Best Secession Poems

The old man sighed
Sitting on a rock next to a pond
Crookedly balancing Yin and Yang between his eyelashes
Conversing with the Lady of the pond
Jade eyes and un-wrinkled time
In Her beautiful face
Held in his hands
An old fishing rod

Bamboo
Bends and flexes with the times
It holds and catches...

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Choked by the incense of poetic justice,
I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity.
The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses,
When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers,
Against a twin bomb blast that left separated Limbs of men bleed with acrimony.
Eyes...

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We Are One (Nigeria Remix)

Ever seen an eagle feeding like a vulture?
Dignity trampled on, where corruption is a culture?
Darkness threatens her future, cause of her shapeless structure 
it’s saddening 'cause she’s been richly blessed by Mother Nature
Disunity like a knife tryna cut her apart
Of the...

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After the election,
at least two things will continue without interruption: death and taxation.
After the election,
two kinds of people, the rich and the poor, will remain without interruption.

After the election,
I will continue to pray, to go to church, and keep writing new poems and stories.
After the...

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A civil war flared up and raged on for freedom
Unequal it was, this bloody war for honour and secession
The natives renamed their land Bangladesh
Inviting anew the wrath of a desperate West

The army’s presence then, was overwhelming in their land
 Due to the simmering discontent within...

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1860, is the date we start
Secession in question, this Slavery art
The Blue and the Grey about to differ
This growing giant about to shiver.

April 12th 1861, inevitably the fire of a gun
Fort Sumter in SC
Was the place in question it happened to be
And alls about to...

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Though perspicuous from your tongue, your inurbane words flatter no one.
With their capricious nature you can't see how they alienate your heart from your mind,
yet your transitory thoughts still gravitate toward malignant ideas
which dissipate in rapid secession with each scapegoat that you find.


08/31/16...

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Lonely lyricist lyrics long lasting in lobe.
Pondering while prone. Poor poets prose probe.
Interrupting inception, interactions inflection,
slumber's conception. Somnolence secession.
Many mornings mulling. Careworn. No capableness culling.
Designs dejected day. Dragging dim, dexterity dulling.
Greatest gift grievously giving great grief.
There are those thoughts that rob like a thief.
Writing words...

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We Have Forgotten
By Franklin Price
11/7/2015

We have forgotten what made this nation
The independence declaration
The revolution of our founders
All of this is now what flounders

The Constitution law of the land
The guiding light on which we stand
Contorted twisted adding seasoning
To stir the pot  without much  reasoning

Through...

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BOTTLE DANCE

Across my land, abysses gnaw at automobiles,
From the foot of the mountain, 
To the shores of the oil fountain.
Certificated youths drinking piss to mellow their brains,
Clutching at wheels, dodging bumps into fog lights.
“Stupid, ing dog” curse survivors of amputation “you bastard” 
“Who cares, you...

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My people love marching!
Attending rain dancing parades,
doing a bunch of fire-breathing talking
Little drummer boys and girls
playing foot soldier pretend grown up
Just defending the truth,
those marionette walkers will yell at you
in designer protest fashion
Motion activate the social activism inert solution
They’re the latest vocal pawns
futilely moving on...

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“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands 
Now we murder one another, for the right to shackle two hands

Where were the voices, emancipating your values...

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Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....

I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine

Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?

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....“Terrestrial Journals” *...

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Yesterday the temperature was 111 degrees in my neck of the woods,                                 ...

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Sunday again listening to the blues;
Getting my share; 
Church is in secession;
And to its intentions;
I really couldn’t say;
Things are different every day;
And how much should I care;
That depends on the dues.
     More than half are ghost;
     And...

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