Best Emigrants Poems

Dorry's Ridge
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We accept the GREAT Grace of Jesus, works of pure love
So we get eternity and so much else

Does it mean we defend those who steal and hurt others
again and again and again and again (only westerners)

When we suspect Syria used chemical weapons, we do not...

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Having the luck of being born into the claws of poverty
Our strength and power cannot carry us to freedom, why?
For like stagnant waters we lay still unwillingly
Knowing that our fate lies in the hands of God.
Every day we sleep with hunger and wake with anger,
And...

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The color of its wing is the sign
of freedom. Flew in the paradise
with other emigrants, in my long
reflection the wild pretty swan.
It was a captive for the bad hunters.
Its wing was bloody, it hurt by an
arrow, the sad broken wing. Groaning
of the pain, it fell...

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An old man walks the cobbled streets
Of a city he helped create
When he had walked on younger feet
Back so proud and straight
The bog’s of Ireland he left behind
To search for a better life
In a foreign city’s numbing grind
With mind erasing strife

Loneliness ate his homesick heart
And...

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Drizzled light on stone temple
Irridiscent fetters on the mind
Anthem and prayers feigned humble
Milking memory of the blind
Origin has more truth that cutting knife
Narcism is a self inflated dungeon
Dismantling dreams for the empire's strife

Jingle you the joy of labor hard in us
Uttered platitudes did not stunch...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a water trade route that flows west to the Pacific seas.
Louis and Clark, embarked, sparked, as told in fabled stories.
They recorded...

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Straight-lined radiance
spiraling gravity's view
Gravity pulls
in search of gratitude,
requited.

Radiance flies toward Exterior Light,
Gravity dances with Interior Night,
A flight of fancy dance.

Radiant birth reaches tender tendrils
toward touch of bright.
Rich embedded birth searches below
with slender stealth
toward Other,
where We become more than One.

Born again in perpetual orgasmic grasp
And release...

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Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.

Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.

Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale,...

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With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow
   I often ponder the precise circumstances
   that any thing 2 be born this way
   as a poker face
Tracing back lineage of self or
   arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow
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I venture on a falling tide,
my little ship the current rides
down river to the open sea,
from Carrick Roads first to be free.

Anthony Head I hoist the sails
and now the boat leans to its rail
as winds hand grips and gives it course
in the uncertain land-breeze force.

Swiftly...

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America:
Does the Light Still Shine?

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    "Freedom of speech,
     Freedom to worship,
     Freedom from want,
     Freedom...

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For happier me,
to healthier me,
with hotness We,
informing relationships 
emerge EarthBound sacred
co-invested communions
inter-religiously sacramental.

I do not insist
you share this integral worldview.

Yet, I do recommend
invite
exhort
prophesy
endorse
urgently proclaim
this holistic way,
trusted truth,
and loving life
merging past healthy resonance
toward future wealthy resilience

More clearly EarthTribe's land
of happiness and prosperity
when compared
to secularizing divisions,
perpetual debate
about...

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Now Paris
Is washing its eyes 
With August rain
Paris is now 
A woman
A Babylonian bride
Her wedding
Is set on Christmas
I hair trills in Paris
And emigrants cheering
And applauding
To welcome 
These eyes of marble
This your day woman
You will hug
Another man
A Parisian
Black-feet
Who does not respect
The rain

In my little house
There are...

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I know a man who would be King,
Who, born a fool, wants everything;
When bankrupt, saved by Daddy's dimes!
His penchant, now commit high crimes
And misdemeanors too it seems;
He slithers slowly toward his dreams!
Who cares what constitution says,
He rapes traditions like Cortez.

Accuses 'betters' of his sins,
Has sex...

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