Best Birthright Poems

morning sun, a newborn babe,
exhales her first breath each dawn in mist 
daybreak’s kiss
straddles the North Carolina and Tennessee line
Cherokee Nation’s last reservation
remains within a hazy, vaporous veil

nearly two centuries crept past
since 14,000 ill and hungry Cherokees
trekked the Trail of Tears
moving westward wearily
to sparse lands...

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Just flip a coin
And you'll enjoy
A newborn, bouncing baby boy.

Just flip a coin
And find a pearl
A newborn, bouncing baby girl.

Both born co-equal at the start -
Co-equal with a heart, a mind,
Yet differ as their lives unwind.

Yes, down the lengthy road of life
Through messages for roles...

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Esau birthright was
Sold for a bowl of porridge,
Grasp of conflict pass.
...

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I took what was handed to me and I always held it dear.
No way to rest or ease my mind=
This burden was given oh so freely to me;
As if I would find some solace there.
So let us meet now at the end of these sands
And...

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Our birthright is to clearly see
What God reveals and speaks of thee
In spirit's realm, we must engage
Before things manifest on life's stage
To this majestic force we yield
Our worldly discourse now revealed
With Christ, we rise to heavenly places
And embrace a life of new graces
A resurrected lifestyle...

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"Push! Push! You're almost there!"

And it hurts like nothing has hurt before. 

Glitter agony of tendons strained. 

Muscles whip-cracked. 

Sinews twisted fuse-wire snakes.

Spit-lash forked tongues.

Lick with fire the ovoid belly.

In starburst viscera and uterine fluid. 

Burning.

"He's here!"

Blue-streaked with plasma, amniotic. 

Projectile split of membrane, tissue...

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They say opportunity comes with birth
I do believe it's true, 
However, human inspiration is never just for the few
Man makes his own luck, I've heard it said
Spoken with privilege from ones homestead 
Catchment areas are all the rage
Step up from the influence of those in...

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This secret power
which was entrusted to me,
transformed the dullest days
into magnificent brilliance;
I can't let life's promising dreams
be wasted or be ignored by me...
because they will glow and then shine
at a time when all seems
to be rapidly going down:
to reaveal their true purpose
when they open this...

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Time waxes poetic
on a distant battlefield

The warrior a sage
—whose blood we all share

(Dreamsleep: September. 2022)...

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Before you are no more
pass on something of meaning
to a stranger
some obscure legacy
you have owned for at least a year
for it has to have
the touch of you upon it.

Nothing engraved
nothing jagged with cutting edges;
a trinket, a small keepsake
a solid wind-honed something
that once was hand-made
on nature's...

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The thin steel blade glistens in the moonlight.
I see as it rises from the lake, and
Then I suddenly awake.
My eyes focus then I see the red glaring light.
Every night, the same dream,
When I awake, all I feel is the regime.
I remember nothing,
Then one morning I...

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In the realm of freedom, we find our voice,
Autonomy, our right, our ultimate choice.

Independence, the key to unlock our chains,
Liberty, our birthright, in our veins it remains.

Self-determination, the power to lead our way,
Self-governance, our duty, come what may.

Sovereignty, our kingdom, our land to defend,
Our rights...

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A proprietary hold on God,
religion does proclaim

Defining what we know inside
our souls will they reclaim

The Cross or Torah, Buddhist lore
each ritual decries

What can’t be owned or scripted pure
through centuries of lies

Divinity a birthright deigned
for those who search to find

What God embeds in every soul
—that structure...

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His birthright for a bowl of stew;
He didn’t count the cost.
His hunger got the best of him;
He came, Esau, he lost.
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Brushed cheeks blushing 
from the red of many suns
released to plucking fingers 
from the garden 
of sustaining gifts: 
tomatoes: green, gold, or red.
Saved beyond the reach of frost, 
tenderly fed and tended 
by the sun of summers’ passing.

a shared flesh, rejoicing 
in the bearing of...

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