Freedom Allegory Poems

Written: February 25, 2024

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In a scene of singing...

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I grew up blind
The kind that fades away with the gaping eye of knowledge
word on the tip of every patriotic tongue was independence
Little did my...

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In the dirty hands of poverty,
 Scavengers of the Republic of Enlightenment
 Quench their thirst under the eyelids of the proletarians.
 A sinecure of hard...

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“Woke”, past tense of “awake”,
It is generally thought that,
This is a good thing,
My worst nightmares begin,
At that point.

If being “awake” means ignoring,
Reality at another’s behest,
It’s...

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A dead man! ! ! 

Very hard to tame.

For he doesn't die once, 

But daily he dies. 

Bound he may look, 

Yet he is of...

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Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once...

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From roses to peonies, from peonies to lovers
im swinging on the bench during the deepest Halloween night like a crazy cicada enamorada wrapped around the...

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when she tied the knot
must marry an astronaut
became overwrought

when he (she) was a slave
he had lived in home of the brave
freedom always crave

(caught moving through...

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I want to die in space
Amongst the stars
Floating in an ethereal abyss
I hope I never touch ground again...

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In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final...

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Born wearing ballet shoes
without knowing,
far in the deep nature, 
in the Sakhalin Islands,
a ballet star opened his eyes
for the first time.

Warmed by the love of...

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The blackbird wants to sing a song.
What song?
A song of freedom
But its fragile beak is tied.

The blackbird lives on the Island. 
Where the Aubrey's tongue...

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Optimist? Pessimist? 
Recognizing the glass as half-cracked 
Often explains the level of its contents.
Freedom is being satisfied
With the terms of one’s confinement....

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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