Tumults Poems

A Story of Dichotomy

The tumults of organized lives
Often brings happiness but sadly, much strife
As we crawl hastily to our eminent demise
We realize without birth there is no life
Without life, there is no death
Without you, there is no us
Life appears to be
A random state of organized chaos

Do Something Different

Throw off the old tired ways
Seek something new to try
Look to the brighter days
Let all your cares go bye

It's the hard thing that stays
Shifting can cause tumults
Often finding false praise
This world wants firm results

Take the other one's place
Before it's way too late
Peer in the face of race
First off, let's end the hate

Turn the tables on the rich
Quell fake profit sharing
Pull the poor from the ditch
Feed the hungry staring

Our earth's slowly dying
Take a tactic that's new
Plants out loud are crying
See what we all can do

As your path runs along
Honor differences
When benefits seem strong
Find fair consequences

No need for reasons why
Worn words all sound the same
What's weak hides in our sigh
Fearing change is insane



Rhyme   28 Lines   138 words   2025

The Bountiful Land

"Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain."

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Tales from ancestral lore decree
How journeys prompt discovery.
Evolving visions, sacred themes,

Beckoned onward those hopes and dreams:
One land became that promised place
Undaunted seekers could embrace -
No plight would prove too burdensome
That might deny wayfarers from
Immigrating to obtain
Freedoms that they could thus sustain.
Unbowed by struggles they would face
Long suffered souls these tests embraced;

Long wandered wards from tumults fought
Advancing quests for futures sought.
Now, praise their spirit rightly famed -
Defend those rights so nobly gained.

Napoleon's Nascent Love For Josephine

Give me a smile, that I may build on your assurance,
Kiss me, that I may have to thy kind heart entrance,
Love me less, and see how tumultuous life could be,
Give thy command, and see my loyalty to thee.

In thine absence, mine heart cannot from thee depart;
A moment's departure would rend my world apart.
I recall that very day I beheld thy face;
A lasting memory I will forever retrace.
That Sunday when thine eyes did my emotions disarm;
The day mine heart responded to thy Love's alarm,
The day you sat upon mine heart's epicentre,
To govern my feelings from their very centre.
Josephine my love, I bequeath my self-will to thee,
Let me thy world share, and make thine own tumults mine,
And come in to my own world, for all I have is thine.

Nigeria My Motherland

Nigeria our great and beloved motherland,
where multitudes of tribes unitedly stand.
Our land of hope by two rivers divided,
with lush vegetation by nature provided.

Nigeria our home of people resilient.
A land of great icons in works diligent.
We hail thee our great and revered black nation,
our land of human dignity and redemption.

God arise and take your place as sovereign Lord.
Enthrone Thyself in Nigeria's seat of power.
Make her edicts and laws Thy eternal word.
Let justice prevail in her courts by the hour.

Our flag will peace and industry symbolize,
whilst our history will always immortalize
the deeds and sacrifices of our heroes past.
Help us Lord to serve our beloved land with zest.

Nigeria the blessed will pervasive peace know,
even when the threats of tumults seem to flow.
Her crops and yields will neighbouring countries nourish,
from her fields that inexhaustibly flourish.

The Love Rain

Floods of memories
The tumults, the peace
The pitter-patter on rooftops
The passion, in dollops
The continuous beat
Driving away the heat
The smell of rain
The overflowing drain
Emotions uncontrollable
The storms, the lull
Inside, her scent strong
Outside, Nature’s song
Past recreated
Once again, nothing hid
The gusty wind, the ferocious lashes
The crumpled sheets, all the messes
The thunder, the roar
The desire… ‘Want More’
The ebb, the flow,
As in each rendezvous so
The shiver, the quiver
From him to her
The sun pierces the fog
He rolls down, a log
The pleasure, the joy
Comes back the spirit of coy
The rains abate
And thus ends, the love date

A Love Letter To Josephine De Beauharnais

My emotions are explosive.
My pretenses are relegated
to the depths.
I cannot my feelings
anymore conceal.
Let me come in and
share your heavenlies
and tumults with you.
Tomorrow never comes.
Let me this day your
swift response hear.
Or else in suspense
I'll live and die
countless before the
much awaited moment.

The Day I Was Born

Instead of smiling ,

She was crying

A moment of silence replace tumults of joy;

Thus the day i was born,

A day when the sun sat on the nook of horizon east,

Thus when the angels,

The lords sung benediction along with a dirge,

But on a hallowed neon day with my sister's breath i was born

In her calls,
I hear my calls to

In her cries,
I cried out to meet the world and when she opened her eyelets,
I recieve my sight

Thus she call me "Thomas"

She say there was no even a chance i could be alive

She say ,she doubt i could live long and still today the star is shining in darkness

Thus the truth lying in her soul resting in peace

"Based on a true story....,Sometimes we are born but not just the same some cry to meet the world and some could not have the chance....and so as i"

Witty Paradox

Let's say we have capitulated 
yes, let's say we have succumbed
to their whimsical naivété and inane wisdom
Let us assume that it is all phoney
that it is a bogus hoax-filled folklore
We shall now pretend that we have been beguiled by such marvelous
exercise of ludicrous folly
Such bombardment of contorted philosophy

But in our gullibility we shall yet ask
in sheepish inquisition and meek certainty
if this course so pitiably slandered be nothing but deceit,
why then does it stand conspicuously so therapeutic?
why has it made men
who traversed through the impossible vortex of
reality's odd challenges?
why has it given Invigoration with hope 
the haggard Destitute?
Why has it restored green to those fallen human twigs
Why has it steadied nerves and halted addictions?
Why has it healed the sick and made disappear tumults?
Why has it prognosticated that which we now perceive
Does nothingness do that
Does nothingness tender an insight so revealing,
So infinite.
Does nothingness and baseless belief 
deliver from the vague labyrinth of man's ordination

if these be true
Who then doubt's the veracity
Why then disprove religion

Sunshine Smiles

SUNSHINE SMILES   By James Edward Lee Sr.

When the tumults of pressures
Tornado reactions
God's got the problem solved in the darkness

Sunshine smiles

When the clouds group together
And there's no way around
God's got the problem solved in the darkness

Sunshine smiles

Toonami relationships, spun around encapsulating
Destroying and employing gravity falling earthquates
And when the perils and gloom hangs down and on

God's got the problem solved in the darkness

Sunshine smiles

Lightening ever so freitening
we only invite the light of God and He's calling
When the storms of darkness life got you covered
Pitch blackness holds you within it's grips
Become one with the light get out of denial, let
God's got the problem solved in the darkness

Sunshine smiles

12/05/17

Tribute dedication verse to Poetess "Sunshine Smile"

written by James Edward Lee Sr.

A Study In Dichotomy

The tumults of organized lives,
Often brings happiness and strife,
As we crawl hastily to our eminent demise,
Without birth there would be no life,
Without life there would be no death,
Without you there is no us,
Life appears to be,
A random state of organized chaos.

Awakening My Soul

Out of comatose depths I awaken
Spirit, body, mind and soul
Wake up! I hear. My dreams are taken
Body’s arousal no control

Wake up! Wake up! Her voice shrills through me
Stimulating tumults of annoyance
I awaken in awe of the beauty before me
Disturbing my inner depth’s response

As I come round from realms much higher
She leans over me and stroking my skin
Evokes in me strong sexual desire
No use when hospital bed I’m in!

Dimensions

DIMENSIONS.


To think of you
Is not to think of you
Tonight.

A single point diverges
Into dimensions of horizon
Subterranean reasons within
Causing rippled symptoms.

Singular diversions
Of narcissus nihilty
A muted presence
Perhaps will be sufficient
For directing love into some clarity.

A life perhaps you loose
Or control over its luminosity
An entry into cessation
A heart into intellectual sterility.

A few returned to the sea
To pick rock or the rose
Under scorpioned rough shades
Some deadly tumults in remorse.

Snow Leached

All brimming crystal drizzled earth frazzled glory hugged;
Icicles jousting kaleidoscopic light, meets
Natures overfrosted pinnacled quiverings.
Raining snow tumults us, Life-like vanities: 
Waning xylems' younger zeniths

My Tropic Night

O how I pine your lips to feel again
To sip the honeyed fountain of your youth
And let your milk wash me afresh like rain
Cuddling to its breast the wet blistered root
I want to disrobe you like night the moon
And let the drums of our drunken hearts moan
In silk sheets of wind, my desires are swoon
In the lap of memory: All I own -
My fingers lingering at the curves, keep
Deep tumults of joy, O moon, come again
The rod is green, and too erect to sleep
In this slow rise and fall of pant and pain -
I remember too, a brown, dusky light
I before you burnished ... my tropic night.

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