Unrest Poems

In the depths of my heart, cold winds of unrest whisper

In the depths of my heart, cold winds of unrest whisper,
Words that can never be written on pages of dreams,
In the silence between us hides an ocean of desires,
But I cannot be the hope you wished to find.
You know why, but you hide from the truth that weighs heavy on you,
Yet I know that one

PUAD- PUBIC UNREST AND DISORDER

PUAD- PUBIC UNREST AND DISORDER

naw botha public unrest and disorder
shouldn't treated as thus
We have pow'er to dismiss
before it's even comes
liken the winds and rains
we need to rebuke the pains
Lord have mercy, as He surely does
I am, We are covered in His love always
Humanity, satan begone
Ain't naw public unrest and disorder, here

Puad- pubic unrest and disorder

naw

Tomb Of Unrest

high rising waves crashing on my tomb
the tomb of stone i built on my grave
a sailor on a sea on a ship with no sail
i carved my story on stones with my nails

in a well where my savior’s hands feel shorter
escaping this town is only way move forward
sun never rises in my forever cold world
peace

The Wicked Wonderment of We

Eyes of black - Heart of cold
He was the missing piece of my soul
He entered my world dressed in leather and lookin' mean
He was a delicious scream within' a dream
The Nevermore of Forevermore - a cut that never bleeds
He was it - a renegade stallion - menacing and powerful
Mystical and magnificent
Just the sight of him

today is the day

Mother tongue held in such high regard, not only words, tone is known.

Beating chests signal the end, well maybe in the mind of the ignorant.  

Broken glass, and sweeping rubble make for the coldest of soundtracks to the nightly news.
 
Failing to heal without the bandage of community, fractured are the few.

Discontent and disavowed

Unrest World

Unrest World

Fires cracking
Bombs bombing
People fighting
People debating

Deforestation
All the isms
Weak mindsets
Y'all are decrazed.

Unrest, unrest
Unrest World

Where is the peace
Where is the love 

Unrest, unrest
Unrest World

Why can't you ease
Slow down your grudge. 

Folks are dying
Folks are crying
Where is the peace
Where is the love?

Many lost their jobs
Things got rough
Things got tough
Enough is enough.

Why can't we eat
Why can't we sleep
Should I

Motionality

if I could but reach 
        a little bit further,

the Baltic winds, the Irish Sea,
not even the Atlantic

could my need for misgivings divide

what a trespass to be whole! 
let no thing restore my soul

not swells of madness,
        nor gladness proliferating
in form

Unrest

Truth, lies,
Con men, spies,
Trouble, strife,
What a life.

Death, destruction,
Hate, corruption,
Power, greed,
Plants bad seed,

Hoe, seeds,
Unrest, breeds,
Plants flourish,
World undernourish.

Compassion, none,
For anyone,
can't comprehend,
Where will this end?

Upon the Earth, They Wandered In Unrest

Upon the earth, they wandered in unrest.
They spoke one tongue, and even the same words.
Then packing up, broke camp and traveled west
and moved in groups: nomads, all bunched in herds.

They found a plain in Shinar, fairly placed,
“Come, let us make some bricks and bake them well.”
Bitumen served as mortar, as the paste
To raise a tower,

Money

Money
That cannot be surpassed
That cannot be abandoned
Has broken the structure of the society
And even the bond of a family
And even the same originity
And even the structures of the blood cells, the senses, the heart and the mind
Resulting in the arise of
A turbulent unrest in the body
A new epidermic
Called a close confrontation

Time of Unrest

A time of unrest like never before seen
While basic structures of society crumble,
Families lacking in simple cohesiveness
Schools accused of burnishing history
Churches falling into dismal hypocrisy
Rabble-rousers lurch toward anarchy,
Simple folks questioning whom to trust
Muckrakers telling us what to believe,
Respect for our leaders at its lowest ebb
Hearing the voices of conspiracies spread,
While a pandemic continues unabated
We, the

Vogan Unrest-

Celebrations shock gatherings cries of the breath;
And clapping of those masking's while holding their crush;
Labor long and hard, while hurdling soft;
Spills the just of juice;
I can't vue it, just can't vue it...
is the Vogon's contest?


7/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

He Has a Name

When the poets fall silent Man will not only lose his voice but also the notion of Life. ~Quote by poet.

Steeped in the pain of his slain countryman, 
surrounded by the turmoil of real fears 
which lay exposed on the stone-cold tarmac, 
a poet dipped his ink in the spilled tears. 
He had a name

Unrest

Unwary and unwise

                             Unfortunate abuse

                      

Pandemic Stew

Let's do dinner tonight at the Covid 19, the hottest new restaurant in town.
We won't need a face mask, we'll sit with a crowd and dine on Pandemic Stew.
We'll start with a creamy White Supremacist Broth served with Storm Trooper 
Croutons
And then there's a cocktail of rare Racial Strife heaped up on a bed of

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