As the leopard
can't change its spots
the zebra of which
there are species three
(Burchell's, Mountain and Grévy's)
its stripes also cannot
black-and-white
supposedly
but white on black
front-to-back
in reality
it's cryptic colouration
a synonym
for animal camouflage
for which an entourage
of biologists resound
with unproven hypotheses
(e.g., keeping flies off in summer)
and specious theories abound
Wishing for the future is like asking the past to edit itself.
A Pillar of Salt will be the result.
The person will be by themselves
Looking into the present and seeing those that have left you should be the ball of twine in within your mind.
Living in the moment and seeing the results come about is more enjoyable than being inactive.
The sloth will sit on their duff and never become active.
Soda is the result of their days slothfulness.
Constantly they forecast their past in a manner of unproven boastfulness.
The struggle of a person whether alone or with their rib is more honorable than a person that is slothful.
Is there consciousness
without language ...
how would you know
I believe that there is
but have nothing
to show
The ‘Hard Problem’
continues ...
unmetered unrhymed
Restated
unproven
— and left ill defined
(Radnor High School: January, 2026)
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops
we have been asked to police
contest entries for plagiarism
relying on unproven software
sponsors are expected to comply
to make judging somewhat fair
perhaps we need to introspect
why are contests floated at all
is it not to cajole poets to connect
sharing hearts musings intimate
that all be in their ink bliss flecked
is our story merely borrowed glory
how low has fallen our self-esteem
let’s be authentic, honest and bold
we each are unique in our own way
effuse soul’s emotes in hues of gold
Emaciated test-tube mutations
Raised apart in pristine distillations
Conceived in dexedrine celebrations
and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations
of the professor’s choicest pheromones
Right-angled, inverted, and star-spangled
Drained and dangled till their nerves were jangled
Nearly psychedelically strangled
Quantumly, at a distance, entangled
On celestially balanced microphones
Their unproven kaleidoscope harmonics
Haywire mk-ultra histrionics
Phosphoric rhapsodical symphonics
And their backward time-lapse polyphonics
Transcribed on interstellar xylophones
For homunculus scintillations
Splintered, syncopated oscillations
And desperate mute gesticulations
No one beats those galactic sensations
Our own mad-twin Splitzmodic Vibratones
Defamatory words that fail to become legal truth for they are unproven in a judicial proceeding may just be some foul spits on open air... Yet, not every legal truth is real truth...
Tomorrow is Election Day
Hurray!
No more attack ads
An end to hyperbolae
and unproven accusations...
We'll throw out a few bums
Elect some new ones
Two years later ~
They'll all beat the same drums
I WILL NOT COME BEFORE YOU CRYING
Acknowledging greeting you a “good morning”
For I am not in mourning
And there’s NO good in morning
In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily salutation
In such a decoration
Premotes sadness sorrows
Death of the next hours
Mornings meaning mourning’s
No sadness nor death here
Yu see we humanity, got it twisted
For our tongues and teeth are enlisted
For thought behooving unproven dissention
Ahhh!
In In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily salutation
In such a decoration
I will not come before you crying
acknowledging greeting you a "good morning"
For I am not in mourning
And there's NO good in morning
In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily Salutation
In such a decoration
You see we humanity, got it twisted
For our tongues and teeth are enlisted
For thought behooving unproven dissention
Ahhh!!
In mine pleasantries
It just in awe behooves me
That a daily Salutation
In such a decoration
We're scream, shout, cry aloud birthing babies celebrate shouts happy
When we die we cry
we got it twisted
We should cry when we are birth
We should laugh, sing, joyously shout happiness
When we die
In pleasantries
I'm just in awe behooves me
That a daily Salutation
In such a decoration
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Hand Me Down Past
David J Walker
As if to say
What if It came to pass
Taunting the future
With unproven ideas
Rearranging
the constellations
Rejecting
the hand me down past
As if to say
How quaint
And
Thank you
Anyway
Callin all sheep,
Time to wake the hell up;
Time is running out,
And so is your luck.
Are you gonna sit back,
And be led to the slaughter;
Will you leave this messed up world,
To your sons and daughters.
Will you fall in line,
And take some unproven jab;
Filled with mind controlled serum,
In every evil stab.
Its time to open your eyes,
And lift the darkened veil ;
Its a war against our souls,
And we cannot fail.
This world and humanity,
Has been fast asleep;
While the rabid spreading evil,
Runs wide and deep.
If we don't fight now,
Soon all will be lost;
And your children will suffer,
And reap all the cost.
Raise your voices and banners,
And march a billion strong ;
Until the power hungry freaks,
Melt in our freedom song.
Rise up everybody,
Become sheep no more;
The time to sleep is over,
Time to prepare for a war.
For her replies a much disagreeable voice
Over this daring to rejoice;
Any young man’s triggered depression a delight
His heart failure by half, her show of might;
Not to me different from Arrows of The North
Whose poisoned tip summons my wrath.
Choosing to in styles sway her hip
To ensure that men’s sure steps slip,
Admirers’ stops for pleasantries resenting
For a handshake an unwilling palm presenting;
Often glowering at offences not offered,
In tears dissolving for The-Not-Suffered,
To soon a lawyer hire for the unproven,
Her face lived – a Scalding Oven…
All, what her mother had taught her,
If she wants to with A Guy go far;
Their tutorials always in some closet,
Her first lesson “To always seem upset”.
Critical Race Theory
No chance!
No, they haven’t a chance,
Even if they wanted to,
which is unproven to date.
Migration, is a Nation, don’t they understand?
Blood is all the same colour and it’s just too late,
For any colour on demand!
Un-evolved and distant minds may contemplate the title
But the knowing of our planets mutation is absolutely vital!
Vital and important to comprehending all the races
To watching all the shades and spectrums,
Of all the different faces.
No, the Theory is full of errors, the world cannot go back
Pangea has arrived in different form,
And made a different track.
Goodbye Theory, you are simply out of time
And Mars is calling, we may all become
Tints of the colour Lime.
Free script channeling
Poets clamoring
Standing stuttered and stammering
Admitting in unpretentious ways
Defeat for who they are.
Language next to music,
Vision, next to speechless awe,
Poor cousin raged with
Country stench of un-refinement;
Living about them, clouds hung low
In the valley of their death.
Un-proud, Unproven, Untamed, Unopened
Cancelled before commitment could contain;
A wit from out depression,
Or speech that’s lost without a gain.
A candle’s death
By whispered breath proclaimed.
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