Short Ill Gotten Poems
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Sorrow, pain express sorrow, mourning ill-gotten
-------negative passions
3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
ill gotten, analogy, depression, emotions, pain,
Form:
Monoku
Long forgotten deities,
strewn across these lands,
broken by endless wars,
waged against darkness,
Last of them, a Pharaoh sits
upon a broken throne,
grey eyes widened in surprise,
even as his ill-gotten power,
grows.
Categories:
ill gotten, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Ill -gotten Gains
False premise
Path falsely taken
Road stolen by feet
Not meant to roam
The road ahead
Came to bit in the ass
Plans obtained by false
Appearances of many years
Of falsehoods portrayed
An I'll fated attempt at
Trying to impress another
Who never truly gave a ****
Categories:
ill gotten, age,
Form:
Lyric
Burundi
Elusive it is the dream of peace
and the Burundi the president is seeking a third term,
but the people say NO, and fight for
a fair election, in dusty streets.
Africa has had enough of presidents who will not
give up power and lucrative ill-gotten gains.
People of Burundi, I salute you.
Categories:
ill gotten, anger, angst, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form:
Blank verse
So far, they go -
A distant throw -
Down simple snow -
Forgotten.
And yet, a maid -
Through crime, parade -
And riches swayed -
Ill-gotten.
The weak confide -
Then run to hide -
To turn the tide -
Now rotten.
A dream, they’ll fade -
The cuts, been made -
No chance, persuade -
Stained cotton.
Categories:
ill gotten, absence, betrayal, corruption, dream, evil, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Now forgotten deities,
strewn across these lands,
broken by endless wars
waged against darkness
Long forgotten deities
lay upon the ground,
bodies broken by disbelief,
long ago forgotten.
Last of them
a Pharaoh sits
upon a broken throne,
grey eyes widened in surprise,
even as his ill-gotten power
grows.
Categories:
ill gotten, allusion, fantasy, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
Hey there, high school teacher,
your talent to rebuff
but when you try imagining
your focus coarse and rough
Your feelings mostly borrowed,
your words ill-gotten gains
your hours spent in false critique
of someone else’s pain
You’re outclassed high-school teacher,
your envy on display
your pedantry a mocking tone
and pretense on parade
(To Wayne Miller: April, 1967)
Categories:
ill gotten, school, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Take thine quill,
and with it write,
countless tales,
in black and white.
Tales of lost kids.
far from home,
feathered monsters,
dwarfs and gnomes.
Star-crossed lovers,
ill-gotten fate,
war torn kingdoms,
fuelled by hate.
So why then I,
quill firm in hand,
find my thoughts,
among the sand.
But truth be known,
the poets' lark,
does often sing,
when all is dark.
10.18.2022
Categories:
ill gotten, imagery, loss, philosophy, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
COPLA CINCUENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
Today’s revolutionaries
Cheer tomorrow’s diehard tyrants:
New wealth old pose
Bad fruit engender not sturdy trees
Good Guys tend to slither down hot pants:
While world’s gods doze
Bad Guys feel good to be truly bad
Ill-gotten gains worth dying for:
Bad Good Guys lay
Even Good Bad Guys can turn bad
And the Bad Guy world all restore:
Utter dismay
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
ill gotten, allegory, conflict,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Claiming
In the gathering darkness
The land opened its mouth wide
To swallow all the wind
You boasted
To swallow up all the ill-gotten gains
Darkness devoured your face
And adopted your greedy soul
Dancing wildly were your limbs in the air
Like a puppet pulled by Satan
Blowing over my ears was the wind
And your screaming
The higher the roar was
The deeper my sorrow was
It was dignity
That was thrown into the bottom of the hell
Categories:
ill gotten, beach, best friend, birth, blessing, books, break
Form:
Free verse
Appeasements have the fragrance of folly to the wise.
From the lips of the unwise, the tongue knows no boundary.
When warranted expectancies vanish, the unexpected will rise.
Insincerity of heart, though flowered in roses, is the cousin of flattery.
To the pure in heart and mind, plots of bedevilment are difficult to disguise.
Good seeds beget good fruit; results from ill-gotten gains give birth to misery.
050322PSCtest, Bite Size Poem no.43, Line Gauthier
Categories:
ill gotten, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
COPLA 98 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guy nations club for protection
Of their ill-gotten gains and power :
Yet they too serve
On and off they do good and function
In worlds which tilt in their favour
Power reserve
Their hegemony put to the test
Brings out the worst in them as allies :
Greed cunning vice
They club together to avoid contest
Of sharing the world’s goods with all lives :
Break the blocked ice
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
ill gotten, conflict, creation, race,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
4 the super rich,
the bullys fate,
what's in store,
4 the hogs debate,
very true Harry mate,
but will they slip through the,
camels needle eye gate,
when judgement comes, true blue,
when money wont suck you through,
a pain in the ole prostate,
get it gone the ill gotten dues,
how do it go "the rich have more chance, of slipping a camel through the eye of a needle, than entering the kingdom of heaven" ?
Don
re: On the Soles of your Shoes
Harry J Horsman
Categories:
ill gotten, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
There’s a God, under my hat
hangs out, to pick my brains
Has one interest, on his mind
he judges my ill gotten gains
There’s a Devil in my pocket
he’s there siphoning off veins
Sometimes tops up my wallet
wanting my soul in exchange
The hat and pocket have holes
but on balance, cause no pain
My soul may be lost to money
luckily my brain, has free rain
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
ill gotten, allusion, how i feel, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
A dying humanity,
Broken minds and souls.
Steeped with profanity,
And ill-gotten goals.
Some stuck on stupid,
From tales of the past.
No modern day Cupid,
Can make your love last.
Blood, slings, and arrows,
Are cast to and fro.
Our sympathy narrows,
While hostilities grow.
A barrage sown with hate,
No one can defend.
We soon tempt our fate,
With an uncertain end.
Lest hope springs eternal,
We're destined to fall.
Just another sad journal,
And the death of us all.
Categories:
ill gotten, death, fate, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme