Best Colonies Poems

Sunlight rains upon my face
Cascading memories cloaked in mystery
Kissing my eyelids
Ancient teardrops glide down my cheeks
Warmth illuminating my hungry soul

A sense of calm
A pulsating ellipse...

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The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison...

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I've never twitted on Tweeter
nor am I an Instagrammarian
I've searched on Goggle
but cannot find MyFace on the interweb
I ask "how do I find the North...

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A future world rule by Trillionaires and Billionaires
Each country with segments of puppet regime governments,
With exceptions of course,
The drug lords the cartel those with the...

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Fifty stars
and
thirteen stripes
Wavy patriotic mathematician
do the math ... 
Subtraction or addition,
what will the numbers be,
37 or 63?
Slavery took away my parents’ human rights,
and their children’s...

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new nation to craft
founding fathers sought to draft
a declaration of independence
document that made sense

Thomas Jefferson sought to free slaves
but was warned not to make waves
five...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  One Knee 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  September 2017


One Knee

Yes, I kneel down on one knee 
damn...

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I miss so many things: the old pear tree, which once lived by the walk and the bees inside. The bees almost never stung, but...

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The unsung heroes of the open plains
The outlaw bandits like Jesse James 

Cut throat thieves and black jack hustlers 
Green horn Cowboys and long horn...

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Night spills over the day like India ink from a well
bleeding into the deep crevasses of hill and dell
running into clear cold streams once shimmering,...

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What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers

What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts...

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A subtle march hush saddles the valley
whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call
staid water’s brim against ancient galley
once flew the ensign how the mighty fall.
For...

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I've never twitted on Tweeter
                nor am I an Instagrammarian
...

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Herein lies the identity of their enemy
Herein lies the description of the abuses
Herein lies the claims against their tyrant
Herein lies the picture of their fixed...

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BIO MODIFIED - SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN

Southern
Being courteous, sentimental, compassionate, helpful to others 
I love Jesus, Southern Gospel Music, and Family
It is my plan to buy a...

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