Barak Poems - Poems about Barak

Barrack Obama Full American

I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming returnee 
Than an ever groping escapee:
Better Kenya’s social leper
Than an American on paper

And heard have I of his unique white

Categories: barak, analogy, celebration, celebrity, character,
Form: Rhyme

Barak Shabach -Bow Down Proclaim Loud Adorations-

Oh, Lord 
I am all yours 
All yours 
Yes all yours 
it's all up to you that 
I'm freely, freely choose 
To be just all yours, all yours 
Barak Shàbach 
I bow down 
To you O Lord
And loud adoration I proclaim 
h a l a l 
A celebrate and dance 
h a l a l
O

Categories: barak, appreciation, deep, devotion, song,
Form: Lyric

Barak Means Lightning

B   arak means a stroke of lightning
A   nd Mr. Obama lit the electorate on fire
R   epublicans dimmed his initial flash
A   lthough he parleyed it into quite a stash
K   ennedy's Cape Cod Compound he'll next acquire

Categories: barak, fire, meaningful, money,
Form: Acrostic

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Barak Towdah- -

 BARAK TOWDAH- -

Oh, Father I bow down to you;
Heavenly Father I worship true;
And I will do just your will is do;
Barak I’ll bow down
Towdah to give thanks

My God, My God  surrender it all I do
My God I surrender it all to you
I will be true, I’ll turn around just for you
Redeem me O

Categories: barak, appreciation, devotion, song,
Form: Lyric

Dear Barak Obama

Dear Mr. Barack Obama;  

Im not writing this for any political drama I just want to remind you of a word called Karma and how right could never wrong nobody. I know you don’t know me but I am the voice of a city that’s dying, I’m the tear of a mother that’s crying

Categories: barak, black african american, change,
Form: Lyric

I Walked Toward the River Barak

I walked toward the river Barak one evening's golden misty haze
My raw heart was aching a bee in spiderstrings' coiled image
The scent of fresh watercress did sink in drops of setting sun 
I battered my doubts and cruised my blues on landscape's woozy auburn
	
I saw the strings of scatterbrains on the waves of space and

Categories: barak, angst, earth, history, identity,
Form: Rhyme

Deborah and Barak

There was at one time a woman judge named Deborah.
She lived in the high land between Bethel and Ramah.
This wife of Lappidoth held court under some great palms.
Ephraim was the place where she would settle many qualms.
Deborah proved to be a prophetess of God’s word.
The Lord’s voice was what through her sounds the people had

Categories: barak, religionpeople, wife, men, people,
Form: Rhyme