The world’s wronged me, I hear me say,
And my faith has begun to fray.
I wonder where God's presence lies,
And why He seems to turn a blind eye.
I've cried out in my pain and doubt,
But have yet to hear His answer shout.
But I won't lose hope and despair,
For God is always there.
He sees the suffering, the pain, the tears,
And wipes each one in turn with care.
So I’m patient, though it's hard to bear,
For God will show me He's always there.
Though my faith may waver, weak and thin,
God will make my trust grow, within.
For though I can't see Him, He is near,
With comfort, peace, and tender care.
So I hold, even though it's tough,
For God will carry me with His love.
I’ll see that though the world is bleak,
God's grace is more than I can seek.
He'll wipe my tears and calm my fears,
And show me He's been there all these years.
So I'll keep my head up, take a breath.
Categories:
wronged, pain,
Form: Other
The fire in her kindled,
All too soon dwindled:
Nearly in a twinkle
That made her laugh a crinkle
While her forehead described a wrinkle…
Max’s disappearance shall ears tingle,
For remain she will single;
Alone with lover-fed pringle…
Things haven’t been at all simple.
And she’s beautiful, no face pimple.
The harshest of prices for love in ample
By one merely longing to emerge An Example…
Now she’ll have to damn it and ahead go to show it:
A Wronged-By-God Spinster,
Her Absconding Max, A church Minister.
Categories:
wronged, anxiety, beauty, betrayal, break
Form: Rhyme
Word to my worst enemy
Even when the songbirds pray
Over the eulogies, given by faceless ignorant monoliths
All your unused stilettos and unfinished machinations locked away in a mahogany box, never to be shown to the world, the wide world still acting and pretending to long for just one more moment of your existence, i will still laugh ?? in the most haughty
and flairogant flashion as i did when you told me that you were actually my worst enemy.
Tis more thrilling and less tedious to engage battle with a butterfly than thou.
Categories:
wronged, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
BLACK AND I AM ALONED I AM WRONGED discouraged-
I am black
I dress urban not
I need encouragement no further embarrassments love and understanding
I am related to those races
I vacation in self
My job is withdrawn and abandonment
I desire peace, hope and love
6/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Lament Poetry type
Categories:
wronged, abuse, anxiety, confusion, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured. ~Tacitus
as children
we looked past the world’s artificial trappings
the ravelment of doctrines
and the glaring capitalistic displays
the only criteria was that we’re friends
growing up
the world we inhabited
shrank as we embraced
the rules of others
to fit in
adulthood
meant that we
overrode innate compassion for others
paramount concern
belonging to the right group
often at the expense of many others
leaving a particular religious group
would lead to shunning
even death
lost in this Troxler effect
we have ultimately lost the ability to discern human value
we’re set in our ways
our value compass
eventually deliquesced as it decomposed
like a corpse
how did we become so jaundiced in our outlook
it is obvious
we hate the ones we have wronged
forgiving ourselves is only path to redemption
14 June 2021
Categories:
wronged, philosophy,
Form: Suzette Prime
Righted-Wronged Choices--
~My choice is mine
I've decided now...
go left or right wrong again~
2/10/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Categories:
wronged, allegory, analogy, assonance,
Form: Senryu
I will paint the most glorious dragon today.
She will come to life upon her completion and
She will take a name for herself.
She will breathe fire on my enemies, and she will gnash
Her yellow teeth and scare their pants off.
My enemies will be sorry they ever wronged me!
I will watch her take them by their feet, and throw them around
Like dolls, into trees, and over houses, they will all be crying.
Grandma! She interrupts me with her big blue trusting eyes.
What about not hurting people? What about loving everybody?
I stop and think, not coming up with anything.
I know! She says, laughing and clapping. You will be a super
Hero Grandma, and you will catch them all and give them hugs and stuff.
I look into her eyes, knowing I am going to completely fold now.
Yes, I agree. That is exactly what I will do.
We both smile.
Categories:
wronged, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Light Verse
Why are you mesmerized by her charm,
If the most beautiful and charming man is GOD?
Why are you proud of somebody's wit or
So boastful of your intelligence if the most genius
Of all the geniuses keeps His humility?
Why are you so amazed by the common artists' work
If the man with greatest masterpiece is God?
Why are you being carried by a singer's voice and
The earthly things in songs,
If in God's words you are being healed and saved?
Why you keep on worshipping saints,mountains ,
Woods and stones if the miracles you receive
Are from God?Why them instead of Him.
Why you let children believe and idolize cartoon
and movie heroes?
Are there some heroes made
more heroic acts than Christ?
Have you ever asked yourself,
"am I idolizing the wrong man?"
April 8,2017
Categories:
wronged, analogy, art, children, christian,
Form: Free verse
i took a picture of yesterday
i placed it directly over today
not much had changed
the molding that framed me
same
the wall that held me
same
the carpet that comforted me
same
not much had changed
but I noticed
a little piece of you
was missing
now i know
words hurt
i wish
i could take mine back
Feb 27 2016
armand
Categories:
wronged, words,
Form: Free verse
Thank you for coming on short notice, sir.
A drink, perhaps, before we speak of her?
No? To bus’ness then. Ending civil strife
Requires me to move against my wife.
I trust that you will note I’m not to blame
When you have heard how I’ve been put to shame.
She scolds me when I’ve had too much to eat,
Objects when I explain my right to cheat,
Upbraids me when I sleep ‘til after noon,
Laughs at my goal to own the sun and moon,
Reproves me when I covet what is theirs,
Knocks my hauteur and all my “put-on airs.”
My fury at this treatment you must see;
I need your legal skills to set me free.
1/31/2016
Categories:
wronged, irony, vanity,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Lived a life of hell
But I lived my life very well
Some would ask if have any regret
My answer is no because what was set
There is a valuable and life long lesson
Which is now my most valued possession
Knowledge I can pass along
To some one else who started on the bong
Life of drugs my friend
Usually leads to a bad end
Jail, prison, rehab, and death
Its not fun watching ones last breath
Dodging bullets is defiantly no fun
I definitely respect a loaded gun
Tears in my eye
When watching some one die
My heart always in pain
What I have seen is a shame
A life on the street
Isn't worth the fate you meet
Cocaine heroine meth
Leads to so much death
I made my bed
I am lucky I am not dead
Never had to go to prison
But now I have risen
For God has found me
With His Sons blood i have been set free
I been saved because of Christ
My heart is no longer iced
Heaven bound I be
Because God has set me free
Categories:
wronged, addiction, death, deep, faith,
Form: Couplet
Hang your head in shame
This is not a game
Who are you to blame
Blame everything on me
It's not how it's going to be
Will you never see
See what you have done
Our marriage had just begun
Now I want to run
Run away from you
It's not an easy thing to do
If only you had knew
Knew how much I cared
This mistake you can't repair
Now you left me scared
Scared to fall in love
You I am sick of
I had to rise above
Above your cheating ways
Don't ask me to stay
Now I spend my days
Days without you
Categories:
wronged, lost love, me, me,
Form: Lyric
At first they called them savages
then took away their land,
then they called them primitive
and didn't understand.
They had their own society
before the white man came,
who forced them into slavery
which filled their hearts with shame.
Pushed into reservations
and told they had to stay,
forget about the life they had
and learn a different way.
Forced to live a white mans life
with nowhere left to hide,
they didn't forget their own beliefs
and they never lost their pride.
Decendents of these brave natives
now in our social throng,
will never forgive the nation
that treated their people so wrong.
Categories:
wronged, native american
Form: Rhyme