Short Bys Poems

do things
don't be ashame
they worlds a pain
you can gain
get in the  game
its not insane
its life you got to fight
for whats right
do it for all the bys a girls
HOW TO
CHANGE THE WORLD...

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there's plenty race and faces
in the world  bys and girls
if i had my way here what i say
its my dream bad as it seen
we all are human beans
this is not a game
just  have one faith
ONE RACE ONE GOD ONE 
NAME...

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In the midst of the fires
At the cool of the dawn
Climbing virtuous spirals
Nature's  harvest stored  in a farm

I rise my spirit high
Praising those sweet by an bys 


1/1/21
 By James Edward Lee Sr...

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I've left it alone.
If for no other reason,
Then it takes to much to justify.
Every time.

I've touched on it with my loved ones,
Gone over it with friends,
Conversed with colleagues
and poured over it with the passer-bys.

But as I drove my car over the bridge,
I decided - I'll leave it alone.
It's nothing to do with me anyway....

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I watch the wind as it
rakes through the corn field

Watching all the stalks
sway back and forth

Kindly waving to  the 
passer-bys

It's outstretched husks
with silk strung like gold

stand their ground

I hear a whistling 
as one corn stalk

talks to another 
their conversation
Blowing in the wind

Each rustle of their leaves 
is a hand shake
Blowing in the wind

What else wood you 
stumble upon in a corn field
blowing in the wind?...

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Carnage at churches & clubs
Mass shootings at concerts & malls
Massacres at schools & theaters
Our children walkout today
Peacefully protesting gun violence

Background checks for all
Bump stock elimination
Military weapons ban
Commonsense gun reform
What our students are fighting for

People dying needlessly
Drive-bys occurring daily
Innocents gunned down in the streets
We need gun safety taught nationwide
Rallying for the wellbeing of U.S. all...

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With flowing winds 
The bright blue sky caress
The dress that was to be hers
Now she lays there 
Unaware, life has been unkind

An apple she ate, sickness and fear
Those were the last things she would hear
Friends were many, they loved her dear
Mostly men that would appear
To say their good bys
To mourn and some cry

Even in death, awaiting true loves
Soft supple kiss’s to awaken her 
From the curse of a life that has been unkind
Waiting


~ For The Fantasy Contest~...

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