Best Spokesperson Poems

To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?

No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look...

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A FOREIGNER ASKED THIS QUESTION OF ME
“WHERE CAN I IN U.S. FIND SOLDIER TO SEE?”
HIS ENGLISH WAS BROKEN, BUT CLEARLY RECEIVED
YET, HOW COULD I BEST EXPLAIN WHAT I BELIEVED
THE ANSWER I GAVE TO THIS QUESTIONABLE TASK
SURPRISED HIM ACCORDING TO WHAT HE HAD ASKED
I SAID, “AN...

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One morning early a Dad and his son Tom went for a walk in the country, they journeyed
through the still mist looking for flowers for the boy's Mom, but they did not see many.
Just then the foggy air began to thin as the sun climbed...

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Dear Jonathan you seem more refined than most
Were you appointed spokesperson to fill a post
I'm the Canadian equivalent
I'm really quite magnifient
When it comes to public speaking I can't help but boast

Well don't be shy you should blow your own trumpet
Need to show these guys we...

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Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his poison pen ready to use
He says black folks got nothing going for ‘em,
so what have they got to lose
He’s gonna...

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L'Assimilation – Non! Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Assimilation – No !” by T. Wignesan

Born Kathleen Jean Mary RUSKA on November 3, 1920, in the North Stradbroke Island, off Queensland, she was deemed as an aboriginal (poor whites too were subject to the same fate) -...

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hillary hillary hillary
who sobbed her way in cafés 
all along the campaign trail
who now sits beside her prime opponent
as spokesperson-talking-head-puppet o’ the empire,
telling us all for the
489,675,788,899 th time
that the possibility of Iran
being blown off the face of this earth
is still “on the table”
because we...

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In the beginning 
All I ever wanted to do is talk it over 
But constantly getting the cold shoulder 
Causes cold hopes
You made me feel like nothing inside 
And egg with no yoke
You can't be mad forever 
Eventually it'll all come spilling out
I just wanted...

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Unshackle my verse: The People V. Poetry

The judge says, 
“Will the defendant please rise”
Intently, I stare into his eyes, 
was once the apple, but now despised. 

“Poetry, you have been charged with multiple counts of loitering in minds, 
Assault with a deadly weapon penning words...

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Jali, jeli
African historian
You’re a storyteller;
Praise singer;griot

Griot, jali, jeli
You’re a storyteller;
Singing, telling your tales;
Words songs in harmony wails;
Poet or musician;
Oral repository tradition;
Seen often as leader;
Advisor to royal personages;
Kings and Queens

Jali, jeli
African historian
You’re a storyteller;
Praise singer;

Sometimes called a bard;
Lyrics and words taking charge;
Peoples of West Africa;
Captured into...

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One minute bought to make an impression,
   One minute to stir emotions, swirls of anger, guilt, affliction,
       One minute to pull the heartstrings to pack a punch to feel the sting -
     ...

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Ollie Hynd MBE is a first class swimmer, 
And has neuromuscular myopathy et all, 
He broke his brother Sam’s WR skimmer, 
Which was set in Beijing 2008, his gaul.

Ollie debuted in 2011 at the IPC Euros,
Where he won the 200m individual medley,
Setting a new European...

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Calindae knows everything
She is the expert of all
I sit next to her during meetings
For there might be group work
And I know she will grab the poster board
And the markers and do it her way

Such a relief 
Knowing I have to do nothing
As she loves being...

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Songstress
by Michael R. Burch
 
for Nadia Anjuman
 
Within its starkwhite ribcage, how the heart
must flutter wildly, O, and always sing
against the pressing darkness: all it knows
until at last it feels the numbing sting
of death. Then life's brief vision swiftly passes,
imposing night on one who clearly...

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I make mistakes.
Surprise!!!!
I'm not perfect.
And, the mistakes that I make,
never go unchecked.
But, I pray that they'll
overlook my flaws,
and see past the exterior,
to WHO graces the interior.
FATHER, please...
Just let them see YOU in me.
Let it be YOUR voice,
in the words that I speak.
And, help me to...

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