A son of Georgia
I was a chemist by trade
'Unbossed and Unbought'
'The Movement' gave me a call
I left the lab and I marched
We thought we should give you fair warning
before you pull open this door
that the plums you had saved for this morning
ain’t there no more.
You’d decided you never should trust us
already, so we ate them all.
They tasted as luscious as justice.
Now who you gonna call?
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Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.
I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from my puppet strings severed
I placed my trust
that you’d come undone from your reign unjust...
And in your castle carved from fears,
bloom black orchids, drenched in thistles of tears,
veiling the moon with lethal lace,
perfumed with poison, in gruesome grace.
Yet I refuse to drown in the seas of the artless,
like a marionette, silenced and heartless:
for I am the silhouette of silk and solace,
soaring beyond chains of brutality and malice,
To an island where thorn less love blooms,
and faith is the melody to erase written gloom,
from the sinister streaks of the narcissistic sun-stain
I ricochet amidst the night and champagne rain...
Producing Music videos that touch our hearts.
Maria Williams and her husband Ron receive high marks.
They put Poetry into Visual Musical Sounds and
leave the viewers Amazed and Spellbound.
So talented are they both to create and share.
Just ask the Poet's of their work, together as a pair.
Go to YouTube type in Poetic Rythms and see.
All Maria Williams supporters, watch, and comment Please.
Maria and her husband Ron have done
videos for Tom Woody, Silent One, and
others on the Soup. Please support her
Channel Poetic Rythms on YouTube
and comment on all the great Poetic
Videos Maria and Ron have done. My
two favorites are Step Ever So Light,
and Tom Woody's The Spirit, The Water,
& The Blood. She is currently working
on one of mine. All that support Maria
with her Poetry please go to her YouTube
Channel Subscribe and comment, I am
sure she will appreciate it, and who knows,
your poem might be next she and Ron
produce. Again please subscribe to her
channel. Those that do thank you and
I'm sure Maria appreciates it...
She is the mastermind behind videos that appeal to the heart
always considering others she plucks the words that we impart
and gives them to the A I, we get music and imagery and art...
She is always thinking of others and putting a smile on their faces
a brilliant woman with so many talents and kindness you can't erase
a friend who is always there for you, with generosity in place...
Maria is a poet who understands my heart and soul to no end
oh how I wish she lived closer, for a teatime we could both attend
yes she is a wonderful pen pal companion and also a dear friend.
This is the story of Norm and Nate,
And Hank Williams, the great balladeer,
And what was to be their horrible fate
As they spun on this rotating sphere.
Nate the needle played hits on a platter,
Spinning the sad songs Norm had made him.
Norm, as they’d say, was mad as a hatter,
But Nate the needle meekly obeyed him.
In a circle, the platter would revolve
As Nate would sing sad sounds he found there,
While Norm, crying bitter tears, would dissolve,
As Hank’s words and voice, he couldn’t bear.
Hank’s million-dollar voice came from on high,
But the Lord gave him a 10-cent head.
He wrote the song, “So Lonesome I Could Cry”
Lamenting leaves that would soon be dead.
On New Year’s, ‘53, Hank Williams died;
Norm could play only that song and not move.
Hank saw the light, while Norm cried and cried,
And Nate was buried in a watery groove.
We Love the Nanny
Promise me. Not a word to anyone.
I think I'm in love with the nanny.
She's young and vibrant and dark.
I'm blooming in her midnight garden.
My wires spark. My heart's ignited.
Keep it secret. Not a word to anyone.
It's easy to believe that our ability to love is finite (final) especially when your heart has been broken before by someone you loved very much.
But believe it or not, slowly you will heal and love again. And your capacity for love will grow exponentially.
You'll be able to keep a space for Maxwell W. Moyo in your heart, for your family, for your future children, for anybody who comes into your life.
And you never know, maybe you and I are meant to be together. And if that's the case, then you will find your way to me, into my life, to accept me as your own, to love me, support me and to spend good times with me.
And I promise to shower you with the love, care, attention you deserve.
To support you and to love you wholeheartedly.
There's always light at the end of the tunnel.
A poem by the wonderful Maria Williams (copy link above)
Eight years ago this day February 8 2016 I came forth
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Non nowhere so familiars
Worth more than billion
I be one of God’s Children
In His army, yet a civilian
LeiNah Williams’s brilliance
In mine resilience
Got mine rhythms
From my daddy (and Michael Jackson)
Definitions, divisions, harmonies decisions
I am my own girl position
Yaw! Say my name right cuz me got big guns
What’s my name, Say mine name?
Birthday today
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Hey! Hey! Hey! Happy Birthday to me
First Grand Daughter of James Edward Lee
2/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Our True, Real Self
Time changes and is in constant flight,
And of the fact, should never lose sight,
God is true and His huge help is here;
Always knew that He is close and near.
Many times God, myself, I so often will ask:
" Why am I wearing and behind a mental mask?"
Trying to hide true self and me that He made
Love to rest and simply sit in delightful shade.
What I found out and has been better yet;
Memories of me all my fans will never forget;
Free at last in heaven, far better place to be;
Where again and again laugh along with me.
About Robin Williams
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2023
This was poem of the day. Today is his Birthday.
Britannica and Wikipedia are great sources
Cannot put in website addresses into items
on Poetry Soup
Today is Robin Williams Birthday.
I have written several poems about him
in Poetry Soup. You can look through all
of my poems to find them and read them
You are welcome.
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Esther Williams looks from heaven, approving her alma mater
?????I'M IN LOVE WITH THE LOVE
THE ONE THAT LOVES ME
"LeiNah Williams Song"
~Oh! Lord I just want to tell the world
I'm in love with the love the one that
I love in me Jesus
I am so much in love with the love
Whom I love His name is Jesus
Even though Ba Ba isn't here
She's here within me instilled
So is she is me her and Jesus
She held me once
I saw her before I came
We share the same FATHER GOD I was with HIM
now I am physically here on train earth
Did I mention she held me once when I was an infant
A day old and she'ld hold me
Again when I see her at Heaven's Door
I'll greet her Hi! Hello my Grandmother BA BA
I just want to tell the world I'm in love with the love
The one that I love in me Jesus
I am so much in love
With the love of my love is me is Jesus
Even though Ba Ba isn't here
She's yet within me, her and Jesus and I
I am in love with the one that I love
Whose in Heaven's Glory Skies
6/1/23
Written words by (PA PA)
James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Our True, Real Self
Time changes and is in constant flight,
And of the fact, should never lose sight,
God is true and His huge help is here;
Always knew that He is close and near.
Many times God, myself, I so often will ask:
" Why am I wearing and behind a mental mask?"
Trying to hide true self and me that He made
Love to rest and simply sit in delightful shade.
What I found out and has been better yet;
Memories of me all my fans will never forget;
Free at last in heaven, far better place to be;
Where again and again laugh along with me.
About Robin Williams
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