Short Spokesman Poems
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Star,
Fashion, ad spokesman,
Fabio meant
Hair,
Rippling muscles, tall, youthful physique,
Embodied romance.
Today he's just a wrinkled old man.
I'm HUMAN through LOVE
in world
Spokesman of GOD
-January 28, 2019 Chattogram
Angel-Haiku
messenger of God
divine/heavenly spokesman
divine being I’m
spiritual I’m
messenger of God I am
who am I-Angel
10/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Unwilling to be deadened
These, as make numb to
Its frequency, first screamed in
World's, for noise, cut through
So you find me, commoner
And true spokesman for
Mouthing ugly, more so, faced;
Horrified before.
In the hall, my guests were assembled.
"Your Majesty", their spokesman trembled,
and so, I allayed their idle fears
to the sound of drying tears.
I'd never welcomed such guests as these.
To the left, were crackers. To the right, was cheese.
Talk me down from the edge of fame
Give me a name they'll all remember
Manufacture my talent in a capsule
Sell it by the bottle
Let me be the spokesman
Let me be the model
Wanting to shine like the stars I see
Wanting to live like the rich & famous
Do I have what it takes to be a star?
Do I have what it takes to be remembered?
Millions of years ago, Science says
Ape, very gentle animals
Adopt themselves into a developed creature
Human
They fought world wars, innovate firearms
Nuclear bombs and kills people every days
And nights
Some tigers, a spokesman says, are planning
To adapt themselves, so fiends
think for a next thousands years after-world
05 October 5,2014
Kadamtala
Form:
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
Oh, mournful, mountain balladeer,
Your plaintive, mountain song
Comes aching through
The tender evening sadness.
"White oak, red oak!
White oak, red oak!"
Oh, whippoorwill,
My soul echoes your sorrow.
Oh, spokesman for the broken heart,
Who taught you your refrain?
So eloquent your voice
Of soulful yearning!
"White oak, red oak!
White oak, red oak!"
I join you in your
Summer night's repining.
Form:
Fall snow fall,
Over the moaning Paris’ ground,
Let your descending snowflakes a
Healing blanket for the city
To weave
And
Charlie’s slaughtered cartoonists
To enshroud!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 JANUARY 2015
PARIS (Reuters) - Twelve people including two police officers were killed in a shooting at the Paris offices of the satirical weekly Charlie Hebdo on Wednesday, a police spokesman said in an update on the death toll.
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman whoevers flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman who ever is flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘Heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud