Malcontents Poems

Swarmed

One shade below hot pink crazy 
lies the hue of the unreformed;
Sly malcontents always performed 
One shade below hot pink crazy;
Instructions on living wildly 
incited a shift when they swarmed;
One shade below hot pink crazy 
lies the hue of the unreformed.

The Eve Before

malcontents crapping on democracy
then complaining about how it stinks
the anarchist and antichrist
keepers of the stagnate stye 
It is the eve before the prince of peace

IN THE NAME OF THE LORD '

I have set my face against them says the Lord..'
Those who would rule my posessions.' Those
Malcontents in infamy.. World leaders? These are
Merely world feeders.' Bottom dwellers way below
My Throne..' Who has seen my power?? Stored in
The vaults of the ages.! Have you harnessed the wind?
Does light appear when you summon? Can you fashion
The chains of darkness.? Tell me how I embellish them?
For those that are held by them know it not.' Who among
You splinters the deep waters? By the sound of their voice!!
Can you recall the spirits of the dead.? I know them all by
Name.' As I know my servants names.' Names they do not
Yet know! Who sends the morning out.? Who calls night
To its post? Only I the eternal creator.! I am waiting for sin
To have its full measure; Then in an instant I will dissolve
All physical powers and spirits upon the earth.' And the
Giving out.' To each according to their works will be seen.!

Mediocrity

I'm an ordinary sort...
Nothing much to see.
No shining star to mark my space...
No glory there to be.

I've lived my life as best I could
With few laurels to provide.
Just one who walks in whispers
With mediocrity as my guide.

But times they are a changing
As normality bids adieu.
There are malcontents who flourish...
What's a common man to do?

With a world slaked in chaos...
The dregs will have their way.
So mediocrity is not so bad...
When stupidity rues the day.

           The End

When the Innocent Cries

The world has become jaded by the news we observe
It’s not until we notice something morally monstrous
Neither peacemakers nor warmongers have the nerve
It’s the emotions of the weak that raise our awareness

Our heads turn around when it involves the innocent
The terror and tears on their face make us take notice
Traumatizing their faultless world are the malcontents
Disrupting their pure sanctity with death and sickness

Trying to make sense of what has harassed their reality
Children and the elderly suffer, contrary to popular belief
Too delicate to be collateral damage of the war’s tragedy
Hearing the innocent cry, are you listening to their grief

Green Bubbles

We are working with our foreign partners in Europe
to bankrupt all western nations.
The less we have, the less we need is the motto.
The President is working night and day
to make us greener than green in every way.

Some malcontents and dissidents complain,
but they just don't understand our great and glorious
global plan.
Gas and coal are obsolete, dinosaur fuels!
Now we have windmills - wind power
and electric batteries.

Imagine diesel trucks powered by
the wind and an electric motor!
An 18-wheeler roaring into the future
run on sun and eh, bubblegum.

Scot-Free

They don’t kill politicians anymore
though some might say they should
Those vermin breeding malcontents
all worms in rotten wood 

To feast on dreams of hope and change
and sell what pain has bought
They rape our souls in daylight scorned
—no punishment when caught

(The New Room: July, 2022)

The Scrolls of Time

This feeling of control, may lead
    To power that's yet achieved.
With a corrupt history that records,
    Though many are deceived.

The administration of humanity, has
    Left its mark by a variety of scribes.
Along with numerous revisions,
    That coincide with all the bribes.

My interest lies in the future, and
    How it will record today's events.
As I wonder if it will see what I saw,
    Or will it be subjected to malcontents?

Whether through ignorance or stupidity,
    The vision of reality won't reach all.
Since a fog fabricated against truth,
    Shields the powerful against a fall.

Can the winds of justice arrive,
    Where this smoke can be blown away?
Leaving debris that's scattered & fractured,
    With truth surviving . . . tomorrow and today.

A Concerned Citizen

He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.

She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.

He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him, 
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.

She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.

We must stand together, and not tolerate 
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.

Empty Words-

In my defense, in other silent words
In my actions they are deemed in perils
Harness, perish the thoughts, bring it out bring it about
It’s hard, so very, very, hard to hear
Those empty words
Those words that are always, always heard
And I won’t play favorites or try to flatter anyone 
And I won’t as the grumblers malcontents following their own sinful desires
And I won’t be loud mothed boaster
Showing favoritism to gain advantage tryin to git over
While using, empty words
Empty words
Have you ever heard all of those empty, empty words?
They mean nothing if they’re not heard
Empty words
Them there those 
Empty words


5/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee © 2022
Job 32:21
St. Jude16

Number 42

I am reminded of his legacy,
    Through the media events.
        Where he opened doors
            In a professional sport,
                among many malcontents.

While learning about his struggles,
    I became certainly more impressed.
        As he surpassed in my mind,
            Images of Bo and Deion . . .
                He was truly blessed.

I don't know of any other, that
    Could skillfully perform in so many ways.
        While a collegian, with Football, Basketball,
            Baseball and Track & Field . . . 
                I mean Jesus, there's only so many days!

As an athlete, receiving the 
    Accolades, while garnering the
        Endless, admiring looks.
            He must have mastered the
                Space-Time continuum, if he
                     Was ever to hit the books.

This is why #42, has moved up
    The list, as the GOAT to number one.
        Since he was responsible for so much
            More, than his ability to outrun.

After the Revolution

What shall we keep after the revolution?
Lies will go on, yes lies always survive;
state sanctioned lies,
personal lies, collective lies, secret lies, open lies,
lies of omission, lies of admission,
lies about yesterday and tomorrow,
lies for our own good,
lies about how we have overcame.

Oxycontin and sedative factories
must be kept on a war footing of course.
We will condemn, replace, dismiss
ban and debunk all the unfit that do not fit.
Declare that forgetfulness is natural,
safe and should never be treated
unless there are signs of recovery.

Breadlines will be considered
a patriotic and legitimate form of exercise.
Who needs toilet paper anyway?
Malcontents will to be turned
into a much needed glue,
in order to hold together our glorious future.

Living With the Truth

To hear some tell it our country is going to pot
They say the way it used to be, we’ve all forgot
As for me, I cannot say it has changed that much
I make my freedom; perhaps I am out of touch.

The times I think change somewhat naturally
But I am still the product of who I am culturally
I believe in telling the truth, unpleasant as it is
Some want to listen to the “big lie,” big lie ‘tis.

Isn’t it time we learned the truth of our history
Unmasking all that is enshrouded in mystery
Learning to deal with the life we’ve been handed
Instead of a life by malcontents’ colors branded.

Everyone has a right to their own way of thinking
Declaring everyone “woke” as a cop-out is stinking
I am not the product of a particular political party
I am the product of a good mind—hale and hearty!

written July 30, 2021

A Nightmare

The other night I dreamed of spiraling downward,
But the earth delayed rising up to receive me.
I watched my unending fall into masses of despair
Falling rapidly, I found that I could not flee;
I could only hope that “better angels” would prevail,
That I would be spared this ultimate catastrophe.

The sudden dashing of my bones and blood
Into the seething cauldron of anger at the barricades,
I became embedded with the riff-raff insurrectionists
[For those two hours of storming the palisades]
Who were not impetuous youths or young idealists,
But malcontents gathered from all types and trades.

When I awakened I found myself suspended in limbo
Not discerning where I had been or what it could mean,
Until I recognized the statue of Lady Liberty atop
The shining golden dome that rises from the green;
Realizing how awfully close, like democracy, I had come
To disappearing into the disastrous and never again seen.

Revised and Edited March 31, 2021
Bookshop Contest 
sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann

September 23, 2022
Submitted to: "One from the Dark Side" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless

Rioting From a Recliner

I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
that's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin looter kings and Drama queens 
trying to ignite a darker form of change
(passive resistance and civil disobedience be damned).
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem,
a combat sport at its very finest.
A twitchy thin blue battle line versus
a pulsing cluster of malcontents...
A mixologist's dream:
tumblers of tear gas
Molotov on the rocks 
pockets of flaming shots - 
Goblets of salt rimmed shattering glass -
whirling cherry bombs and baton.
Wrestling matches-naval shots and bloody Mary lips.
The blue man group atop Battle horses
sirens and flares inter-coursing...

Wish I had the balls to join in the fun.
but I do the next best thing,
steer my recliner-straight into the fracas.

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