Best Martin Poems

it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the game
we had great leaders 
john, robert, martin...

the planet was singing 
with the purity of a four year old
...
The ants go...

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His parents' worst nightmare that left them disheartened
is the sad tragic tale of Dennis Lloyd Martin

On a family outing at Cades Cove park
Dennis, his brother and some friends on a lark

Playing hide and go seek as they always had
well within sight of their grandpa and...

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Words would fail me if I might assay
To articulate the courage of this man.
The numerous facets of his dossier
Are subject for song in a distant land.
Awakened in youth from serene dreams
By the melodious blast of Israel’s horn.
Tall standing received earth’s esteems,
Accepting God’s charge wherefore he...

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Daddy somebody shot that man
I heard this eleven year old say
I didn't really understand at the time
I just knew a man was dead

But with the years that followed
I came to learn how much he meant
To this world in its great need
And how well that time...

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Why can’t we be judged by the content of our character?
Are we now racist, because of white privilege and black lives matter?
This is our new wall, racism is still dividing,
these two profound statements are creating bitter chatter.

Dr. King lost his life because of his dream...

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Come back Martin, come back.
If there is any way please come back, quickly.
We need your words of Utopia,
your powerful metaphors of brotherhood.

Freedom is not the object.
Everyone is free, too free,
free to do as they please
even if it means, take a life.

People die every day in...

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From the grounds of the south during the sweltering summer 
of Negros in America*, came white violence and murder.  The 
suppression and degradation of decades.  Americans treated
as less then a dog because they were not of a certain color. 
For a country founded...

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We flip through one hundred and eighteen glossy pages of magazine people.
None we know.
Wait!  Was that Dean Martin?
A throwback to the 60’s.
False alarm.  
One more page of people we do not know.
Why do we take these magazines?  We ask each other.
We do...

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Man has lived a hard life
While trying to live free
Voting and living in fine
Houses never intended to be
Somehow treated badly while 
Others took away their families
Rosa Parks wanted her rights
In Montgomery Alabama

God knew the struggle that 
Man always endured in life
Beating half to death
And crying...

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Born to lead; born to inspire 
Words he spoke proven true
Of steadfast mind he did aspire 
Burdens cast held like glue           

Humble of spirit; plead his cause  
Violence and hate; he abhorred
Though scorned by...

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Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary 
he spoke against racial injustice.

This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.

He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up...

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When the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., said “I have a dream,” we all nodded and shouted sharing our feelings because his dream was the same as all those who lived under oppression. When he appealed to our nation, “We cannot walk alone,” many...

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" A Drum Major - Martin Luther King, Jr. ... "

( Rom. 13: 7 / Joel 2: 28 )


A Man Stood Up For Courage
In A Time, Others Condoned Evil
A Man Stood Up For Honor
In A Nation's Long-Hidden Upheaval

At A White House, On A Hill
With A...

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Two lifetimes I have seen since yours began
and still I am not free, though haunted by
your words, blood-coated with your passion, 
seeped into a history of marching feet.
The cadence of the years still cannot stand
their purity, and you, baton still high,
drum major for a righteousness...

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Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can, 
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C., 
so I can send an important letter to Jacque Kennedy.

The letter will tell her about her newest son,...

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