Best Hue And Cry Poems

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects...

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Oh kelpie with your dripping mane
seducing valiant men of heart,
who by your spell would all be swain 
and every sense in them, depart.

Why weep you...

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One of Life’s indisputable facts:
Government reserves the right to tax;
And tho’ they waste far more than they should,
It’s supposedly done “for the common good.”

Economists use...

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The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering...

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Underwater where sound
carries much farther
the bustling of fish feeding
awakens the whales 

tis morning above
frigates are moving 
their noise like fright rising
all the sea's creatures
suffer it's...

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So many jobs still to be done…but no one wants to do them
When someone else fills the spot…. the  hue and cry arise
They take...

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Holodomor Genocide 



Native of Ukraine and Soviet Union,
Known once for my independence,
Was pitied tobrutal artificial famine,
Exporting our grain,and leaving us to die,

Declared Kurkul under Stalin's...

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I want to go out in pouring  rain
Take my umbrella for drops to run n drain 

Hear a peacocock raise a hue and cry
Think...

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Dissenters dominate the streets,
	The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
             Just...

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We might
we must
we mightily engage color's radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity's tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby...

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His head lifted, and looking for his brothers, 
He found his mum, sanely able again to relate to him, 
Cold, death-like figure, icy face, warm...

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The truth stood downcast in the lie,
thinking it was better this way;
time would, our feelings, nullify
and let the mem’ry fade away.

Silhouettes hugging on a pier
the...

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Both Jing and Ling
Perfect match of nature
Are walking in Wuhan City,China 
Have hand in hand 
Before the king of death
The Corona Virus attacks on the...

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Tom Mboya, son of Ndiege
From the craggy islands of Rusinga
--the craddle of his progenitors
He sprouts like avens in the loamy knoll
And out to the urbs...

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Victorian Poverty In London.
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Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s  
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green 
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty...

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