
And neverending tests.
Our hearts missed a skip,
Yet we hoped for the best.
"Osteosarcoma"
Was the dreaded disease.
I felt dazed, in a coma;
My brain seemed to freeze.
My family drowned in tears,
My future looked so bleak.
Haunted by many fears,
Uncertain, depressed, meek.
My dreams torn and tattered,
A maelstrom of emotions.
My parents were shattered;
Were there any solutions?
Would I ever walk again?
Would I lose my lower limb?
Would I become a burden?
The situation was grim.
My folks offered prayers,
With devotion and fervor.
Could unkindly fate dare
Snatch their son forever?
My doctor reassured me,
On his face a kind smile;
"There's no need to worry;
You'll be fine in awhile."
He explained me the treatment,
And then asked "Is that clear?"
I was filled with resentment,
Worried for those I held dear.
They excised the tumor,
Chemotherapy began.
I was plagued by bad humor,
Wondering at God's plans.
It seemed an eternity;
Painful weeks crawling by.
I wallowed in self pity.
All alone, I would cry.
Now that is all over.
The disease has been cured.
I feel I'm in clover
I feel reassured.
The dark clouds have vanished.
I have jettisoned gloom,
My demons I have banished,
And let optimism bloom.
My life is now settled,
I like working, have fun.
I am in fine fettle.
This battle I have
Every poem has a story,
camouflaged, primped, made up and dressed to the hilt;
fill ins, understudies and leads,
are rehearsed, played, acted out and filmed.
Within the start all life is openly displayed
by the first impassioned kiss of young lovers,
the bold defiant attitude of teenagers, young adults
with secrets, lies, and crushes of hormonal desires.
In maturity, two lovers are torn from selfishness
to promise, trust and vow a never ending bond of love,
then brings forth new born babes and their first words,
first steps, endless chatter, that first independent “no”.
Life begins again and moves forward
as all the experiences and stories swell
with uncontained joy and laughter yet to tell.
Years press on too quickly in fast forward time
and everyone grows to relay the play on words
of how life was lived and came to be known.
Every poem speaks out the history
of life and love, its dreams and hopes,
its trials and tribulations, its tears and loss
revealed in the poets harmony.
The Calloway’s mama was not unlike an octopus
With tentacles in the PTA, the church, the A.A.,
She was involved in every aspect of whatever.
Her friends kept her abreast of what her six children were about.
When they were young, she knew before they arrived home
About each of their infractions, and was plotting their guilt.
Not unlike the mama’s of the other religious persuasions.
She was the ultimate mama.
The Calloway children could not keep secrets from her.
Even as young adults, and even forty-year olds,
They watched their peas and q’s, not wanting to disappoint.
Mama Calloway was not unlike an octopus
With interested, curious, loving tentacles everywhere
Grabbing her children up and giving them a hug, kiss or swat
Depending upon what they needed at that exact moment.
Old Man Calloway was not nearly involved, thinking
Children should be released at age eighteen. Silly man!
First you breathe on her
Was it love or lust?
Was it fact or fiction?
You stared in the windows through my heart
Of age or not
We begot
A child co-created along the way
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shouldn’t have been bound
To our allure’s
While in our tangents
We’re hell bent to ignore ourselves each other family and God
Finding it odd no one
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Don’t do the act, if you want to relax
Don’t do the thing, if you want to be free
Don’t undress, then latter protest
If you wanna be free, be real
Wait until the marriage bed
Don’t play with God or Woman
Abstinence be morally free
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Abort not keep your hands and genitals to yourselves
There’s no maybe’s, in co-creating a baby
Unless you’re in the marriage bed
Only then, only then this is what God sanctions
Of age or not
We shall not begot
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
A child co-created along this way
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shan’t be bound only from now on repented we will only,
Conceive only in the Marriage Bed
10/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©