Short Rallies Poems
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My heart beats forth
Energies brilliants
Destinies worth
Unimaginable
Rallies forth spectacles
Springs forth awesome bright
My heartbeats light-life
04/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
A Foodie Pleiades Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Parades of dough shapes pie
Pepperoni walks in
Pasta sauce rallies taste
Pockets of crust tips edge
Proud dills and hams in step
Perhaps anchovies, too
Procession of cheese crowns
school shootings
anguished screams
public outrage
calls for action
marches & rallies
media blitzes
politicians fulminate
propose legislation
congress debates
bills stall & die
anger subsides
nothing happens
school shootings
Form:
There are no job opportunities
for the people
by the government.
There are more rob opportunities
for the government
over the people.
No job opportunities had been
created like they boasted
during the rallies
More opportunities have been
created rather
to rob the jobless.
Sun seeking sunflowers' stalks stand stylishly sleek
Bite birds, butterflies on beat before blazing blooms
Farm fields fire-up framing fascinating flourish
Gushing green grass giggle with girlish gaiety
Still soil sings soulful song to silent seeping saps
Reaper respectfully rallies with rapt rapture.
All of the embers have turned to ash
And I am deaf to the noise
When they speak like shattered glass.
Dare to ask where I’ve been.
My head hosts rallies for the broken.
I’ve got strong bones and eyes of gold
That sometimes ache and spill my soul.
But look at me, I hide it well.
I hide a mind birthed from hell
I'm grateful for every beating that I have ever received.
As a child I was bullied. As an adult I've been mugged
and suffered major injuries at protest rallies.
I welcome any future beatings that may still befall me in vein,
because you see, every survived beating provides for me
a much greater, stronger tolerance for pain.
Pitcher deals.
Center snaps.
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.
Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises.
My mind alters,
Fiend to ang-el,
Are there answers?
Who can tell?
I can have joy,
I can have sorrow.
From the grim reaper,
Time I must borrow.
The cycle continues:
Dragging in the valleys;
Up the cliff edge,
This brain of mine rallies.
Rocking to and fro.
From the highs, I fell.
There is no end,
'till my funeral bell.
The Czar’s happily fawning sycophants,
Threw flattery onto him like a cloak.
Marched in his rallies like S.S. ants.
Lackeys, bootlicks, and lickspittles. Ain’t no joke!
Surrounded him with compliments and affection.
Foolhardy Emperor was so incredibly pleased no doubt.
Incredulously thought he had won the election!
Until he sneezed and a four-year-old called him out.
Helping the warriors of the sport,
Gleaming in high spirits even when their team is down,
Their call and dance rallies the crowd.
They are the leaders of the fans,
But they are so much more.
Their agility and dancing bring hope to the worried team.
They train like warriors on the field,
They are athletes themselves,
They are the messengers of the fans to say,
"We believe in you."
Form:
My country is in quandary today
It's going to be an anarchy
Leadership is in a black hole
Being incompetence I should say
Demonstrations, rallies everyday
The hope of good governance seems
Is in oblivion and brewing war is coming
I love my country, this is all I have
I just want progress to my people
Why does democracy so elusive to embrace
My simple wish is just good life to my people.
2020 Presidential Election
Candidates
Rallies tonight
Express their views
But is it news?
No mercy, insult each other
Forget we are all soul brothers
A country is at stake, they forget
Ego, arrogance, untruths, false
promises, lies, exaggerations,allegations
All want to be President of this Great Nation
What about us..what about us..just who to trust?
June 12, 2019
2:30 pm PST
Thank you Lord for walking with me
Through the shadowed vales and valleys,
Holding when I blindly stumble
Until flagging spirit rallies.
When you take the larger burden
Relieving me of its great heft;
You ask only that I carry
The modest portion that is left
Now that I’ve survived the danger
And have now safely swum to shore,
I know big waves would have swamped me
Had you not lifted me once more.
The face of America not long ago
an immigrant hard at work
has undergone a dramatic change
immigrants have gone berserk
From sea to shining sea
from California to New York
they make fists and scream at rallies
voicing opinions incredibly warped
Anti-American as they can be
protected by our own laws
it seems to me ~
out to destroy our great country
Listen to poem:
Cool Master Lil' Miss
Shiloh's art-filled hoodie argyle,
warmly snugs young miss, save Charlie,
he rallies firm, quick briefs the term,
timely step shifts the sundial,
gray culls while golden spears briefly,
while life roams its normal lifestyle,
e'er discerning events may change,
as felled leaves crowd in a stockpile,
squashing in passing was gnarly,
quick briefs the term, he rallies firm,
her hand in his made all worthwhile.
2021 March 09
there is now a distance that has grown,
to heights with tremendous valleys,
i been hanging in there nd its been shown,
but my heart aches nd now it rallies,
change was wanted now its required,
to be honest nd to each understand,
what we've had before we've always desired,
lets beat the haterz hand in hand,
i promise to give my love fully everyday,
youll experience loyalty nd trust,
Always nd forever as i always say,
us vs the world i believe its a must!
With the collapse of your cleats
A city's spirit rallies behind you
The heart of a champion beats
You brought pride and hope too
We needed you more than you know
Pay no attention to the news
You're a firefly with a glow
Like gravity drawn to your moves
Focused forward and beaming bright
A wink of the future you will achieve
Lead the way, shine your light
The team is entrusted, We believe
Dedicated to RG3
Quarterback of my Washington Redskins
This Gentle Sphere
This gentle sphere we call the earth
Has been dying since its birth
Volcanic islands dot the ocean
The continents in constant motion
Making mountains, carving valleys
The planet freezes then it rallies
Reptiles rule and then decline
Eventually we have mankind
Who uses resources as he pleases
As the life of earth he squeezes
No sign of any contemplations
Of his future generations
I guess he doesn’t know how dear
And fragile is this gentle sphere
Mdailey 4/15/12
Ears twitching
After a long retiring sleep
Their eyes on tender hook
for one moment they are wild
The next moment tender
with a loving look
When illness falls my way
Their heart rallies to my side
Like medication on tap
They stay with me
Long into the night
A reassuring paw on my lap
Otherwise like little kids
Whose loyalty goes so far
But want to get out and play
My beautiful Coco and Kiki
There for me through the tough times
But always my secure night and day
Our foxy former president
who rallied the rioters and
then safely went,
is hoping that we all forget,
the January 6th Capitol attack
and the good judgement that he lacked,
and how he didn't have poor Mike Pense's back.
Trump was the president, our supreme boss but
still takes no responsibility for those lives now lost.
He's gearing up for 2024, with his big pac monies
and hopes to score, holding rallies and stirring up his core,
with his same divisive message again once more..
I decided to leave small battles for small fighters:
I stopped fighting those who gossiped about me
I have stopped fighting with my relatives
I stopped fighting for love and attention
I've stopped fighting for my rights in rallies
I stopped fighting to please everyone
I left this fight to those who have nothing to fight for anymore
I began to fight for my vision, my dreams, my ideas and my destiny
The day I gave up on small battles is the day
I became contented and much happier.
Hard wood dusted by glitter bombs
picking flowers a new breed comes.
Clean explosion of pink sparkles
lands all over dancing circles.
Petals with roots of vinyl boots,
urban dresses, and old school suits.
Double decades let’s mix ‘em up,
pour a vibe straight into that cup.
That stash of decaying perfume
fertilizes this mongrel bloom.
The freshy will always vanquish,
loud as hell spouting old anguish.
Nothing rallies a flimsy cause,
so we take control as outlaws.
I am a frozen bowl lady! A frozen bowl lady!
I will come at your call, to fritz your icies, Said Sadie.
We did not understand at all, not living in mom-at-home-times.
It’s like the Tupperware lady, said someone else, My Auntie Frimes.
You would have to live back then and see their rallies, she said.
We chanted our song up and down, at the back of each other’s head.
Went from house to house selling plastic keepers with lids.
Until women went to work and the company fell on the skids.