Best Travailed Poems

The one who brought fun, laughs, and smiles
travailed his path for miles and miles.

Amusing quips that filled his mind
Were formed by tragedies behind.

When one has never felt real pain
True joy the soul cannot attain.

Do not let pain that storms your way 
Deprive your heart of...

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Oh, Caesar, though our touch is lost in time:
Weeks, passing years, and years long eons, passed,
I still can hear and feel in learnéd rhyme
Your essence. Like some bee which has amassed
Sweets of the digitalis and the rose,
So have you much amassed in glory’s sack.
Yet just...

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To the God who from the dust of the earth created a man, and out of whose flesh he also made a woman suitable for him; who created vegetation and animal life, and put within them the life regenerative ability of procreation;  To the...

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All the weeks once spent revealing
   Efforts pledged for Friday feeling
      Life's intents and notions reeling ...

          Yet, the weekend always shined
       ...

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Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of beauty who have under-taken as a task,
In the misconception of...

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A patriarch, legend, family man,
A moral compass,
An arc of proprietary leadership
With octopus creeping advancements
Inducing pomiferous effects
Africa’s epitome of
Struggle against racial oppression
The Great Madabe :
An iconic glistering personality
Held the jugular of
Erstwhile oppressors spell-bound.
According to him :
‘Exhausted all peaceful means’
Spear-headed weapons of warfare
To tackle this gamut
Rivonia Trials...

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Angel moved to and fro in Chicago, Illinois
Edgewater Hospital door opened
Dorothy Emma Howell Rodham was received
Travailed for a contributor to American she bore
Suddenly Hilary Diane Rodham Clinton
First page began, October 26, 1947

As a child in Park Ridge, Illinois
Her ability couldn’t be ignored
She displayed perfection in...

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Whatever Weekend

Being humble common pathways ere,
I ought traveled nearby that lea,
Past the margin of my home there,
Where the daffodils fickle sprightly,

As I shared the natural trail lead,
General impressions befall o'er sunlit,
E'er lighthearted to the bird's melodies,
I travailed the character of it,

Simple yet...

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I have been absent for sometime
My words have been held in transit
Just waiting to form a semblance of
Rational understanding of the journey
I have over the seasons encountered

How does one explain the feelings of betrayal?
One's own stupid ignorance to believe in another's
Promises of wedded bliss to...

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I dreamed I saw an infant child fall from a changing table.
Flailing then to rise again, I thought he was not able.

But, he struggled until he found himself upon his hands and knees.
It took some time but finally he forced his way to me.

My soul...

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You  came  to be here gradually,
from the whirling chaos of the dreaming infant,
anchored by the maternal hand to earth.
Do not try to fly back to heaven today.
Be patient;your guides will,with no effort,
Teach you the patterns and the dance.
All you need is to be...

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To walk through a paster full of 
wild flowers, up to her West.

To sit under the shade tree's, with
the one she loves.

To lie in the cool grass at night 
staring at the moon and stars talking about forever.

To listen to the stories from the old'...

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She read the writing on the wall,
She saw it before the fall,
The time it would be,
She didn’t know,
The direction the wind would blow,
She couldn’t tell.

She saw the days ahead,
She heard the cries,
She saw the wounded and the bled,
She saw the fallen haloed by flies,
The vision...

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What I see along the plaza
A lusterless milkyway
A blackhole of a burntout Gaza
On faces fractured by Uranium decay
I ask the men
Reeled in past my 'stonished face
Help my disconnect to ken
The ravage of this place.

In silence no eye looked up
A woman travailed
A still birth of grief
And...

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When God completes you
You will know it
As He’s been working on you
You've been travailed
Go through the whole process with Him
If you are going through it
You know what I am talking about
He wouldn’t do it
If He does not care 
And if He does not have a...

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