Short Confrontations Poems
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dividing up our inheritance
swiftly without seriousness
three without argument
our parents would be proud
zero confrontations
fine day to be a sibling
These are not donations
But only my frustrations
From working all workstations
Yet no compensations
For Calais formations
From all my creations
Confrontations leads
To my deviations
Exclamations
In need a vacation
I feel vibrations
Cause my expectations
Is I meet expectations
Form:
I am descending from utopia
Comfort me with your confrontations…
Be my scar and be my lovely flaw
Facing so many sympathetic sensations…
I am ascending from dystopia
Be my shadow and roof over my weary head…
My emotions inside me are deep and raw
I’m filled up with dread and need happiness instead
Memories
Happy or not
Unforgetable though
Will slip from the hands
Like time from the calendar
Cruelty, hardships and hatred
Unforgetable though
Have to be tolerated and ignored
As new confrontations of life
Are still waiting for you
At your doorsteps today
So don't forget to
Empty your heart and mind
For a better tomorrow
In the heat of prior confrontations,
My tongue, well then, was typically tied.
Later, with all the right conjugations,
Well then, my tongue, so easily replied.
CURSES, I Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda said,
But, no one heard, as I softly mumbled.
Cuz, all the right words, dancing in my head,
Tripped out of my mouth, completely jumbled!
an ancient sport
a verbal duel
of responsive verse
syllables
soliloquised
rhetorical
reasonance
revealed
in repartee
of competing voices
read aloud
in rounds
improvised
verbal confrontations
become
a contemporary
exhibition
The physical aggression found in the male
is the verbal expression of the female,
they talk they gossip they attack reputations,
men war go to battle and resolve confrontations,
the results always favour the dominant force,
and that be the bully who will reap the rewards,
the species attacks because it adapts,
the victims are helpless and that is a fact
THREE CONFRONTATIONS
Make shift medium
Bounded indifferences
Empathy embraced stadium
Bloated voices
Constipated messages holistic
Nervous choices
Spitting ballistic, statistics
Diarrhea breathe of diverse shouts
Classes of meditations
Exhortation tangle bouts
Mental, physical, spiritual confrontations
12/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
When we were young we had some fun
Endless love weighs a ton
I will always be there if you need me
I have always been there can't you see
We have endured trials and tribulations
Had a few minor confrontations
The first time i saw you and your beautiful eye's
They were as blue as the skies
I knew we were meant to be
I will always be there can't you see
It's not a matter of confrontations face to face.
Like most things, it's all about time and space.
Highways and roadways are designed for travelers.
The motorists may be workers or vacationers.
Lanes have their basic function and purpose,
And it's very vital that we learn to focus.
Your lane is mine; My lane is your lane.
Yielding is often the key to avoiding pain.
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incidental resignations of population
deceased investigations of remembered confrontations undergone by one for all overrun to fall
top heavy then slowed to crawl benevolent frustrations men for death make the call fill
the ashes
re-configure our empty classes such brash feelings built deep so caustic melting all whom
come across it born from womb internal newborn intimacy proud american cattle doom society.
With the enemy commiserate,
a concoction of potent evening potential
about to be imbibed by surly girls,
and douchey guys, with too nice vibes
Aloof not complacent,
Wasted. But don't point it out.
Less you choose the way of petty
Jettisons into sloppy confrontations
Liquid courage consequences,
Fuel for your pained aggression.
Nights you don't remember,
So you never learned your lesson.
Drink with family friends or alone,
The sponsored beverage of broken homes.
My mouth almost opened
But I quickly clamped it shut
Experience taught me not to try
To find my voice
Stifling myself is easy
I have sixty-seven-years experience
It is my natural reaction
I fall into it quite naturally
So many opinions of others flaying about
Engraved in concrete attitudes
But I have bound my mouth
With chains and locks, keeping my opinions safe.
It has boded well for me
Has kept me out of confrontations
I share my ideas with no one except poets.