Best Ferguson Poems

It's a place I know, 
my feet familiar 
with each timber plank
that deck the way, 
the smooth ones 
and the ones buckled 
and raised ready
to...

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Oh Ferguson.
Simply kindling for a bonfire
blackened white smoke
hate marinating into flame
hope dining on what remains
what happened to your soul
what happened to your soul
hope dining on...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem:  Ferguson 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


America,

Hands Up
Don't Shoot!

Young
 black males
are dying,

faster than
seconds
on a
clock,

and
nothing is done

Just
another
young brother
GONE -

They killed Pac, 
In Vegas
nothing was done

They killed Biggie
In...

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Curfew
.  . Won't do!...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among...

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They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love
on Ferguson, and bitchy women's  rooms; and rednecks' 
shooting range was next, the blooded boxing...

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Spirits Will Uplift

When can this finally be a wake up call?
So start to stand up before we finally fall
And bring everyone back together again
With many...

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Mike Browns Body

There was a young man named Brown
Who walked to the store downtown.
He never made it home,
Now an outline in a chalk zone .
Where...

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Camouflage
© Ben Burton 12-01-2014

A leopard cannot change his spots
Nor would he if he could
They offer him some camouflage
When lurking in the wood

Van Winkle would not...

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Spelling a thing of the past,
Thank-you cards will disappear,
Cursive writing will be lost, 
No more postal mail.

Phone conversations are gone,
All temples of worship close,
Libraries lock...

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There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!

Now this lady named...

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Shalom

Date: Sat, Nov 7 2015 at 11:47 PM

All alone on this "Path"
But God with on my "Wrath"
Do the "Math"
This the Future of my "Past"
Blast from...

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In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker...

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Copyright © 2014 
08..13.2014 

What will tomorrow bring 
  current crisis must be a dream.

ISIS gaining desert steam 
  like a locomotive they...

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The old red barn, standing mute for years,
still sporting the squeaky weather vane.

Its paint long cracked and peeling, 
now all but disappeared.

Six generations of father,...

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