Short Smuggling Poems
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A drug-smuggling dribbler is in a pickle
Commie LeBron is acting quite fickle
She should rot in a gulag
With this self-oppressed snob
Until they choke on the hammer and sickle
1.Me bhi drugs aur smuggling ki kamai say property ka business start karun??
2.Black money ko white kar loun aur kahun daikha Property Dealer hun??
Note.You are a two faced penny.
they talk incessantly of flashbulbs
rickety stories, anchorless
friends are geometries
everytime they sit
in an isosceles triangle
two or more persons
form a conspiracy
the tongue is a genie
smuggling, plotting, spying
friendship, brinksmanship, companionship
all ships are enclosed in bottles
stuck in a snow globe
shaking up in love with you
stuck in a snow globe
~
snow sparkles surround
those signs our hearts snowy bright
shaking surroundings
~
subject stuck in glass
a bulb surrounded in love
showering snowflakes
~
caress smuggling us
so in love we are stuck in
a snow globe snowing
5/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
New Games
Seasons of spring time for war
So the politicians think
Drinking the scotch thinking
Where to use their new weapons
What country to send in their soldiers
How to spend and to invest
From their drug smuggling kick bags
And from the bribes of arms companies
The new army and air force
Needed to be used and for that
They needed a war
Looking at the map
Where and who
Shall we attack?
A mob gathered in a flash
Chanting God's name
They lynched one dead
Suspected of eating beef
A mob gathered in a flash
Swinging in bigoted fervor
They hung two by a tree.
Accused of smuggling cows
A mob gathered in a flash
Swords flashing in hands
They slashed one beyond shape
Alleged of loving upper caste
Violence ,mahyem goes on
Common men silent onlookers
castrated beyond redemption
India, my country , awake !!!
I have a castle
on a hill – so high
I can see my beloved from far.
I also see the valley,
and daily lives of my subjects.
My generals can see any enemy ships
from afar.
Still,
I long to live in the valley,
like my subjects. If I can live in the valley,
I will never see my wife cheating on me once again,
or see my soldiers smuggling my treasures.
I want to lie low,
close my eyes, and forget all it means
to be in a real world….
You are my guru my confidant my long lost friend
come to me now before you’re put to an end - Silence
You are an out law invaded upon by every conceivable means
marked for smuggling in peace and quiet behind the scenes - Silence
You are removing blinders and showing clearly the light of day
a safe stealth vessel keeping the propaganda pigs at bay - Silence
You are an imagined allegoric can opener exposing my soul
slicing through the polluted facade of my Tin Man role – Silence