Short Ill Gotten Poems

Sorrow, pain express sorrow, mourning ill-gotten
   -------negative passions


3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©


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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....

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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 shit...

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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....

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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....

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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