Attica Poems - Poems about Attica

...Serpico limit tree eye a passing passerby with tulips that fly into the eye we shall see burning with fire a gun for hire Serpico as Al Pacino go with the flow came out years ago carry ......Read the rest...

...Of the orb I speak in awe Of the Moon with its slender claw Finite in size, elysian in presence, there to watch Crop the doubt, step up a notch As is he - facile princeps - a sublunary prince, D......Read the rest...

... From sea to shining sea, ‘Merica ain’t never been nothin’ but a prison for angry black boys like me Childish rage moved my hands, hateful oppression reaction expression made me fee......Read the rest...

...The soul is dead in passing The spirit lost its belonging Running out of Ancestors peripherals Last breath of thee, a gasp Trees are throwing out branches Thinking of a single brain Diam......Read the rest...

...A Man Now that im older I catch myself reflecting on the things I do, my father use to do when he’s stressing; once he bit his lip and his eyes twitched,then you were in ****, I saw him shoot the ......Read the rest...

...The raptors, the vultures, the scavengers, They circle the sky in search of meat. The carcasses of the fatalities of plague Lay outstretched on the hills of Attica. Those that chose not to abstai......Read the rest...

...Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's ......Read the rest...

...Lying in an augur's aviary.. Reneging on my virtues,so credulous.. The feying fay being taken to bury, I see things called ambigous. Slowly fading odour of scantity.. In Attica, end of aug......Read the rest...

...Oh, Parthenon,* Sublime aesthetic structure, Embodiment of unparalleled elegance, Incarnation of history, philosophy, and sciences, Everlasting beacon of human civilization, Glorification of a......Read the rest...

...Hello darkness, my old friend Just when my heart is on the mend I realize I’ve built walls And no one listens to my calls When times get rough And friends just can’t be found Walls close......Read the rest...

...Mother England surrogated me And O her white breast was sweet Honey on my tongue muting misery While banana trash tied my feet She stripped me naked in her bed No culture clothe me from winter......Read the rest...

...Up until I found That love card.. not meant for me... That was the moment... I began to see... 16 years of marriage, and I never got a card, Now one I stumbled upon Hidden below some clothes ......Read the rest...