Short Sicken Poems
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“War is Hell”, it once was said,
Its ravages will sicken.
Doves, to some, are signs of peace;
To some, they taste like chicken.
STRICTEN ILL THE LORD HEALS
ILLED
Stricken sicken
ease, ameliorate, healing
I'M the LORD WHO
HEALS
4/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
People never taking blame.
Hardships make the pain.
Hearts freezing over.
Greedy hands taking more.
Animals taking hide.
Children running away.
Our weaken eyes are blind.
For we are nothing more,
Than the sicken kind.
you can not kill me for i am already dead
the lies and violations you did to me ed with my head
eventually this will all surely go away
hopefully the pictures of what you did to me will fade in time,
this sicken twisted love for you will forever be gone to forever fade
To Make a Hen Go Fast
Quicken
Chicken
To Make a Hen Fat
Thicken
Chicken
To Make a Hen Disgusted
Sicken
Chicken
Using a Hen for Football
Kickin'
Chicken
Chicken with Lollipop
Licken'
Chicken
April 29, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Every time that I've been called to serve on a jury
it never ceases to sicken and amaze me.
Every judge appears to be competing to be a celebrity
like the TV Judge Brown or the TV Judge Judy.
Just do your damned jobs and perform your civil duty.
If it were within my power I'd discontinue Court TV.
(This is a fictional poem but it's true for some people.)
I can't believe what I heard.
You called my friend the N word.
You sicken me because you're racist.
Now you'd better get ready to eat my fist.
He's a human being who deserves respect.
If you're guessing that I'm going to kick your ###, you are correct.
Form:
Blossoms sprout in the heart,
the entrails of the start.
Now things woken with life,
for survival they strive.
At last the evils sicken,
life is never a given.
The battering of living,
for being it is hitting.
Alas, now they pass,
fall down to green grass.
It is leaving the heart,
the ending of a start.
I was born out of hopelessness.
To a family, I am not possessed.
Those loving faces were all a dream.
I am dragged into loneliness, it seems.
I guess it’s time for me to be stricken.
I will not abide by the shocks that sicken!
The pain that should make me forget…
No cavalry is not coming I bet.
The curse of overthinking
is not failure,
misfortune or limitation
but in the disobedient
misery you cannot climb.
No pleasing in the paranoids
dive to the oil pits.
The more you prevent
the less interfearence,
but when it comes up
it brings cutlery
to sicken and harvest you,
the 9th eternity caused by lingering whisper.
My words can be callous, hurtful, and cruel,
to establish my freedom to speak...
a compulsion - I blame the devil, but think,
"Be silent, don't add words that reek".
Yet, one's own heart can also be shaped
by the words that one chooses to share.
I can sicken myself more than others.
Before I talk, I should take more care.
How can I prove
to you, you hoe,
I care more
for Hell below?
Leave me, go!
I wish you hell.
Please, oh please
fall down a well!
You sicken me
with your false smiles.
The hearts of lovers
in battered piles.
Such pettiness
what crooked lies
And yet to you
men swam like flies.
How can I prove
to you, you *****,
I really want you
in a ditch.
Form:
To________
Music ,when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory...
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves , when the rose is dead ,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed
And so their thoughts, when you are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
As the moon glows upon trees
The birds will sing a song so pretty only
To____
Animals think,
and animals react
Animals sleep,
and animals attack
Animals eat,
and animals mate
Animals fly,
and animals wait
Animals feel,
and animals cry
Animals sicken,
and animals die
Animals come,
and animals go
Animals watch,
and animals know
Animals stalk,
and animals deceive
But animals lack faith
—and cannot believe
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Tall buildings whisper to the sky...
Unknown secrets of the city;
While honking vehicles,passing by,
Dissect Nature's tranquility!
Tiny birds clad with innocence...
Ride through the backyard of the clouds;
While polluting smokes sicken their sense
& disease the ignorant crowds!
As I see this place,I realize
Life is not a bed of roses
Rather life in this city,to be precise,
Is death in small doses...!
Fire and Ice
Fire and ice, best friends,worst enemies, People question who wins. but it's obvious-Fire
that red flame that destroys everything in it's path. LOVE is Fire.
Hate is ice. which is stronger? Ice. That freezing block, that can
sicken you and make time itself frozen.
So who wins?
Well which is stronger to YOU?
Form:
Am I just a runaway
Staying away from the crowds
Have I been thrown away
Shadowed by dark clouds
Gnashing from the gossip
Escape, my Sunday best
Running to my faith
Always another test
Their words are so jealous
They trample your name
They sicken my stomach
I don’t want to share their fame
Am I just a runaway
Confused by what is right
I treasure the warmth in you
In you I see your light
You guard me with your mask
and with vaccinations
from fluid in a glass.
But like a hawk to a rabbit,
I will find you.
You propagand' my state
and share knowledge
for I am whom you hate.
But like a parasite to a host,
I will sicken you.
You quarantine
and try to hide
though freedom is what you gleam.
But like a bullet to the heart,
I will drop you.
12-September-2021
I thought I knew who you where
But I guess I was wrong
You never loved did you
you played me
I found out you
Got and still was in trouble
For having sex with a minor
When I found out
You sicken me
I can't stand to be around you
How could you lie to me like this
I thought what we had was real
But instead you used me
What you did you think
That you wouldn't get caught
Well you did
I wont you gone
Far far far away from me
You make me sick.
My Heart, my Heart,
why have you not deserted me?
Even though my thoughts sicken me
everyday.
My own heart is a dove in a cauldron,
it sinks deep within a mind
that slyly impersonates being,
yet it is but a shadow on a glass wall.
That mind turns to grab hold
of every ghost,
to look, to need, to build a fantasy
out of clouds.
My Heart, my Heart why do you stay?
Why do I call to you like this
with a small child's voice?
Within the waning moon
This January eve,
Aquarius in bloom
Fixes on a faded tune
Played on a bass guitar.
How far you are are
From where I am.
Those junkie memories
Do sicken me.
The lost time of
Soul madness.
Suzanne, by a river
He named me
Picking a bass guitar.
Here than you are
Here to say, hello.
Dark apparition
I have let go.
Lifes' curtain
Came crashing
And now you are asking, why?
So was I hearing only
The echo of a pounding
Bass guitar.
WITH YOU WHEN HARSH FEELINGS DIE (stirs--)
Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart
fields like gold dreams sticking life
like humming bird's wings ~ hmm and imagine;
a bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart
feels mighty like olden days
when i picked red roses
which left all pink
--dreams which remind me of you
as June's garden full
of odours like when sweet
violets sicken. Then will
be you and me happy?
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