Best Progenies Poems

Children At Risk







Every time I hear a child has been neglected 

and vastly un protected.

Parents and caretakers have the most important

job of the world,

To raise...

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The morning sun hovers coyly
behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain
before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice.
Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one...

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The sun-bleached exoskeletons 
of old dead trees stand like sentries
along the towpath riverfront
exfoliated and gangling.
In a former age they stood tall,
grandiose to all passerby’s
but they...

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Threshold(s) Hail thee

The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.

The many...

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Summer speaks to me by waking me up early
Playing tunes of beautiful song bird melodies
Blowing cool breezes in early mornings
Creating chimes of rustling tree leaves

She...

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Don't you remember the summer when we first woo each other, and, that same summer we made out?
     We were so...

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Wrinkled grasses greet me with cumbersome smiles;
Then the semblance of sheds with rays of light whipping the rooftops,
Marauding dogs barking at the dust wreathing from...

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Yellow, red, blue, orange, magenta, purple, and green
are the colors of a perfect rainbow.
These hues flicker like a beautiful bow.
Yes, this is the valley of...

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You want them to be as yourself, morally depraved ever reaching 
Towards the darkness; to further these covert, self-serving agendas ?
Sprinkling a bit of powdered...

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Kenya A Hotbed Of Awes

Hahaha! Hahaha!
Do not get me wrong!
As they crave  for the savoury outdoor success,
As they are mounted and motivated to hoist...

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Thinking back, unto the movie 'Lifeguard; it's waning empty shores ?
Summer's coming then going, another year gone by: gazing across her waters
Gray skies you were...

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The Call To Justice
When the days turn sourer
And the month turns dark
With the years flinging to return no more
Only the lonely already will thrive.

When the...

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Momma lies in the old, old cemetery --
[A space] and then her third grandchild
Stillborn after long, disappointing labor.
Now largely neglected, I go when I can
Seldom...

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AS THE COUNTRY CRIES

They calmly catches the cold from county,
Her calamitous cries crept to champion the country,
Her progenies cheers to cause pain for the plain,
And...

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Karma

That is life

Times have informed me, “ you will reap what you sow ”.
Times passing – these words, deep – I have come to know.

Throughout...

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