Best Goliaths Poems

Ringleted and pink cheeked, the girl child sat,
Upon the bench next to her Da and his cronies.
The Goliaths munched greasy burgers and string fries.
Dirt smudged...

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Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas 
of the world fight 
to win.

Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in...

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Mighty oars to take us away from our shores
Our horsemen marshal their men at arms
The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked 
Our swords we...

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I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this...

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There’s no nut torrid like a sports fan
He wants to see feats not known to man
Watching from his hot seat
While goliaths compete
For the top, the...

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Extraordinaire, he raised the ice.
He told me this when I was a child.
He said he heard his neck pop.
He laughed and said, “That stopped my...

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Were
these
blacksmith,
goliaths-
all eye & no brain...

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Oh! The rivers flow quietly
The wind blown naturedly
Angels toured mvezo Village
Looking for a man
To bring forth, oh! To bring forth
Emancipation to South Africa

Noquphi Nosekeni the...

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He sees me deep through my soul,
His palms mark the lives He toiled for,
No one can be compared to Him,
‘Cause he’s a miracle of His...

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On this road of life
When being glow in thought.
Deep.
Breath in breath

That all is gone without fault.
Deep.
Deeper is life that we all go down the hell
In...

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FELICIA (dedicated to the efforts of all on the HIV/AIDS scourge)

Rapturous ecstasy emanates from the town
Everyone, everywhere spoke of this damsel
She has just newly packed...

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I move my life to marching drums,
carving paths into my bare palms.
You showed me how to play apathy

I've never begged to a silent god more...

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Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake  
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;   
Sip mulberry...

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When I was little my daddy would enter my sister and my bedroom at night
to do things to his little girls that hurt or sometimes...

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i am me
by Ty Ngachira on Saturday, December 31, 2011 at 6:24pm

I am the longshot
I am the one they never so coming
I am the life...

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