Storm in the mind.
Dead look in face.
For whose swept through imprint leaves
Of aftershock.
Sun, smiling up
O'er such a place
Blown, battered, where nothing moves
Has restored it.
Eye, dew-flashed, sympathy-lit.
My own to mock!
They say you’re at peace—
but I feel the tremble in the dark,
the soft scratching
of something not quite gone.
There is no stillness
where you sleep.
Only silence too heavy,
like breath held too long
by the dead.
I dream of you
and you are never smiling.
Your eyes are glass,
your mouth a locked door.
You reach,
but never touch.
I’ve seen the moon recoil
from your grave.
Felt the cold push back
when I whispered,
“Rest easy.”
BUT YOU DON’T
Your name rings hollow in the wind,
dragging behind it the sound
of unfinished sorrow.
You are a shadow
that never settles.
You walk between the worlds
without light,
without peace.
I can feel it—
you didn’t let go.
And maybe…
neither did I.
Let me tell you a story not a fairytale
Runookoro the heart bit of rivers and stars
home of men with balls and steels,
rugged entities, Serena tested, men mount.
abobi and man In green in tete-a-tete,
tete-a-tete became volcano explosion
matters turn soar, street casted ,abobi fell like tree.
Abobi live like eagle flying without wings
on that day, the heart bleed,the sky turn dark, the earth flood blood like rivers
voices echoes like ocean 'dem don kill abobi '
the tales hurt the heart,onlookers asked in silence 'na who kill abobi?
men mount in pressure,tears in the sun that never dried,Runookoro bleed in fire.
civic riot, Nepal unrest learn in silence
officials in siren ,homes on fire, street floored with graves
men run like Squirrels to no directions
the memories of the guns still leaves
Runookoro don catch fire, na who kill abobi ?
ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
THE GREAT POET
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 botha no public unrest and disorder
no treated as na im make
we get pow'er to dismiss
before it's even comes
liken di winds and rains
we need to rebuke di pains
lord don mercy, as im surely does
i am, we are covered for im love always
humanity, satan begone
ain't naw public unrest and disorder, here
4/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
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 is something you will long for in my world
so
i’ll try
i’ll fight
i’ll love
and
i’ll die
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 makes for passing headlines, while we continue to pull together to heal like ointment on a grazed knee, of a child fallen from a tree, or the swollen flesh of a arm got by an ant, wasp or bee.
Talking, listening isn't all that we need?
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 give up my arms
Should I give up my legs
So many fears
So many tears
We just live in the doomsday world.
Refrain.
Please, Lord
Forgive us all
We're living in the gloomy world
Please, Lord
Forget us not
We're living in a chaotic world.
Refrain.
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.
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, and in the heavens dwell.
“For we shall build a city of renown,
far better than across the earth dispersed.”
To see the tower built, the LORD came down;
He promptly saw their actions were reversed.
“Behold, they are a people with one voice,
And this is just the start of what they’ll choose.
With nothing hard, the world will be their oyster.
Come, let us thwart and baffle and confuse.”
The LORD thus sent them on their way that hour;
The earth, make their dominion, occupy.
With babble-speak, it’s hard to raise a tower,
But words aren’t what you need to multiply!
(from Genesis 11)
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
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 masses saturated with ignorance.
written September 10, 2021
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©
When the poets fall silent Man will not only lose his voice but also the notion of Life. ~Suzette Richards
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 … He had a name …
A mother’s son had stood up to be counted
during a time when voices were made mute,
indoctrinated to a point of stupor.
A poet observes and remains resolute.
He had a name? He had a name.
No statue would be erected in his name
as he was not the first man to be slain.
At the next roll call of the civil unrest,
this poet’s words ease some of the naked pain.
He has a name. He has a name!
Unwary and unwise
Unfortunate abuse
Upheld by the harshness
Useful new euphemism
Ultimate goodness rule
Unseen, not dubious
Unshackle candidness
Written: April 30, 2021
Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
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 Brutality Ice.
For dessert, there's an End of Democracy Cake infused with Suppressions to Vote,
From the bar we can order a Vodka con Putin dumped into a large Diet Coke.
There's no entertainment, the band has left town but there's reruns of Trump Photo Ops.
There's a two for one special that's running this week, no need for cash on The Spot
'Cause the sign on the door makes it perfectly clear, "Your Soul of America card Welcomed here".
Shall we go there tonight to the Covid 19 and dine on Pandemic Stew
And not wear a face mask and sit with a crowd?
Depends on what life means to you - it's to die for!!
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