Short Vigilantes Poems
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Men who sing sea shanties
Are known to wear frilly panties
Their masculine voices
And underwear choices
Upset musical vigilantes.
Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
mercy.. Nothing!..
ore... picks..quick rising
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic..
yelling zestfully..
Vigilantes heavy handed with their mouth
Their eyes are crying , they hear the tears
Nourishment flees from their heart
Starvation trolls the diminished dark
Speakings "truths" means a lot
8/28/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils
a patterned proximity
© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12
Bad people do not deserve
love, or happiness. They do not deserve
everything, the universe crushed into
oblivion, dismantled as only they can
dismantle it.
As only anarchists of love
can dismantle.
We deserve each other, they say.
Vigilantes, con artists,
Loner social outcasts.
For,
wolves, ravens
even jackals,
are known to
mate for life.
At this juncture
Of vehement condolences
At this juncture
Of false reproaches
The vendors did not venture a plea
Yet the gods are still waiting
In their uncertain shrine –
Dearest V.C. –
Some celebrate in it still
Some calibrate in it still
The forest mourns the logs;
Salute the ill-bands of vigilantes
Who daily shock the peace –
Thanks: yours roused & watch-lad!
VIGILANTES
The elder trees stretch skyward in a lace of silent bark. Wands of rising branches become dancing silhouettes in the pale moonlight. The wind dies, and the limbs cease their movement. Then, like sentries they stand perfectly still, silencing the clocks.
trees their vigil keep
whisper secrets to the wind
moonlight filters down
Its funny, comedic in fact
to see those who think they have morals
yep
let me be clear
its not complicated
like it wasn't complicated with the Nazis
If you support Israel and Zionism
you have no morals
poets of ill repute
to you I puke
Epstein and Netanyahu
if those two arouses you
maybe move to Israel
with the rest of them
Have a happy birthday party
to the vigilantes of Israel
Overcrowded prisons,
brings joy to early released criminals.
Taxpayers may be happy,
but there's predators at playgrounds,
rapists at bars,
stalkers, stalking,
violent hooligans back at matches,
abusers contacting their exes,
jealous lovers beating new spouses.
Mobs on the streets,
will only bring mayhem,
unless vigilantes rise,
whilst the police hide.
Who will protect the traumatised victims?
Hers was the wishing well of magic and moonlit revelry
Joined within a mastery of domesticated wizardry
They say she was a powerful soul
His royal handsomeness mounted the vehicle of glory bellowing on thick hind legs
ready for war
Kingdoms confront years of anger, streets swamped with vigilantes as children hide.
Tears and blood mix amongst the common tax payers
"Warriors take aim"...... Jerusalem cried
Form:
There is a new rage that is taking
over the country,
Vigilantes going on rampages,
No one is immune from their acts
of passion,
They are making recompense
for imagined slights,
not really thinking about the
consequences or ruining
other peoples' lives,
The spurned are unleashing their
feelings everywhere,
Folks are no longer free to roam,
afraid to tackle life openly,
because a wicked wind may arrive
suddenly........