Best Immigrate Poems

For My Sister and Brother  Poets

Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a 
sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of 

the confinement of my assigned...

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Let us immigrate like birds
Looking for homeland
You are a woman
But you are not as all women
You are the homeland
You are a woman from among
 Women...

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Goodness gracious me,
How can it be,
The ant leader
Posted that by decree,
I was a traitor,
And he
Would pass punishment
I could foresee
What was in store
Had to sit and...

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“There is no life without death.”

Evolutionary indigenous
Nomads were Mongoloid.
Scavengers were Australoid and Caucasoid. 
Barbarians were Congoid and Negroid.
We became civilized but within, nations were lost.
A...

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The dark cloud lifted to find ourselves on the global stage
In spite of the stage fright, we united into a fist of courage
The arable land...

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Evacuate, immigrate, 
contravene-covenant 
escape, 

encroachment 
foreign attachment 
intrusive? 

"Independent Culture", 

solidify 
political ignorance-political unrest 
cultural arrogance-social injustice, 

 
social engineering? 

terrorism? 
communism? 
weaponsa? 
corruption 
disease...

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More of Horn Horrendous Haiku

new account create
we found success in our fate
and then celebrate

had been incumbent
of entire government
not sure what they meant

while we had been...

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Some like to say “give up the ghost”, 
To mean forever abandoning your post. 

The rowdy ones prefer to kick the bucket, 
Though that would...

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To find out how we did arrive
At where we are today,
Review the past, keep it alive,
The truth will come your way.

The immigration laws of old
Were...

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Rhythm created on water tends to kill 
Images of trees and sky reflected in lake 
Still water but, not any more still 
At least not...

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We all are alone 

The hardest time that I remeber
was lonliness and fear to bear
if Child or Teen or Adultman
the pain was hard to care..

Then...

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The Failed Revolution 


In my childhood`s town, there was on top of a five-story building a neon sign “Jesus Saves,” I asked the mother what...

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He begins
commenting on Chuang-tse
who was commenting on Laotse's
"Exalt not the wise
So that the people shall not scheme [win v lose]
and contend [in partisan debate];"

Wait, am...

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A Farmer’s Plight
The field is ready
The work is done
Toiling in the soil
Under the sun.
 We wait now for the monsoon rain
To end our hunger and...

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The pastel shade of blue
that comes with summer,
Scratched with white for effect.
The scorching face that shines down
reclaiming its power within season.
It cooks the earth and...

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