This Twitter is an angry bird;
He packs a vicious tweet.
The earliest to get the worm
With info incomplete.
A modern sort of Jacobin
Makes Robespierre quite proud;
He’ll storm the gates, be brash, irate,
Self-righteous, angry, loud.
Defining “fair,” police the square,
To out, to dox, to shame,
Till hanging from the gallows is
The target of his game.
And when the carcass is picked clean,
Bones bleaching in the sun,
He’ll troll his net of characters,
Move on to the next one.
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Another from a few years back, on cancel culture
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring--
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring
Pageants are gorgeous,
And so are you.
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring
white radiant view
hosted dead flowers
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring
await rain showers
ones are rare,
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring
Mirrors are shiny,
Views from the wet rain roads
Robespierre and ants run for cover
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring
Sunflowers reaching beyond the depths,
Up to the skies,
Your sunlight is dazzling picture risk,
sparrows soar past your eyes.
For My Gorgeous Fresh Spring
3/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee
The thorns-in-sides are various
which mar incumbents’ slumber.
Could Belgium bear Lumumba?
Would Britain brook Makarios?
There’s Bolsheviks or Mensheviks,
Parnell or De Valera:
Marat had Robespierre, or
the Romans, Vercingetorix.
There’s Che Guevara, Spartakists,
the Mau Mau, Mata Hari,
the Contras, Carbonari,
Hamas, Harmonious Fists.
The song that stops the show?
“It Ain’t Necessarily So”.
I’m now downloading Windows Ten.
My laptop has a “relic” rating,
and urgently requires updating
(what coup o’erthrew the placid pen?)
I beard the lion in his den:
don’t know my LAN from Uncle Len.
Why is hi-tech so irritating?
Like Robespierre in Père Duchesne,
I’ll never be the same again.
I’m not convinced I want this tripe.
What makes it worse, we have to pay!
The mugs no longer have a say.
Bombarded by the big boys’ hype,
we take the pain. We’re trained to type
on OneDrive, Watsapp, Webmail, Skype,
and once they take our toys away,
we grimace, grovel, grumble, gripe
but, Paypal paid, evade the wipe.
Big Billy Gates, I hope you’re proud!
Philanthropist? Yeah, thanks a bunch –
you hit me with a sucker punch.
“My business isn’t greed,” you vowed,
proclaiming fairness, long and loud.
Deception is, it seems, allowed
When “care” comes to commercial crunch.
Sequestered on the cyber cloud,
I blog on, bloodied but unbowed.
Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: They didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
on a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't suck, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading.......
Freedom, equality and brotherhood
In the french revolution had happen should
But simply led to build a guillotine.
Not even Robespierre his head save could.
Newborn people of world has a bloodline
Which marks her/him to be ugly or fine
No equality or brotherhood are acting now
No real freedom or Justice can destine.
It’s time to change and reach a splendid glow
The hateful racism outlaw to throw
We are all equal, free and fraternal too
It’s time for mankind a spiritual grow.
(This is for "My spirit" contest: verses are the same of a previous poem of mine adapted to the contest, because this is my spirit)
Freedom, equality and brotherhood
In the french revolution had happen should
But led simply to build a guillotine.
Not even Robespierre his head save could.
Newborn people of world has a bloodline
Which marks her/him to be ugly or fine
No equality or brotherhood are acting now
No real freedom or Justice can destine.
It’s time to change and reach a splendid glow
The hateful racism outlaw to throw
We are all equal, free and fraternal too
It’s time for mankind a spiritual grow.
Robespierre, Danton and all of those
crazy French revolution 'heroes'
had thousands guillotined
by La Machine that gleaned
heads; then 'offed' their own midst their wild throes.
I am very well aware
of the Thomas Crown affair.
As I sit here in my chair
running fingers through my hair.
Now I solemnly declare
that it certainly is not fair.
So I really do not dare
to pretend I do not care.
For though I may despair
and haven’t got a prayer
of having any share
in the Thomas Crown Affair.
I find I have a flair
for making people care
exactly what they wear
when strolling through the square.
On their way to anywhere
unless they stop and stare
at a window filled with glare
or a multi-millionaire.
If you feel you must repair
to a place with weather fair,
you can ride upon a mare
she will surely take you there.
You can feast on tasty fare
such as eggs and ham or hare
or steak that’s very rare.
It will all be great I swear.
Then, come see me in my lair,
it’s best that you prepare
or you’re bound to get a scare
when you meet my big black bear.
I call him Robespierre
for that’s his nom de guerre
but for those of you who care
I have a truth to share.
It was really Robespierre
who with tender loving care
upon the taking of a dare
devised the Thomas Crown affair.