Best Sited Poems

"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" - Charles Messina  


The sun thaws in a kaleidoscope of hues,
of crimson, yellow, and blue flows.
As the sun slumps into direct view,
Sited off the coast, back to repose

Sparkling shades pervade the sky,
tributes...

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Never Quit

Can you put together and combine each one?
Then when completed and are finally done
Many ideas in your mind caused much traffic
And soon became a poem which was a classic.

Hurdles and obstacles were to avoid and climb
While other subjects truly seemed so sublime
And another poem...

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The CRY OF A KENYAN. 
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation. 
And here's my plead. 

Am lost within a nation
No name no...

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Technology is matter built to mind our fusions and confessions of relaxation, tie up the man who believe not what you believe, and praises those like you, and pay homage to the one who makes you believe
Name the shame and project it in reason, seasoning...

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sited down with his head, the chilled lonely table.
pen cries lovely piece of solemn lyrics, his head uttered.
last sky may be till tomorrow, no more other days.
I saw tears fell among dusty floor, a nail stroke my heart.

farewell dearly beloved, his first solemn phrase.
he dream...

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I kneel my knees to please the Above
Dying to eat every word from the hope
Went to the prominent land with great gurus
Sitting on the hot seat, listening to them

Time came for judgement holding the swords of my fear
First battle got victory but it wasn't remain...

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A mercenary 
Of dreams 
A master 
Of schemes
Good with a pen
And I run with feigns 
I wont have to pay to get you hit
They'll do it for free
But that's my thing 
So don't try to copy my style 
Cause believe me 
I can write a...

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United in isolated collectivity,
Standing erect for reflective solidarity,
Sited to enable individuality,
Symbolising the dead, the loss in totality.

So many damaged people, with so much to remind,
There are tear-laden memories for those left behind.
A tangible grief can still be heard in their voices,
Faltering as they speak out...

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I snowed love
   In Moscow
I showed love
   In Warsaw

I kissed love
   In Paris
I romanced love
   In Rome

I showered love
   In London
I lived love
  In Sweden

I sited love 
   In Dubai
I tasted love
...

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Beat the drum of the gods (dope chant)
curse rolls all over the land,
Evil prophets of distruction 
Every where
With their words of deceit 
Manipulating the weak
Evil spirits invoke
on every coners of the world
All the people celebrating to nothing
busy drinking and sexing
Satanic style all over places
On planet...

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WE WORN A RACE

Sited around the fading fire
With broken wills and glowing shame
They walk the  darkness
Burden with stiffened hopes 
They trudge ahead 
With a shorten vision
They soon lost the sun
With no dazzling rays 
And no mingling heat
They settled in a long struggle
Amidst so much...

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We could speak together,
Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids
and young adults acting like kids,
apparently regardless of income or race;
perhaps not of enculturation.

Feeling claustrophobic,
anxious about an unpromising competitive future,
drowning in inch-deep and narrow boxed-in mentoring relationships,
without broad therapeutic merit, or even deep intent;
these are commonly...

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I am writing this as vivid as a candlelight dancing in the dark ~
Portraying shadows of my greatest regrets.
There’s a battle going on around the world ~
Even as the sunrise enters and shines inside these walls ~
And through the nights, stars frolicking like ladybugs dancing...

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                     " come fluttering words, come drifting words...

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Bago bago…
Sounded the drums at the village square,
This time not for a mere elderly meeting nor was it for a village gathering.
Neither was it for a warrior’s announcement.

So I dash into the hut,
Alerting grand-pa,
 Who was sited by the fire side sniffing snuff

Child; he childed
The...

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