Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues.
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a balance between who is right and who is wrong, caught up in the obsessions with politicians like a game of tic-tac-toe.
Somewhere, there exists a poem, one that is waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting.
There are too many words and not enough ink to print them, with too few people who care about such issues.
The ups and downs caused by natural disasters stem from the manipulations within the political landscape, the missing emails, the concealed birth certificates, and the beauty queen who gained weight.
What about the real issues? What about the economy, war and famine, child molestation, bigotry, and deception?
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars arise, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump as today's crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, feeling disheartened once again.
Categories:
uprisings, celebrity, forgiveness, repetition,
Form: Dramatic Verse
I see myself I awakening
And in my present tense I am not forsakening
I believe in myself and I stand tall I’m only short in temperament
But I believe in myself and I stand tall I’ only short in temperament
But I believe that I won’t fall because everything that I see is Jesus I see growth Jesús
I see love in awe
Jesus I see faith Jesus
When I see myself in the mirror I see Jesus and I in my uprisings
And my down settings in my enrichment and impoverishment
All that I am I am that I’m all
And all that I see is Jesus
With my physical eye Jesus
In my spiritual eyes Jesus
There is nothing that I can deny, Jesus
Always by my side in in the rain in the garden
In the cave as I stand and when I’m falling
Everything I see everything I believe it’s Jesus
All that I see is Jesus
12/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
uprisings, analogy, appreciation, celebration, jesus,
Form: Dramatic Verse
forty years late for death
uprisings toppled civilizations without hurting my eyes
at the apex of the vortex and inside this antechamber and shelter
the euclidean dome engine where i move the galaxy
I sweep the creation with the neural scanner
around here I became brutish and for each failure
I adapted the respective lie
I've been layering things for a long time
solid blocks of ghostly mist
but complacent with the physiology of what is organic
I know it's time to disappear into the pale palace of time
the vacuum unfolds like a three-dimensional ball of wool
each house of heat rises and blasts the stars
the dark and infinite field of the universe spews flames
quasar beams build the checkered web
where I'll be stuck while I die.
Categories:
uprisings, science fiction, space, time,
Form: Free verse
In the serene nights with starry skies,
With you on my mind, I realize.
Beautiful soul, you're so pristine.
Perfect are you, your love divine.
Oh my dear, you're so adorable.
Each moment with you, unforgettable.
In all our minds, some flaws there are.
Undeniable expectations, all wide and far.
Not even on the west risen day,
Your expectations could I meet someway.
I grieve, I cry, in my heart's uprisings.
Dejection takes control virtue my shortcomings.
My subconsciousness though, in tranquility remains.
Privileged I am, feeling of calmness pertains.
For I've known you, I've loved you, so warm
and deep.
And gratitude for your reciprocation, I do keep.
Name it not, what we have for ourselves.
Why make a bond? When it's us, together it delves.
Let there be spaces yet propinquity.
But I'll be loving you, infinity till eternity.
Categories:
uprisings, beauty, crush, heartbroken, i
Form: Rhyme
Do I fly into another day without you?
With wings of a luminescent swan,
I swoop towards heavenly certainties
Holding each verse your breaths create
On our virgin parchment
Do I dream another dream for serendipity’s touch?
A touch against crevices’ misunderstanding
Stroking forgiveness under lips of a luxurious whisper
Where are your thoughts?
Where are your memories of yesterday’s certainty?
Do I ascend towards sacrifices’ downfall with weighted inhales?
Hoping each moment our paired hands cross,
Will not become downplayed uprisings
My solaced smile urges for your tunnel vision.
…
Because new sunrise’s pertinent grin has yet to be unwrapped!
Yet, they say tomorrows’ hidden asterisk
Is not guaranteed
But, this love,
THIS LOVE,
Is for today
Unwrapped
For you
Endlessly
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
uprisings, life, love,
Form: Free verse
my heart is black my soul is black and empty it resides where all truth exists where silence mocks the madness. where all possibilities are born. where uprisings and revolutions are manifested through the thoughts and imaginations of the collective consciousness. no my reality is not in your world called earth. my world is where awareness trumps ignorance where true inspiration manifest itself instantly where wisdom and knowledge have no bounds. my world is consciousness where flesh is no longer stagnant. i can feel my world calling but i can hear my creator saying not yet son not yet
Categories:
uprisings, dream,
Form: I do not know?
The world today
The world is in a position of extinction of the masses
No one can cloak this so the super powers kill lower classes
Another name would be genocide deliberate civilian tragedies
Words are used like uprisings and liberation rebel alliances
When the real words are freedom fighters that live amongst dictator armies
This should be a time for revolution instead we stand by and watch ignominies ceremonies.
Categories:
uprisings, world,
Form: I do not know?
Envelope life with firm arms,be for it pleasure
windings and uprisings take for measure
inevitables that are thrown down your path
sensibily minded doing the math
for you are that compass you do choose
north east south or west,upto you if you lose.
Paul Beadnall 10/9/11
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name Six Lines of Poetry, Please
Categories:
uprisings, life,
Form: Rhyme
07.06.2009
Autobiography
My life’s not easy to describe -
It’s like a secret history book,
A sum of many past evens
That one prefers to overlook -
Private uprisings, ghetto walls
Of airless thoughts in shrinking space
Private oppression and revolt -
Private riots against disgrace
Private rebellion, opposition -
And martial laws – by whom declared?
Awakenings, Round Table talks -
And endless freedom I demand
Outbursts of passion where there shall
Just bliss and tranquility be –
You yearn to know?
Well, there you are –
Open that book
And you’ll see
Me.
Categories:
uprisings, allegory, history, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?