RED, YELLOW, BROWN, BLACK
THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHITE PEOPLE ATTACK
BLACK, BROWN, YELLOW, RED
THEY'D JUST PREFER THAT YOU ALL WERE JUST DEAD
It is no secret!
That this country is still racist,
White, Black, Yellow, Brown and Red.
When all we see is colored faces!
For most our ignorance’s,
conjure illusions were not racist.
While some masquerade
in an attempt to misguide!
Some parade to protest
with riot in disguise!
Every day! Every day! Every day!
We display racism toward others,
we deem difference than,
by how we think,
transferring thoughts into behavior.
Racism is everywhere!
It is at work,
it is at school,
it is on TV,
and all over the news.
It is podcast on the radio
and on social media too!
It is all around us,
it surrounds us!
We project around with no realization,
that were all racist,
simply by our own fears,
emotions, and actions.
As stereotypical individuals,
whose attitude reflects it,
were just too judgmental
of others to recognize it.
Our own mystery
is no secret,
that we are racist too!
A bright sunny day
A sea of blue sky
Patches of white clouds
All in different shapes
It is cooler now
The trees are changing
They are shedding leaves
The colors have changed
To red , yellow, brown
Summer season left
All the leaves have spread
Covering the ground
It is autumn now
Time to rake the leaves
Red.
Yellow, brown, or orange.
Leaves live comfortably.
At cider mills, and in backyards.
Maple leaves.
They are spiky, and boldly shaped.
Into a leaf pile.
They are dead, but not haunted.
They are yellow, brown, or orange.
Mostly, red though.
Or maybe we just like the red ones the best.
Stepping inside, crumbled leaves on the floor.
They seem dry and brittle in the kitchen.
She hands me a broom.
Leaves are not so fun inside.
But still they are yellow, brown, or orange…
…or like my broom handle, like rust, like the sunset…
They can be my favorite color:
Red.
Like cherry blossoms in the spring
the leaves of autumn loosely cling
upon the drab, dark brownish bark
creating contrasts, stunning, stark.
As autumn leaves descend in droves
upon the earth like manna loaves
they blanket her with a patchwork quilt
like muddy waters settle silt.
The autumn leaves of various hues
oh, how they, our senses schmooze.
The yellow, brown, orange, and red
delight our sight before they’re shed.
Who would believe that dying leaves
could such enchanting magic cleave.
What a parable! Beauty in death,
'Tis how God views His saints’ last breath.
Autumn Equinox
Autumn Equinox has fallen out of Summer;
Cooling heat horizontal breeze ever so lovely, autumn;
Embrace me season harvest;
Kiss me soul gentle caresses;
All that I see, spring/summer green;
Summer has fallen tinting orange, yellow, brown foliage Scene;
Welcome embrace:
Autumn Equinox has graced;
8/21/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Who says that books can't have babies
or be dead
Who says on another planet or airplane
that people aren't read instead
And the books might say,
"You can't read a person by its cover --
yellow, brown, white or red."
"Everything is possible
when the imagination is concerned.
All one has to do is look --
on the pages, the mind
the heart; right Fred?"
"Right Ned."
Pins and needles sewn across the bed
In threads of yellow-brown and rosy red
Stitched across my sheets, embroidered to my bed and pillow
Eye to eye with pins and needles, a prickly pair
Pinned to my bed and pillow, they lay bare
The prickly pair, they stare and glare
Their eyes, like needles, pierce the air
Embroidered to my bed and pillow,
They’re always there, a constant thrill-o
The needles, they whisper in the night
Their sharpness, a constant fright
The pins, they gleam in the moonlight
Their presence, a constant blight
The prickly pair, they never sleep
Their vigilance, a constant keep
Embroidered to my bed and pillow,
They’re always there, a constant billow.
Autumn aromas.
Apple crisp,
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider,
Watch out, a spider!
Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.
Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown,
fluttering
down.
Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.
Nippy nature walks.
Napping.
November moon, are you ready?
Winter soon.
Scratchy scarecrows sneak through spooky corn mazes.
Scenic foliage,
campfire blazes.
yellow brown red gold
autumn many tress colors
some dry dark leaves fall
~ Judgment Day…
Well when we're kneeling there before the Lord
he won't give a hoot what color's our skin
He'll only care if we've opened our heart
and if'n we had let his love flow in
He'll look fer the cowboy who has stood tall
when he was tempted to go ‘gainst the good
Who was counted on to help his brother
get through their troubles anytime he could
One that prays to God for his guiding hand
so he might help his brother find the way
One that loved his neighbor even though they
look different or had something else to say
The problem it seems we just view the world
in either black, white, yellow, brown or red
But when we have to make that final stand
God won't see our skin but our soul instead
The scripture says,"
They will hate you because
you are not like them"
Someone can think about
different colours or tribes
While it is not like that.
If you are a white ( or black, yellow, brown, ) preacher
Speaking the truth about wrongdoers
Many people will hate you
for speaking the truth.
Example: there is no
heaven for sinners.
Which is truth,
But many people who
still in wrongdoings
will take it as a provocation
While you try to help them
to quit wrong things.
For doing that ,
Know that you love majority folks
more than how they love you.
Imagine a white preacher standing to condemn racism where racists dominated.
Only God will help him" her" to come out alive
In that precarious zone.
Think about a black preacher standing to condemn tribalism where tribalism people dominated.
Only God will help him" her" to come out alive
In that hazardous neighborhood.
Jesus Christ was true in front of pharisees
and scribes but they decided to detest
Him because of their secret agendas.
It is like a true christian preaching some
people of other beliefs.
July 7th /2023
Bag of spiders, I scream in awe to see!
My best collection from that pigeon pea tree
All yellow brown crawlers, they’re tiny
So cute when they hug and push their friends or enemy
Do you think they also have crab’s mentality?
My brother and I love playing spiders
On stick, they fight like sumo wrestlers
Whoever wins a spider derby will be a free homeworker
And a loser will be a certified whole week dishwasher
Do you want to join in my favorite sport with my brother?
Flowers with colours enchant me,
Buds budding and blooming,
Beauty surrounds, fills me with glee,
Nature’s way of grooming;
Critters with colours charm me too,
Paws dancing; tails wagging.
Talented tricks they learn to do,
Hear pet owners bragging.
Multicolored folk glow with light,
Kids gleam with hearts of gold.
Red and yellow, brown, black and white
God made us all we’re told.
To show God’s colours, it’s our part
To shine on His wavelength.
Charged to love Him with all our heart,
With all our soul and strength.
Looking around, I stand in awe
of God in creation,
I want to dance and shout hurrah!
Such is heart’s elation!
April 23, 2023
Author’s Notes: Joanna Daniel wrote the first and last stanzas;
I joined in with the middle three. In writing this, I discovered
that it is the wavelength of light that determines color
and the wavelength of sound determines pitch.
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date; Thursday 6th April 2023
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