American Poems - Poems about American

They reside on the other side. They bathe in fertility. They own yard-keepers and servants; Dogs, cats and charming plants. They breathe the camphorated air like us, Swallow the transparent dust, Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers Like our siblings living under the tiny tents. They reside on the other side of town, Over the mountains. They bathe in tranquil fertility Of the country-side. They...

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They came with dust on their boots and a morning star, Shadows of boyhood still clinging to their shoulders— They were sons of the land, faces bright with the dew, Carrying small, cherished photographs in their breast pockets. They rose with the sun’s trumpet call at dawn, A summons to arms, to fear, to death— Yet they did not tremble, They carried...

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Great American Literature Our bookshelf groaned under the weight of American Literature, and my mother was principally a communist. An American Tragedy, I read at fourteen, and my fascination with A Bridge over San Louis Ray was endless, and so it went on. I joined the youth wing of the communist party of Norway, it lasted a month; they kicked me out I knew...

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I wonder if Pops will lie out in his trademark bell-bottoms—faded denim flares that split the air like his cool, bending time, making room for his strut as if the horizon would yield to his next step. He sported them tightly creased—dividing time into his own image and fashioning it into a tailored jacket. Double-breasted pinstripe...

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a placid lake at sunrise bending to fill a weaved basket water's reflect a native squaw ...

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Lovely, happy hair, Rowed, and growing in beauty; God’s sweet locks I bear:- Hued as is the night, Moonlight beauty reflecting Ebony delight:- Locks admired so much, Gardened rowed short or shouldered, Just got to be touched. God makes no mistakes; Creating natured beauty, Whatever hue takes:- Mirror check and see, The blooming beauty of thee, And gracefully be:- ...

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LIGHT OF MY LIFE (Apropos Of My Queen's 81st Birthday) You light up my life; My sunshine and its moonlight: All darkness dispelled:-...

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Where have all the bison gone shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one where have all the shooters gone done away by Indians more than some the red man revered the buffalo of God's abundance living proof to the white who sent them to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds a gold mine on the hoof the paleface ways in olden days long gone were somewhat less than...

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Their violence Our defiance Their complaint Not our debate Their envy Fuels our energy Their violence We won't be silenced Their ignorance Can't bother us Our energy They aren't ready Our voice They have no choice Our power They are sour Our strength They try to destroy by going to these great lengths Can you finally understand The matter at hand Do you...

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What they did to tamir rice Cold as ice I'll give some advice Think twice Think thrice An innocent paid the price Which led to his demise This is a matter of black lives Our final goodbyes We look to the sky As we wipe our eyes A burning rage on the inside So then...

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Discovery Race Thief History Christian Wealth Justice Right Equality God Bible Truth: People of Satan...

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I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy To manipulate and destroy A message sent to employ A hatred to kill joy He was a child A boy who...

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I’m talking about the beautiful country of Burkina Faso Formally known as the Republic of Upper Volta, the newcomer on the plateau The new country with a charismatic and highly competent young leader Capt. Ibrahim Traoré, everybody is talking about this intelligent brother Who is well articulated in French, English and other languages Brother Traoré embodies what all young men...

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Roaring African Diamond, Rolling Thunder, Beloved Warrior— Cotton’s Violent Cr-owner craving Tougher, Blacker Pickers praying Brother, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers couldn’t recover Delight, Comfort, Dignity, Respect, Fortune, Majesty… covered Blinded Visions, Inhuman Vitriol flowing through Uncivil Society. Grander Savages casting Shallow Shadows; Ignoble Secrets. Darkest Templar, Limited Freedom belongs Nowhere....

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I grew up a white boy in suburban Ohio. My parents both worked, we had a nice house…I played on a little league team. Yes, growing up in Ohio….I was sure we were living the American Dream. Back then I thought the Dream was accessible to everyone in the country we live in…. It wasn’t until year laters...

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