Short Colonial Poems
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The colonial masters have gone
Our self-crowned kings rule now
Citizens have gone skin and bone
Like animals we exist somehow
Betsy Ross of Colonial days
Could never imagine the ways
Our United States flag would be blessed
To fly on the Moon and Mount Everest.
The nationalist-Obafemi Awolowo
with the colonial masters he fought a war
But painfully he never ruled the entire nation
"Best president the country never had",people`s notion.
The colonial duty of an iron is to smooth the untamed grass into areas of growth.
Dismiss shell like existence and reveal the warrior within using the light bulb glow.
Dance. Dinner.
Form:
No one knows
Why you cry makoti
Death is beautiful
Lady barnard's ghost
Cooks a storm for the dead
Makoti:a young married woman
Lady barnard:a legendary ghost from colonial times south africa
Fear is
A cat-of-nine tails
She live on slave ships and
Colonial dry lands
Striking against the
Backs of Slavery
Yes, fear can
Break the
Heels of your soul
Breaking flesh and breaking bone
I
Did
Not
Consume
My
Exquisitely
Delicious
Boston Cream
At
The
Local
donut shop
on
East Colonial Boulevard
For
Breakfast
This
Morning
While
On
My
Ravenous
Way
To
My
Place
Of
Employment
.
O’ my betrothed, she said to me,
Upon this wintry essence
Have my leaves fallen –
Laid me bare to the nature of men;
For now can my maple roots see
Their brooding crossways, in pastures
Laden with grass
Suckled of its divinity.
"The Lady with the Lamp," Florence Nightingale
Icon of Victorian culture. Her life, an exciting tale
White pinafore over colonial dress, she wore
She served as first woman nurse in The Crimean War
Shouting your name does the trick
Echoing when the heart is empty
I lamented all the signs
Really ruining my fate.
Dropped repugnantly colonial
It spreads and hates changes.
Some remnants of nobility
Sort of pinnacle
All corrupted spelling in my prayer
Alhamdulillah.
The absence of copula,
black and white to and fro,
Pidgins broke the rules.
Yu spik a long tang,
ol rul mas stop, Braddah.
Into colonial subjugation,
Pidgin has no future, stalemate.
Falls under freedom of slavery,
let's have an interracial,
the bukkake of licentia poetica.
Trophy Hunters eradicated lesser one-horned.
Traditional medicine was reasoned then killed.
The colonial era malignant apartheid seized.
Tragic wildlife ranches endangered.
Tremendous Javan Rhinos died.
Tied mud wallow was converted, the game started.
Trapped maggoting man heart wolfed.
Trump's colonial riffs an elite doodle
Sanctimonial meet & greet canoodle
Baronial seats for cheats still feudal
Sheriffs tariffs tiffs will eat our strudel
Testimonial tweet use your own noodle
Whiffs of taking the complete caboodle
Sniffs EU bleat of what ifs America's poodle
Fallacy....inappropriate fantasy
Fantasy.....anticipated reality
Reality.....imaginative stability
Stability.....exacting security
Security....forfeiture from fallacy......
Vain glory be hi-story......infamy be thy shame
baneful flourish from ruse historic,
enemies created to blame......
60 minutes
Surprise, surprise
a Zionist inside
The enemies of Genocide
often are,
those who remain silent
the other suppressed Media
Control the story
hide the crimes
Nazi tactics
in Zionists times
Now little old men
wearing colonial hats
they might cheer
freedom and change they surely fear
A writer whose writings are meaningful
A writer whose words are bold
A writer who writes for the well-being of fellow men
A writer who shows you who you really are
A writer who is stable and soft delight
A writer who is creative and Scotch Brite.
Note. A colonial writer is like an artist who produces a picture of a colony.
In days of olde
Lords spoke French to their king,
In church,in Latin would sing-
Poets,changing this mould,
Their verses,in English did bring.
Note.Poetry & literature in the 1300's helped to coalesce English into a native,nationwide
language by rejecting both the secular religious power of the 'colonial' French of the Court
and 'imported' Latin of the state Chuch
Words are born and some change, adapt, some wilt;
Norse drips into French seeps into English, hidden treasures under silt.
Blendings swirl meanings and semantics shift our daily use;
once uttered by tongue, electric touch now lets language loose.
Ancient lexis under threat became narrower with colonial treks;
Luhu and Yahagn, two dodo vocabularies now buried within texts.
they fight with their bows and arrows
while facing the one standing with a gun
they fight with giants millionth times their size
in terms of wealth, they're richer than old pharaohs
they fight with the monsters lurking towards their land
to claim it as theirs but they weren't even born there
they set the stage and talk about love
while their hunters hunt the indigenous
A ship, a journey,
across a vast blue sea.
India calls
it a whispered mystery.
Foreign lands,
new sights unfold,
colonial eyes,
stories yet untold.
East meets West,
clash and blend,
cultures collide,
a world to transcend.
Hidden truths,
uncertainties,
a clash of hearts,
and different realities.
A passage,
not just of place,
but of minds,
in time and space.
TERM LIFE INSURANCE JESUS CHRIST
You are of the tribe of Judah
If you wanna whole life insurance
A whole term life insurance
No need for
TRAVELERS,
MUTURAL OF OMAHA
METROPOLITAN
COLONIAL
NEW YORK LIFE
Try, JUST renounce your sins be born again...
Try! Jesus
Jesus Christ
(IT'S NOT ABOUT THE PHYSICAL DEATH BOUT THE POSSIBLE SPIRITURAL ONE)
1/21/18
By James Edward Lee Sr.
At pasture's edge
the last Tansy*
sheds it's blossoms
Common tansy is also known as golden buttons and garden tansy. Common tansy was introduced from Europe into colonial North America in the 1600s as an ornamental plant and for medicinal uses. Ironically, common tansy contains alkaloids that are toxic to humans and livestock if consumed in large quantities. ~ravallirepublic.com
Great Britain and their beloved colonial states,
struggled and determined each their own fates,
foes in war, but united in common civility,
unlike Putin's abandon of simple humanity.
Ravaged and weakened, but firm on their feet,
Ukraine lacks no courage in evil they meet,
and those who would claim, "It is not our fight."
abandon Heaven's calling to do what is right.
. for public domain
day break is dawning
I captured the moon yawning
while the sun was getting dressed
I heard cars rolling over
the wet pavement from the mist
of the morning dew the smell of wild
open granduer arouses my memory
of colonial pastures and beckoning hues
the crawling grapevines creeping around
the banyan trees of warm wood cold rock
crisp cedar too why day break is dawning
its dawning anew
Start with an obscure form of poetry,
a female role in Shakespeare comedy
to find yourself in gender politics.
With changeling, colonial politics
mask anonymity in poetry
add subjugation into comedy
To mix sixteenth century comedy
with twenty-first century politics
without doubt produces bad poetry
Poetry comedy and politics
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