the witches creed was “to no creature do harm”
jealous men were annoyed by their confidence
Brothers Grimm used witches as storybook villains
attempting to take them down a couple of notches
witches were always for the greater good
they were gardeners, nurturers, and healers
Their balms and remedies were created to help others
jealous men twisted their cauldrons into evil instruments
I hope that men do know the difference between right and wrong.
My life’s creed depends on it; it is “be yourself always”.
I imagine the witch-tormentors must have figured it out.
If they had not, the Salem Witch trials would be happening today.
I like to think that they were horrified when the innocent drowned.
Proof they were not witches.
I like to think we shun away from evil.
My mantra “be yourself always” is not meant for serial killers.
Oceanographers
poets mislabeled
Poets
oceanographers disabled
When under the gun how can one
not be outdone by nepotism
or overcome by favouritism
altho' the norm they're no more
than a form of terrorism
a nebulous opponent none can fight
on the human landscape
naught but a blight
from which we can't escape or run
any self-respecting someone would shun
and as for me you see
I was obviously yet definitely
born in the wrong place
at the wrong time with the wrong face
seeing promotion from outside in the cold
not a foot could I put over the threshold
what with doors slammed progress jammed
out of my depth in over my head
can't get a look-in may as well be dead
Mid the darkness shallows
Pit across the deepen sights
Blackness circumference barrows
The devise of light
Brilliants though shines
Every bright for you see
The light ever always firms dines
Demises the darkness flees
Light always sparks
As every sparks turns to light
Light ever always shine out bright
Light darkness is over shun
3/18/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
A prolonged loud silence
Shattering my belief
Baffling my spirit
Summoning an inevitable end
Of what we had between us
Shunning my existence
Severing the bond that tied us
The heart lies bruised by the callous attitude
And distance grows further between us
Nothing it seems stays forever.
Affirmations insistent,
in truth make us resistant,
because love employs no force,
so why then cry ourselves hoarse?
Our heart, not mind, does capture,
thunder of bliss borne rapture.
To perform a true soul scan,
do we need a middleman?
When he learned his ABC"a they awarded him a Doctor of Letters degree.
Got my doctorate
In sandbox
With a double major in
Nose picking
Graduated “magna-cum lousy”
From the “driveway art course”
Served an apprenticeship in
“It’s your dog pick up after it”
Rose to great heights tree climbing
Also got to meet the firemen
Taught my parakeet
To BOO those F-N Yankees
Rooted for the RED SOX
A true love/hate relationship
I understand Bill Belichick
But not what he says
The Pope said he's sorry they lost
Some children who would not be bossed
Since those who refused
Were raped and abused
But the Pope had his fingers crossed
When you tell your truth.
You have nothing to be anxious about.
There is peace in telling the truth, even if others don't accept it & completely shun you out.
Sometimes ya get the unction
To systematically function
In the footsteps where giants have been
Delegation, infiltration
Ruling a sovereign nation
Where time runs the gambit, again, and again
Deliberation, legislation, intonation
Singing the melody of the Shun
We will not bow, nor give allegiance
To the entity that causes us grievance
Stiff-necked, proud ridden thugs
Treading the roman way
Banners high, waving to the sky
We will squash your rule over us like a ladybug
Land, territory, nations, world
Not a clue that He has a girl
Rising from the south
With TRUTH in her mouth
.....silencing the SHUN
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/16/2021
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stan sand
Hot zones of danger,
dark places
where dense hearts go
Hearts that are cold as ice
Roll the dice ...
take a chance on fatal corona exploration
Go ghetto orbital
and gamble with your porcelain life
You’ve been whitely warned:
Shun the spots —
the darkside of the Helios shadows,
where the sun don’t golden glow
It’s best to yield to your coin conscience;
the fade-to-black pulse
of the societal dusk, dimming yellow
Go colonial orbital,
where the cloudless reign
of oppression is rife
And the gravity of poverty
is sol cranial heavy
Irradiated cries cuts through
the poisoned atmosphere of hatred
like a serrated knife
You’ve been white noise warned:
Danger!
Avoid the riotous flares of destruction ...
hot spots,
where obstruction of justice flow
Shun the leper spots
of the volatile igneous rock dimming yellow
Those event horizon spaces —
ephemeral stardust places
that were polarity flux created not to burn slow
5-11-21
You bear the shy marvel and then***wreak the scanty dubiety.
Must we shun all dreams
and be told not to fantasize?
Isn't it unrealistic and unromantic?
We need to dream when stars
are above our drowsy heads:
don't they guard our dreams
from all the forces stronger than us,
darker than shadows that seem frantic
and frighten us with their size?
We need an escape from worries!
Close those blinking and weary eyes
and let your new dream begin right away,
don't open them for any reason...
stay in that realm of fantasy!
Oh, should you renounce dreams
and become another soul of desperation?
I suggest that we allow ourselves
to be carried away by mysterious dreams,
become more powerful than reality
and continue dreaming as we have lately;
every piece will fit into place without missing
anything that we are afraid of losing!
Must we shun all dreams
and trust in false perceptions
leaving us empty-handed?
How foolish it'll be to let them end...
when persistence can change everything
without the thought of surrendering!
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