Clouds loom drifting, passing by,
The west wind gently tempts them on
Though no one knows what cause them cry
And no one hears their pleading voice
As all their acid tears well dry.
Snowy white, in rank and file,
The south wind warmly glides them far;
Smiling wryly all the while
Natant high above the earth
Ambling on, mile after mile.
Alluring to the offhand glancer
The east wind briskly chafes them forth
Skittering like the showtime dancer
Yet hidden deep within their breast
A growing rude and covert cancer.
But nature's wrath will bid her toll
The north wind casts the clouds astray
Freezing, breezing, pole to pole,
The stricken, tainted, wisps will wane ~
Dare no one care to save their soul?
So now as time is dwindling low
As the ill winds clime their worst
The poisoned rains, in flooding flow,
Rape our land to end mankind ~
And still, the winds shall wanton blow.
Categories:
malignant, environment, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Fancy that...
Being able to spend the whole morning
Writing a poem!
My mother's hands
Were etched in a network of tiny cracks.
Salt of the earth, the doctor said.
She thought it meant he loved her.
It doesn't matter whether
I write or not, I said...
Well, on one level it does,
Words whirling away into empty space.
A false Spring hangs in the air;
It's hard to keep from donning summer clothes.
He killed himself when he'd killed his wife.
(The tumor was malignant)
And the child sent away to some sister.
But his kind hands...My mother
Whispers again to believe it.
The typewriter clatters in a small room,
Closed door,
Soft light through the figured glass.
Categories:
malignant, hurt, mother, poetess, sad
Form: Free verse
I am malignant
Does anybody care that I’m widowed
I wash my face and hands in a prison
Does anybody care that I’m without bed and pillowed
My emotions and head and heart loft arisen
Government treatment of me so indignant
~
Just a pestilence dreamer
Does anybody care that I care
I wish that I had free will
Low-esteem I await my dreams, I call on the redeemer
No insurance to pay for my pill
I'm in need of your prayer
~
Bury me with justice under the toll bridge
Does anybody care that I’m black
Or has the early 60’s come back
Others snicker and laugh while moving ridge,
~
I wish that I had free will
I have been listen to myself
Looking out this condemn house window sill
My sentiment and choice process, cross I bare
In awe and wonder I wreck myself
Just a pestilence dreamer
~
Does anybody care that I care
I wish that I had free will
But yet instill
Low-esteem I await my dreams, I call on the redeemer
~
Does anybody care that I care
And if there’s anyone here, Where are you where?
2/15/20
For Does Anyone Care Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
malignant, analogy, encouraging, how i
Form: Rhyme
Malignant dreams tapestry displays;
Distance calls yet rhapsody preys;
Listen as the screams of humanity;
Malignant spirit hovering sways my chances;
Consistent, forbidding, indifferent pageantry;
Vision dripping of my enigma dances;
Thinking of visions figmented imagination;
Indignant humans and demonic nonmalignant;
Existence, forbidding,
Sufficient, trans shipment's;
2/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
Categories:
malignant, analogy, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Lento
I faced the dilemma of a pure vendetta,
I felt the retraction of sudden satisfaction-
Like the poisonous blade of a crimson poinsettia,
Please believe me… darkness holds attraction,
But nothing compares to your malignant reaction.
January 11, 2017
Categories:
malignant, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
compassion is passion for company
caring caressing carefully carelessly
compassion should be malignant
without loving you, you cant love another
learn to love you and you will be compassionate
soon
compassion should be in every moment
pride in your virtues and you will love you more
peacefully it will transcend all borders, barriers
purifying you, constantly analysing
we would have been extinct
compassion amissed.so it is in us
compassionate we have been and will be
we are unaware of our love
our compassion, our joy,love
we do good without being aware
and we do bad without being aware
analysis lightens, kindles your awareness
aware the more, happier you are
you are just a chance
if you realise it, you are humble
realisation takes continuous counting
analysation makes spontaneous awareness
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Categories:
malignant, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?
Malignant Black Snakes and Spiders Attack From Hell
Sweet little girl smiles on the soft sunny day
Plays with pillows on sofa beds
Bright powder blue eyes follow patterns of colorful butterflies
She runs to greet them
The pita-pat pita-pat over crisp meadow
Greens and yellows flow together
Follow on the tips of glowing blues
Drenched in cool dew dancing in delight
Giggles and thrills all the way
Parades play magical music in the bright distance
Lifting the spirits of the noble child even higher
A daffodil catches her glance
She snatches it up against her chest
Holds it tight for luck
Then flies to purple majestic trees
Dress lifts her to the precipice
Paradise is nice
It’s time to run through fields of dreams
Blue skies smile down on her
God blesses her every move
She knows it's time
Mother and father wait for her with open arms
And abundant kisses for her precious face
A warm lunch with buns and cakes awaits
That can’t be beat
How sweet
(Influenced by Dadaism- anti-art)
Categories:
malignant, beautiful, beauty, care, color,
Form: Free verse
Malignant Avarice
by Odin Roark
How pernicious
This featureless monster
Lurking in shadows of cravings
Knowing well its metastasizing power
The child in man squints
Observing the ghost like presence
Segueing centuries past
Where both kings and peasants
Priests and flocks
Bankers and customers
Toyed with the infectious apparition
Ignorant of its ravenous nature
Time continues its partner
Tiptoeing surreptitiously
From party ice cream
Through adolescent hormonal voracity
Into awakened narcissism
Clever its disguise
Masquerading upwards through corporate
Domestic
Spiritual safe havens
Where waning immunities
Await ready infection
Long ago
The child giggled
Birthday cake and gifts
So innocent
Gluttony and greed remained
Unknown enemies
Until...
Categories:
malignant, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Cut this cancer from my heart
It causes my soul to bleed
An empty echo filled with pain
Where peace can't intercede
Confusion has become my hiding place
Words, just a means to an end
My thoughts cry out in solitude
Looking for a way to ascend
Repetition is now just a prison
My memories, just scars from the past
My dreams fade away like a mist in the night
That are destined never to last
Hope, an illusion, no more than a myth
A lie just meant to deceive
Forgiveness, a promise born to be broken
A promise you'll never receive
Cut this cancer from my heart
Before I surely die
Malignant words I can't survive
Words like the sound of goodbye
Categories:
malignant, sad, cancer,
Form: Rhyme
One part saint two parts devil
flavored with the fruit of life
mixed beyond recognition
moonless twilight starlight dusk
boundless and bonded with unconditional
indifference and cumbersome concubines
to enter into my unstable abode
shall bring malignant dreamscapes
and parted delights parted with kisses
my faith is embedded into thine heart
and left to rot
poisoning the soul
and freeing the mind
Categories:
malignant, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse