Best Forcibly Poems

Children as young as three years old,
    Killed for not doing as they’re told,
    Forced to forget their culture...

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“Soul Cry”



Yeezy you da best
Not ice cold soulless 
You gotta big heart
Wanna be next U.S. Pres'
You now swingin' with da rest
with your delusional pal 
That...

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What are the soul suckers
 that forcibly cleave to you?
What do they mean to you?
Why do you let them steal from you?
How many more times...

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Falling into the vortex,
there is no escape
You're sucked in,
getting sub-atomically stripped
is your inevitable fate
No more straight line of linear time
No more clearly defined dimensions of...

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The  Fire


For  centuries,  it matchlessly stood
This Nair baron’s mansion made entirely of wood,
Which but carried a curse from  an old woman,...

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Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!

Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of...

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After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!

But...

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Upon revelation’s flight
Under Orion’s focus

I witness a fiery glow towards familiar horizons.

‘Tis no sunrise

It is a striking reality.

My saddened retinas witness monochromatic pitchforks,
Desolated screams,
Embellished declarations...

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I have been away
not in myself however
within my heart

death tracks across my
persona like a gigantic
storm with thunder
and lightening at the forefront

it takes on an almost...

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Do the Dead see with their own eyes

    for Thadchayani, my poetry-loving doctor sister :  28/08/1929 – 26/10/2014 
  ...

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6. Softly she sits upon my knee.
I doze and drift as the radio squeaks
Of sunspots and the honeybee.
The cab wind whistles and creeks.
I sense monstrous,...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales...

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My BROTHERS --the Cherokee ---you may refer to me as cross-breed-- or not.
As an ancestor ----if it’s your aspiration?
My Grandmother----half Cherokee- half Blackfoot----as the old...

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there is a storm deep in me
          skies turn dark within my mind
a raging tsunami begging...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical...

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