American Poems - Poems about American

Hope and revelation is within You can see it around thou, You can feel it within thyself The pearly gates open withn thou, Thou understands and knows it Because his hope is stronger than the obstacles in his path Only divine intervention, only faith can lead his hand through the valley of the shadow of death....

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Weep Africa, weep on. The battle with death is one we dare not to fight, For the call from the great beyond is outside the scope of our existence. Just as our known hero Ngugi Wa Thiong'o has fallen, Like countless unknown heroes forgotten to time, We shall all follow this path of no return one by one. Fight Africa, fight...

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Thank You Lord For Freeing Me From Satan...

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It is impossible when I’m, looking out over the mountains in N. C. not to feel the influence, the presence…the spirit of the Cherokee. When I think how in this country and the world… there is a battle between people who are inhumane to one another… and those who are compassionate and kind.. up here in the mountains of North...

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Heaven Is Not Segregated...

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A JUNETEENTH HAIKU QUATRAIN Freedom seed sown, its's germination halted; it's reaping delayed:- The fruit of freedom, takes a long time to be reaped and may rot quickly:- Let's sow Juneteenth seeds to quickly reap and preserve throughout our lives:- Today, celebrate: fertilizing our spirits, reaping our glory:- ...

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THE PRESENT JUNETEENTH: A 2025 Juneteenth Flashback Beginning with the celebration Of our Juneteenth, We prepare a new perspective For the 4th of July:- Though this nation now stands stalled On the brink, she remains our nation That she is also our nation too, there Can be no lie! What a uniqueness her oppressed people Now share? Two juxtaposed emancipation celebrations Back-to-back: Going from these...

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Emancipation: Delayed But Not Dismayed (Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration) [As Relevant Today As When First Posted, 2021] This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and celebrate We’re still here, marching on Our eyes stayed on the prize. Let us rejoice and celebrate Because we’re aware that we are not The children of Sisyphus:...

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According to Google, Antifa means a coalition of anti-fascism and it's against right wing ideology. What Google doesn't mention is that members of Antifa can turn 'so-called peaceful protests' into vandalism of personal and public property. Going so far as to physically attack journalists reporting their 'anti-democracy and anti-governmental protests.' Seeking to tear down and burn our...

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A. INTRO AMERICAN CINQUAINS Adelaide's answer to the Japanese haiku Poems in shapely form, displaying syllables or stresses in a versatile refrain. B.DIDACTIC DISCUSSION TITLE completely optional FORMAT FIRST LETTER OF LlNE CAPITALISED line syllables/stresses 1. ...

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I as Cherokee must take a stand, and say no more missing females from Native lands Too many have gone missing through the years, Along with too much sorrow and tears I along with my Native sisters must stand and fight, Along with our brothers to do what's right I will shed my blood if...

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I AM A MOVING SPIRIT OF WELL-BEING DANCING IN THE MELODY OF MY OWN SONG....

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A stranger among strangers, when the poet stands apart, He poses a threat to the future. You were here; I was there, healing the world with our prayers and lyrics. This is no mere nightmare. the world that shuns a poet sends them into oblivion— just another...

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LET’S KEEP OUR LIBERATING CUPS OVERFLOWING (Apropos Of Ancestral Cup And Saucer Ways) It has been said that justice Is getting what you deserve: The gift of grace, given priceless, Flowing from God’s sacred reserve:- Curiously, I asked Papa one day, Why does he drink his coffee from the cup? Always pouring mine into his saucer; And here is what, to me, he...

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What became of the elderly man who habitually lingered outside the pub, a toothpick perpetually perched between his lips? I often pondered the significance of that toothpick—it seemed to serve as a silent emblem, a mysterious token of his unspoken thoughts. As children, we absorb the world around us, processing our myriad experiences as we grow....

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