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Best Famous Booker Poems

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Written by Forrest Hamer | Create an image from this poem

Charlene-n-Booker 4ever

 And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews,
any man a boy given this chance of making
a new sidewalk outside the apartment building where
some of them live, three old men and their wives,
the aging unmarrying children, and the child
who is a cousin, whose mother has sent her here
because she doesn’t know what to do with her,
she’s out of control, she wants to be a gangsta, and
the old folks talk to her as if she minds them
and already has that respect for their years her mother
finally grew into.
The girl who does not look like them eats and eats and sleeps late, sneaks away when they are busy, and tonight will write herself all over the sidewalk while it is still wet but the old have gone inside, and the grown gone home, and her mother who is somewhere overseas thinks of writing her that long long letter, but decides not to.


Written by Paul Laurence Dunbar | Create an image from this poem

BOOKER T. WASHINGTON

The word is writ that he who runs may read.
What is the passing breath of earthly fame?
But to snatch glory from the hands of blame—
That is to be, to live, to strive indeed.
A poor Virginia cabin gave the seed,
And from its dark and lowly door there came
A peer of princes in the world's acclaim,
A master spirit for the nation's need.
Strong, silent, purposeful beyond his kind,
The mark of rugged force on brow and lip,
Straight on he goes, nor turns to look behind
Where hot the hounds come baying at his hip;
With one idea foremost in his mind,
Like the keen prow of some on-forging ship.

Book: Shattered Sighs