The beats of rhymes,
Are more than crime.
People always suspect,
All those who respect.
Some people don't stand,
By it's on motherland.
The flower that had withered,
But still no one figured.
The heart which is failed,
Because once it was sailed.
Not always the diaster,
Distroys one's laughter.
A evening,sun-set,
For sun isn't a regret.
The moon's dark stain,
Doesn't give it pain.
How long the earth,
Could bear the truth.
Because in the end,
The same will be the trend.
Victim of the placebo effect,
got left out by the powers that be;
Now on their list, a natural suspect.
Waitress sneeze
Customers run
Topsy-turvy.
I’m going out on a lark;
That I’m not fraid of the dark;
Though I be on point;
Not living the life in this joint
Suspect
Music moment of the time;
Rhythms and themes;
Tarnished polished dreams;
Not giving of sorts;
And in all of this, we all miss
Detective, detecting---
Suspect
11/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Hold on you big angry cat
Laying ambush for the little rat
Take heed and be circumspect
The rat may not be your suspect
Wait a minute you big angry cat
Be patient with the little rat
He is innocent of every crime
Until proven guilty by court in this clime
Listen to me all you angry cats
Compatriots of all the innocent rats
Jungle justice is outdated
And never to be updated
their daughter is missing
there is a candle lit vigil
parents put out a heartfelt plea
their next door neighbor
consoles her family with the right words
cameras capture his genuine sadness
their daughter is furious
watching from the cell
he has made her in his basement
As her parents hug her abductor on TV
wearing them all wrong
bandannas under the nose —
bank robbers exposed
1/26/2021
Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
All ego borne cravings, lead to lament
Desires precede thought, which we then project
Seeming reality, we ourself sire
Dream sequence, which best by nonchalance met
Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Our dream ends when the dreamed object retires
On severing with attachments, it’s pact
Pure presence consigns ego to the pyre
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect
Aligned with conscience, life play is perfect
Hollowed out form seeks nothing to acquire
Thus immune from karmic cause and effect
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
Crafty ego draws us into its lair
Hypnotic illusions we take as fact
Pursuit of mirage, for which we aspire
All ego borne cravings, lead to lament
By free will, we grant lower mind consent
Dwelling therein, repenting at leisure
Silence and stillness ensures our ascent
Reclaiming freedom; our soul not for hire
Our thoughts suspect
06-January-2021
Must Be Mutual We Suspect
Horn Haiku
must be mutual
what we suppose and suspect
did become direct
Jim Horn
suspect congress yard,
shredded documents papers,
fly unwanted leaves ...
Something's about to happen I can't tell you what
it all matter the simple things
Won't you please all come get on board
But
Who can you trust
When the Angels fell to sing
But
Who is the best what is my test
I am the without witness
?
2/17/19
suspect
s/ should I be blamed
and
u/ unnecessary be cursed
because I choose to
be human
s/should I be isolated
because I choose to
p/ place love as
a God
e/ either should I be
judge
c/ cos I choose to be
on the part of humanity
t/ to many am a failure
yet am happy cos my soul
is fulfill with joy!
Prime Suspect
Investigating the prime suspect was so hard
He wasn't smart as he taught he could bee
He kept giving unreasonable answers that got us mad
He made us chase him around like a bee
The torture we gave him made his wife and children very sad
He fainted due to the excessive bleed
He spoke the truth after speaking to his dad
Isaac Asante
©2017
Monday morning and I was looking at the latest bulletin
One had a picture of two suspects for police to attend
I noticed that one was a nice looking young lady smiling
Who before the mug shot had groomed herself beguiling
Standing there was her long hair carefully in place
Over one shoulder in an alluring swath to the left of her face
I suppose it is always essential to look your best for everyone
Particularly if you are robbing stores with a friend and gun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
All we had was a fixed illusion...
We all had the same delusion.
We were never alive, although it felt that way
As over to school or tending our plantation.
We won't be born again, or live in suspect clover.
12/26/2015
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