Best Migrated Poems

Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated 
to the suburbs. 

If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to matriculate to paradise..
Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms
festooned in...

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For long I have been an aimless vagabond
I strayed far, the world being enormously wide.
Traveling to lands foreign, I searched my fortune.
At the end, fed up with all that was alien,
And wishing to withdraw from the world’s bewildering stress,
Decided to set out in search of...

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A lonesome coyote howled deep in the wood
And a MOST unwise owl somehow misunderstood
Oh, alas and alack!
She rashly hooted back
(And she hooted as hard as she possibly could)

"Who the heck heeds my howl, for god's merciful sake?
Could this perhaps be my potential life mate?"
..."Give a...

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We are all essentially African. That's where humanity first took birth.
Some then left Africa to populate every land mass on planet earth.
Those of us who remained in equatorial Africa kept our very dark protective skin.
It served as a natural sun block, 
preventing harmful ultra violet...

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Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name	'New Beginnings

20 thousand and more years, then,
 We came away from Mars,
Gravity ships with field deflection,
Electromagnetic with the stars.

Come we then amongst the humans,
Tiny short and feeble be,
We were 8 feet tall, us true men,
They might make just 5 foot 3.

Sent...

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Witty darkness spread her arms
talking in colored tongues
she opened her blanket wide
and covered everyone
warm, cool, calm, soothing
what a great feeling!

Her breath was life
even where light migrated
promises were prophetic
even if she was no prophet
deeds full of kindness
even if she was not an angel

But wind blew without...

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In October, I feel a nip in the air,
that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke;
as gilded leaves start falling from the trees.
Overhead, a gaggle of honking geese
are fleeing Winter's approach; 
joining the songbirds that have migrated south. 
The leaves are painted in thick, bold...

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"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet

Flitting through the pages of an old album,
Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, 
I saw a discolored family photo-
All of us posing in front of our...

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If I should breathe the last breath would you come and choke me to death? If I should climb to the top of the tree would you come and rescue me? My bones and muscles are speaking to me and courage is resting on my...

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Jefferson Randolph 'Soapy' Smith was the wiliest scoundrel in the west!
He was invited to leave numerous towns since he wasn't a welcome guest!
He swindled gullible dudes throughout the west endin' up in Colorado,
Where he earned the sobriquet 'Soapy' and where he found his El Dorado!

He'd...

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Godwin Adizue Ibeh 
(1937-2017)


Mr. Godwin Adizue Ibeh
Aged 79 years
Was and is 
My beloved, doting father
“Is” because he remains
Spiritually present 
Present 
In my memory
Present 
In pictures and mementos 
Present 
In my dreams, smiles and tears 
Present 
In my prayers and imagination
His spirit 
Hovers in the air
Above me like a hummingbird
His presence felt 
At the mere mention 
Of...

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GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into its surface had captured my imagination as they had so...

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Different worlds and different races

Sometime many years ago, a catastrophe began
wiping out most civilized, the ones that we call man
Cities were abandoned, inhabitants left the earth
trying hard to save their clans and start a new rebirth

Thousands not so fortunate, the earth had sealed their fate
no...

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Winter has blemished my skin 
leaving deep wounds inside 
there is still no sign of spring
but joy was overflowing within.

I took an afternoon stroll along a quite path 
searching desperately for a new start
the sun was shining, hope was riding
but it didn't feel like spring....

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I just came to see,
What was left, but there was nothing for me…to enjoy,
But the only cry of the old, nostalgic memories,
And bless once upon a time my dear companions,
Dead? Migrated? Rebelled? Flipped or changed town,
Hence after a while, I decided to return back, to...

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