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 and mold a boy or girl.

It breaks my heart.

We are tearing the children apart.

We have failed them with our stupidity,...

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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 so radiant, 
so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering along  gravel road
the first beams break through pinewood forest.

The...

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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 too are dead to recall
their once impressive colossi.
Eventually these remains
will meet their final destinies:
to fall-never to rise again-
among forgotten progenies;
yet...

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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 battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.

Not...

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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 pure to the ways of life, my love, don't you remember? 
     Don't you remember my...

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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 speaks to me through marvels of elaborate spider webs 
Through various trees’ dazzling green shades 
Through fascinating designs on butterfly...

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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 castles, riches and dreams.

Knights with shields and armor protect this terrain
No one may enter or leave the valley unknown.
Those who...

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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 sugar atop of Phi Beta Kappa's nose; scholastic
Piranhas aspiring to one day don the coveted dictatorial pitch black robes....
A true...

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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  the flag of their motherland high,
They spread  the indomitable  terror  to others,
They shake the mighty powerhouse,
That...

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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 never a friend of mine: cast amid your manipulating
Riptides this folly an axiom such truth ? Until one day the...

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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 hopes of the Negros grow faint
Buried in the bellies of men in high positions 
Who sit only for their own...

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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 the years, many moments have come to show,
throughout time, my progenies’ tears, they come and they go

throwing life’s rivers into...

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Some children growing up in towns,
    Wear sallow faces, sullen frowns.
    Streetwise urchins, Jack the lads,
    Reminiscent of their dads.
    Guttersnipes roam nine to five,
    Scrounging food banks to survive.
...

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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 seeing a living soul thereabout,
I put money in a caretaker’s wooden box
Hoping he’ll mow the old section clean
Of thistles, and...

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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 the the peaceful people lead to spray the peace like plane,
Her veins of county has no peace's,
As the terror, mounts...

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