Best Self Rule Poems

A right to free movement

A right to live

Where we want

Should be our perogative

We should not feel that we can not roam

Or decide to set down new roots

Or to find a new home.

Borders are a man made concept

Nothing to with nature or creations set up

They were...

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These darts of love fly from our eyes
Adrip with passion's poisons clear and sweet,
Our aim that of another heart's defeat,
Its mute enslavement to our sighs.

Love blasts holes of unexpected size
In our defense; no wall will be respected.
The briarbarbed fence of self-content
Is breached, and trampled, with...

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The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A  shy  orchestration sans bark and bite
Afloat in  the...

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Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.

Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.

Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and...

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Independence

In search of freedom, many braved the high seas, 
Needing to flee the chains of their home countries.
Desiring a fresh start in a far-off land;
Educating their children to understand.
Plymouth, Jamestown, Hampton, and other such sites;
Enduring hardships, attacks, and other fights.
Now viewing self-rule, like Paine, as...

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Independence sought freedom's key
Nonetheless freedom was not free.
Demanding equal voice and rights
Equality was met with fights.
People paid for it with their lives
Ensuring liberty survives.
Neighbors committed to self-rule
Denounced foreign reign as cruel.
Each tax was a knife to their throat
No subject had the right to vote.
Courage, followed...

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Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city
Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey
The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic'
Many say on departing "one day I'll be back".

Molly Malone can be seen, with her wheelbarrow
In busy Grafton street that's so bustling and narrow
The silvery...

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Hidden within the deep recesses of the dark green forest.
Hidden from the world, cocooned within the tall green grass.
Hidden in the yellow summer sun amongst the moss.
Hidden from humanity.

Immersed deep within the sea of my soul.
Within my dark shadowy existence.
In this forlorn time of skyscrapers,...

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There is stupid in your tone...
your voice outside alone...

...For your words speak without
experience...

...Your stupid lacks great depth...

...The wise understand with little 
surprise...

...You encounter conversation...
your eyes meet with no conviction...
self demise...

...We know what and how you say it...
with descriptives you delay this...

...regurgitated information cries...

...Just recalling without...

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When you tell little ones, "Stop taking all the toys,"
then you don't watch to see if they obey~~
when you instruct your school-age girls and boys,
"Stop now. Do chores and homework before you play
more games and talk to your friends," but you never
check to see what...

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On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears. 

I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the whispered words of terrorists, 
guttural phrases taunted as political incorrectness,...

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Asked about the thoughts on the spiritual

I said I can’t tell you it’s individual,

Self determination and self rule

Are the key aspects to being spiritual,

Finding your own way seeing what fits

Remembering to question everything,

Open up the mind in an awakening

Discovering conscious reality thtrough the illusory.

Spirituality to...

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Created brink of poverty's rule
a Eucharistic pool of drool
abomination from a fool
incriminating from self rule!

Discover Faith, the sainthood's tool
and rediscover self, God's yule
no celebration need extend
or bow to legacy's pretend!

A soul's conflict with space extend
and so decipher, what we've been,
to belly up, we miss the...

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Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool,
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.

Ego controls thoughts, so we’re ill-advised,
Body hormones rule, our instincts cruel,
Bemused by illusions, fleeting goals prized,
Earth life, a hard school, dark...

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A Pretty little Lark, my Darling was,
Who cheered each one she met -- humble intent!
Whose Way was Love, her Harmony, unbent
By any Path, Belief, Doctrine or Cause

She stilled my heart, the lovely little bird,
By singing children’s songs, and Sunday School
She taught, to bring tykes discipline,...

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