Auction Block Poems - Poems about Auction Block

...Indeed, the truth will always be self-evident and beyond all lies; Though they laid down the 5th to ensure deniability of evident charges, Over the trials of history—his-story—true crime ......

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...TODAY’S LESSON… Shakespeare staged the world; the auction block a memic— Othello, its prize:- Truth is always deep; revealing reality— liberating minds:- Truth’s love never lies......

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...The air smells different now cleaner, somehow. Like a breath I’ve never taken before. June, 1865, a warm wind brushes against my skin, and I stand taller than I ever thought I could. No more th......

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... In the auction of damnation They sell souls of the damned, Those who plummet from the summit On the auction block will land. If hell is where you’re heading Prepare for being bought, But if......

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...Within the frame a sepia scene a dusty porch a rickety chair the fabric of your dusky face creased with ceaseless sunbaked woes your old pair of getaway feet gives a different walk of life......

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...Dropped anchor off the Fever Coast ‘board a rake-masted schooner Spooked by Ahab’s ghost. Lamps glowered through the yawning blanks Casting bone-twisted shadows Over teakwood planks. Salt bi......

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...This is the home of the heartless Corporate concrete Where you become captive To the same things you thought set you free Where solutions to society's problems Don't correct anything Class ......

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...What happens when rotten strange fruit… Hanging from trees of auction block wood Become stinking pieces of black flesh… Dried blood putrefying in murderous streets…? When crystallized tears......

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...We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it. Yet more grisly deeds yellow in archives waiting to be resuscitated and refined. Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber, takes a gander, de......

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...Figurines Lace up your shoes Wear your black hoodie And your Timberland’s, too You’ll never know what ‘ll happen to you Or where you’ll end up On your way home Your ancestors have wal......

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... I’m the son of a slave, living in ancient Greece of modern day I was born in a city-state: Detroit, South Carolina Iron oar delivery through the transactional Middle Passage way ......

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...This train is coming down the main This train is rocking my brain This train is the overcrowded train This train is washing in the rain This train is the messy train This train is filled with pa......

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...(Apropos of Hughes’s Proverbial Question) What happens when rotten strange fruit… Hanging from trees of auction block wood Become stinking pieces of black flesh…dried blood Putrefying in murder......

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... The powers that be love keeping vital things hidden from view, necessary things we need to know Survival is up for sell on the lottery auction block But the bids are rigged Who should ......

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...This whip is a relic of war an instrument of severe education, come now Avia, look how lovely and vulgar, it is essential for you to appreciate it's intention, feel it's supple weight, the simpl......

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