Short Columbus Day Poems
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Columbus despised local folk
Like Trump, he fibbed as he spoke
But truth be told
He wanted their gold
And you know that man ended up broke
Columbus of magic was fighting for inner logic who saw a flat world of ruler disaster that sat on a merry go round ride created by our gravity master.
When Morning Star saw Standing Bear
She could make love right then and there
Then Columbus came
And cursed it a shame
Now Justice rules who, how, and where!
Every treaty they make
makes to cheat me
to
dislocate me
from my
territory
and on the plains
it is so plain to see
that a treaty's not
worth
diddly squat.
I
Full of promise
Hard work, Love,
God, prayer, planning
Yet enjoying America
II
Independence from fear
Freedom from want
Freedom for Cs:
Creation, Children, Conscience
In the year fourteen-hundred ninety-two
Indigenous Peoples, Columbus screwed --
He gave them worthless trinkets
So now they've 'rethinked' it --
Virtue-signaled Chris' moral turpitude
1.NIC Copy.
2.Valid Passport.
3.Visa Application Form.
4.Photographs.
5.Bank Statement 6 months
6.Invitation Letter.
7.FRC or MRC.
8.Covid Vaccine Card.
9.Polio Card.
10.Return Air Ticket.
I pledge allegiance
To my Flag and to
The Republic for
Which my Nation stands
Indivisible
One Nation with
Liberty and
Justice for all
My allegiance
One Nation
Justice and
Liberty
for all
My Flag
Stands
Appreciative
Six o`clock
In the morning
Is the best time
To get up when it is summer
Stay on the terrace
Inhale the air
Before it gets hot
Make a coffee
Just being alive
Elderliness is to be grateful
For little things
Could you be so Shallow
To walk in the Shadow
Of a dark after Shade
Holding back what you were Made
Something like Columbus day
A new World found
Women Raped
Never to Portray
What schools taught back in those Days
A Vision that was Made!
Form:
A breeze in the air.
A day without a care.
The sun shining bright, at night it's still light.
A walk in the park.
Children playing.
Crisp blue sky, green green grass.
Holding your lovers hand.
Birds singing from up above.
The sun in September.
With Biden and Xi hand in hand
Fentanyl precursors are banned
What’s the surprise
As costs of a high rise?
The incentive for crime will expand!
Author’s note: I expect many more of us will be burglarized, robbed, and assaulted. What’s the harm in focusing on treating addiction?
Waters ... Whimsical and essential
Can't be destroyed
Energies ...constant if constantly
Deployed, somehow alloyed
Ancient witnesses
To us now, an ancestor, who gazed in utter awe and wonder
Watching waterfalls through countless generations?
Why, then, single out a singular discoverer?
shaggy hillside plain
runs faithful cute little dog
chased by little girl
~
dad can I have him
this cute little puppy dog
outside the shelter
~
the Hillside Shelter
a cute little doggy barks
at jubuent girl
4/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Words come , words go
My thoughts tonight as taut as rope
Just when the serein makes its final bow
In cold waters my feet i soak
As i walk down the gateways of the mind
Where i am engulfed by grief and serenity
I never saw you leave as if i was blind
And the thought of it brought my heart calamity
Columbus, ignoring advice,
Went out searching for Indian spice.
His signals got crossed
And soon he was lost
Which for us, turned out better than nice.
So this holiday everyone hails
One who, at his intended goal, fails;
But because of his goof
We're indebted - as proof,
All the stores have Columbus Day sales!
There lives a hog called foggedy boggedy
You'll see him rolling in the mud
wearing his boggedy boots quelching his fairy suds..
His pal called Horace Hoggedy snuffles for his truffles,
blowing foggiest bubbles in the glorious boggiest tub
Hoggedy foggedy boggedy
Foggedy boggedy the hog
Takes an afternoon snooze
Under a boggy log
What a magical night.
I drowned in your caress.
I'll always remember how cute you looked.
In your silk mini dress.
Pretty long legs.
All lovely and tan.
Looking so good.
You could light up a baseball stand.
When you walked.
All the guys' heads did turn.
For a moment with you.
They would walk through fire.
And get burned.
In 1492, we’re told,
Columbus sailed the seas.
He thought he’d get to India,
But had no guarantees.
We learned in school about his ships
And how from Spain he sailed.
He made it to our shores and so,
He only partly failed.
We’ve honored him for many years.
There’s no sign we’ll be stopping;
And so, to celebrate the day,
We’ll spend our free time shopping!
A stranger
No one sees
A mask that came to be
A different person
Who Isn’t me
Because of this mask
I don’t feel free
Trapped
Fearing no one
Will like the real me
I feel like a stranger
So out of place
A fake smile upon my face
Outside I look fine
Even though
I’m hurting inside
I smile when i’m sad
I laugh when I want to cry
Because of this mask
That I hide behind
The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature".
That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust".
The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way.
President Trump never speaks "The Truth".
A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values.
I was once your cowgirl and you were my Indian
This was in the San Joaquin valley of California that you planted your seed in me
Boy did we have a pow wow
It was a delicious experience and made me think of the
arrival of the Mayflower so long ago
Yes, I was your cowgirl at the ripe age of forty
And, you looked like such a beautiful Native American Indian
Together we played cowgirls and Indians
He's nine years beautiful
I said I couldn’t write
for I am an empty pen,
my ink wasted
on letters no one will read.
Torn, crumpled,
fed to the black hole
of a trash can.
Now I write of silence
Etching words into wood
For I have broken my vow with the papers
It isn’t determination,
nor delusion
just a moment,
a fragment that insists on staying.
And still, I write
not with ink,
but with the sharp edge
of a pen
long drained of stain.
Seeking a light
Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey
Feet ponder in the reservoirs of rain
Gazes search the blue line for wavering light
Frosty strangers stole their light
Branches of sanity lost in palls of grey
Running away from the pain in the rain
Nobody hears their cries but the rain
Searching for hope from darkness light
Speculating why they stand in the grey
Lost in the grey rain seeking unique light.
So now I got to deal with Corona.
The doctors say stay safe and be alone
But there still no way to guarantee.
Keeping safe it won't get to me.
Covid or covert it feels like an attack.
Conspiracy theorists going crazy being whack.
governments trying to rule a nation
just brought madness n devastation.
All it is,is just a virus
Just do what the doctors tell us.
Let's keep safe n go on our knees to pray
All we can do is take it day by day.