I've grown quite weary of negative poems full of sarcasms
It's true we're separated on many issues by deep chasms
We see things differently; shades of gray, black and white
but please stop demeaning others when critically some write
about government and vaccines as if you're having spasms?
Stop accusing people of wanting to live in an ivory tower
What are you hungry for? Do you seek recognition or power?
Freedom still exists in America, but if you don't agree
say goodbye to her shores and come face to face with reality.
Negativity breeds doom and gloom from voices that are sour.
Write of the beauty of Nature, or the good things people do
There's no need to harp on and on. It's redundant to boo hoo.
If writing about politics and religion ruffles feathers of peers,
focus on something else. All you have to do is change gears.
Writing positive poetry is a goal I ardently hope we will pursue.
I am at the midst;
A the way she so insist;
Adrift your sarcasms;
This jaunt reaction;
I’m sorely displeased;
On how you verbally abuse me;
Alas you’re not raising a baby;
I’m a grown man, I know what I am;
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Vaasokht verse
temptation-
T hermodynamic considerations choices considered
E arnest entreaties choices to be had and made
M any entreaties bad and good
P olitical pressures humanity subjected too
T erm gratifications limits opinions and longevity
A dverse incentives
T term gratificational presents thence
I neffectual attempts
O ccasional sarcasms
N nasty sneers numerous testaments
11/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
not just any jokes;
but a humorous prank,
in dirty deeds and actions.
a banana peel for slipping,
a whoopie cushion for surprising.
series of sarcasms for icebreakers,
at last, untold execution of tickling for random giggles.
and maybe a secret diss in your wish list.
Right now
I don’t even want your time
I just want that feeling
To know that your mine
Where are you now
You said you’d never leave
All the lies you told
You really made me believe
You loved me
You promised you’d stay
But now your gone
And now I’m afraid
No one will ever have a chance
Thanks to you
Your sarcasms so petty
I can’t stand the stuff you do
Jus explain why you left
Help me understand
Or are you still stuck on
“I’m a grown ass man”
You said you don’t
Have time to make me happy
I’d rather be miserable
But still have you next to me
You don’t understand
Why I love you so much
Honestly neither do I
But I need to feel your touch
I need to feel your lips
Touching mine
Feel you love me
All through the night
No one can ever
Take your place
I honestly cant live
Without your embrace
Please don’t let go
Just give me a chance
I’ll turn the world over for you
I know we can last
Please believe it
I know you do
We’re meant for each other
Please baby, I’m in love with you
Maybe you could learn to love me too
I honestly don’t know
But still I love you
And I am begging you not to go
I can’t help by slip and fall
As I watch the cognate shudder
But the top of this link is indeed tall
Who cares, when for some reason it was smoothened?
On purpose, to test my stamping gait
As I watch the cognate appear to soothe
The pain of the cognizance of being bait
How stinky the façade, the affected smiles and winks
Which choke me and aggravate my ataxia
As I watch the cognate, I think of my kink
The kink I made myself with no anesthesia
For as saturation is no good without bending
It is nice to be unsaturated; just a little bending
As I watch the cognate curl the sarcasms in wits
I cannot agree less, I haven’t been more than a dimwit
I was but a young boy
the very first time I heard
the sacred charm and mystery
of a foreign word
on that day I imagined
this language, new, unknown
was altogether different than
this one I call my own
it must not have the room for terms
of filth, nor hate, nor greed
nor any of the other speech
a kind man wouldn't need
they surely have no use in these
for sarcasms and jeer
these things so often spoken
by a person lost in fear
for those who speak this language
would never lie to friends
for in a truthful language
there are no means to ends
I was older when I learned
another language, new, unknown
is just another way of saying
the same words as my own
If there can be some goodness
in a language, new, unknown,
it's that one whispered softly
by God and his angels alone
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