Best Martin Luther King 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...

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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...

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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...

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Daughter  of Mary and  Louis
(Named after my late grandmother ) 

My name is  Charmaine
a name originated from latin
Charmaine means -a song

Eldest of...

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Martin Luther King junior was the inspiration
For the Northern Ireland, Civil Rights association
Protests were held and they marched peacefully
The unionist majority tried to stop them...

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St. Milt’s Grand Opening today
Come and celebrate with us
On Martin Luther King Day
Worldwide choirs and gospel music
Singing MLK’s best loved hymns
Mahalia Jackson, Nina Simon 
It’s...

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I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I...

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The lady was brave as she could be
And she went down in history
As one who stood up for her race
The whites said she should know...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  One Knee 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  September 2017


One Knee

Yes, I kneel down on one knee 
damn...

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There will come a time
                    ...

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Remember me like the holocaust 
Many die without having the chance to live
Millions of them without a funeral
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets

Remember...

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Hard To Recognize
America's face, battered ...
Freedom's image, shattered.



Feeding Frenzy Fodder
Foundations of Democracy,
Shredded with hypocrisy.



Party Over People
Lady Liberty's fears,
Weeping rusty tears.



Truth Will Out
Veracity's tempest blows ...
Treachery's...

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I don’t need to be a farmer 
To know life is hard work and sacrifice
I don’t need to be Gandhi 
To know peace is the...

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She'd entered my dwelling, my stalker a complete fatal attraction, mimicking my every move, simply distraught I was ,who could this intruder be, ripping pages...

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Through the eyes of one born in 1952:

1950’s TV craze
Muscle cars, blue jeans
Poodle skirts, class ring exchanges
Simple time, grandparents involved.
Girls want to be pretty, men...

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